The Splendid Medical Concubine: The Journey of a Concubine

Chapter 83 083 Bow String (Second Update)

Chu Lingxiao got angry when she saw Chu Qianchen's silent expression and felt that talking to her was boring.

Chu Lingxiao couldn't help but think of Shen again. When he talked to Shen, Shen was always like this, with a kind of indifferent silence, as if what he said was not worth taking to heart.

The more Chu Lingxiao talked, the more boring he became, so he just walked away.

Chu Yunmu tugged on Chu Qianchen's sleeves and looked up at her. His eyes seemed to say, Dad, what's wrong? Why did you leave just like that?

Chu Qianchen shrugged and was too lazy to pay attention.

As soon as Chu Lingxiao walked to the gate of the martial arts arena, a maid in a blue crotch came hurriedly, panting and losing her beauty.

"Master Hou," the maid said worriedly, "Auntie...Auntie has been refusing to eat. Since yesterday, she has not been able to eat anything..."

Chu Lingxiao's expression changed drastically, he quickened his pace and followed the maid towards Qinghui Courtyard.

The Qinghui Courtyard was filled with gloom and mist, and the maids and women were all lifeless.

Under the guidance of Juan'er, Chu Lingxiao rushed all the way to the inner room.

Aunt Jiang was leaning against the window, sobbing.

Her hair was fluffy, and she didn't wear any hairpins. She only held her hair up with a ribbon. Her thick crow-green hair reflected the frost on her skin, and she wore a light green blouse tied with a silk ribbon. Her waist was full and as delicate as a flower. weak.

"Shan'er." Chu Lingxiao called softly, came to her side, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around her slender waist.

Aunt Jiang raised her beautiful face, her eyes were filled with tears, her eyebrows seemed to be frowned but not frowned, and she looked very pitiful.

"Master Hou!" Aunt Jiang threw herself into his arms and shouted over and over again.

The burn on her foot has been cured for more than 20 days, leaving an obvious burn scar. Although she usually wears shoes and cannot be seen by others, as soon as she takes off her white socks, the scar on her left foot is so shocking. It's like the white jade has flaws.

The more Aunt Jiang thought about it, the sadder she became. She burst into tears, and her delicate body lay on Chu Lingxiao's body and trembled.

During this period, the events of the dowager's birthday banquet came to her mind again and again, and she couldn't get them out of her mind day and night.

She couldn't help but think that if Chu Qianchen had rescued her earlier that day, then the copper tent hook would not have hit her foot...

It's not like she could only give Liuli to him because she couldn't serve Chu Lingxiao...

Aunt Jiang was even more sad, and her tears became more and more violent.

When Chu Lingxiao saw the beauty crying, his heart felt like a knife. If he had gotten Shiquan Cream, why would Shan'er be so sad!

Shen was afraid that he was not only trying to learn from Shan'er, but also deliberately playing tricks on himself because he had not asked Brother Mu to be crowned heir apparent.

In Chu Lingxiao's opinion, Brother Mu was the legitimate son, but he was only five years old. He knew how to play at this age, and it was impossible to tell what his nature and talent were.

The eldest son of the Yongding Marquis Mansion is the future heir of the Marquis Mansion, so of course he cannot just do it casually!

Chu Lingxiao felt that the Shen family was simply making trouble unreasonably. If Brother Mu was really worthy of the position of Crown Prince, why not ask for the title a few years later?

Chu Lingxiao shouted at the top of his voice: "Here comes someone."

Juan'er opened the curtain and walked into the inner room, bowing and waiting.

"Ask the chief steward to go to Jishi Hall in person. No matter how much money it costs, he must buy the Shiquan anointing!" Chu Lingxiao ordered.

"Yes, Lord Marquis." Nuer answered respectfully and retreated silently.

Aunt Jiang raised her head from Chu Lingxiao's broad chest and looked at him movedly.

Her tears wet the hem of his clothes, but Chu Lingxiao didn't care and gently wiped away the glistening tears from the corners of her eyes with the pads of his fingers.

Aunt Jiang's heart was filled with hope again, and her eyes were full of tenderness and admiration.

The clear pupils reflected Chu Lingxiao's handsome face, as if he was the only one in her eyes, and he was the only person she could rely on.

However, Aunt Jiang was disappointed again.

Even if Chu Lingxiao spent a lot of money, he still couldn't buy Shiquan Cream.

With Chu Lingxiao's temperament, there was no way he could swallow such a sigh of relief. Normally, he would have used his status as a marquis to forcefully buy it, but Ji Shitang had just been closed to the Chinese Medical Center.

The emperor had just issued a decree. If he went to Jishi Hall to cause trouble, it would be a slap in the emperor's face. Even if he gave Chu Lingxiao a hundred courages, he would not dare.

As a result, Chu Lingxiao's temper became worse and worse in the next few days, and he said several times openly and secretly that Mrs. Shen was jealous for not giving Shiquan anointing to Aunt Jiang.

These things spread among the slaves in the mansion, and even Chu Qianchen heard about it.

Chu Qianchen was a little upset because he shouldn't have given the Shiquan anointing to Shen. Otherwise, it wouldn't have given Chu Lingxiao a chance to make use of the topic.

The matter has come to this, and regrets will not help.

Chu Qianchen thought about it again and again, and remembered that she had made an ice jade cream in her previous life, which was taken from "Ice Muscle Jade Bone". Using this ice jade cream can not only make the skin delicate, but also reduce the fine lines at the corners of the eyes and mouth. .

She immediately wrote a prescription and asked Hu Huo to go out to grab the medicine. After working in the house for several days, she made the ice jade cream and put it in a small white porcelain jar.

"This smells really good." Shen's eyebrows arched as she smelled the milky white ice jade frost, which was as white as suet.

What woman doesn't love beauty, especially after giving birth to Brother Mu. In the past few years, various fine lines have gradually appeared on her face and body.

Chu Yunmu, who had just finished school, was also there. He leaned his face over, pointed at his cheek and said, "Chu Qianchen, can this cream cure this? Look, when I smile, there is a dimple on my face. Not mighty at all!”

Mrs. Shen looked at the position pointed by his chubby little finger and couldn't help but smile.

When Chu Yunmu smiled, a pair of pear dimples would appear on his lips, which looked very cute. However, he himself disliked it.

"Nonsense." Chu Qianchen was also amused and tapped his forehead with his finger.

She smiled, revealing a pair of similar pear dimples on her lips.

So, is it possible or not? Chu Yunmu stared at the jar of ice jade frost with burning eyes.

At this time, a maid's salute came from outside the door curtain: "Big girl."

The curtain was opened, and Chu Qianhuang walked in unhurriedly, holding a stack of tissue paper in his hand.

Chu Qianhuang has moved back to her Yuelu Courtyard, but Shen still doesn't allow her to leave the house and keeps her at home every day to read and copy scriptures.

"Mother," Chu Qianhuang saluted Mrs. Shen and offered the stack of silk paper in her hand, "I have copied the sutra." This month, Chu Qianhuang has been reciting and copying the "Ksitigarbha Sutra".

Mrs. Shen stopped smiling and looked down page by page carefully.

She asked her daughter to copy sutras in the hope of meditating, and also hoped that she would gain some insights while copying and reciting sutras.

When she saw the third page, Mrs. Shen stopped, frowned slightly, stared at a line of words and said, "Sister Huang, your handwriting is too hasty."

At first glance, Chu Qianhuang's hairpin hand has neat calligraphy in small regular script, is elegant and elegant, and is so beautiful that one cannot fault it.

However, Mrs. Shen noticed that Chu Qianhuang almost made a typo halfway through.

She almost turned a stroke into a vertical stroke, and then twisted it around two-thirds of the way.

When copying Buddhist scriptures, you are not allowed to make typos. If you make a mistake, you should copy this page again, but Chu Qianhuang chose to use this page to fool herself.

Shen was disappointed, but at the same time she became more determined.

In the past, she felt that her daughter was good in all aspects, and she was too trusting of her daughter, leaving everything up to her. For example, she wanted to be a princess's companion. In fact, Shen didn't agree with it from the beginning, because her daughter just let her do whatever she wanted. .

It was only now that she discovered that her daughter's temperament had gone astray.

Her daughter is already thirteen years old and is about to get married. She must strictly discipline her, otherwise she will not be able to win her daughter's heart back.

Chu Qianhuang's face was lowered, and her expression could not hide her embarrassment and dejection.

She copied many scriptures in the house, hoping that her mother would quickly lift her confinement.

So, even if she is no longer the princess' companion, she still has a chance to meet that person...

A faint light flashed across Chu Qianhuang's dark willow eyes.

She glanced quickly at Shen and Chu Qianchen, and tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand with her delicate white fingers.

"Mom, I understand." Chu Qianhuang responded softly, "I'll go back and copy this entire article again."

The Ksitigarbha Sutra is divided into upper and lower volumes, with a total of thirteen chapters. Chu Qianhuang copied the wrong page, but she offered to copy it again, which made Shen both happy and afraid that it would be too late to make a mistake.

Mrs. Shen smiled slightly, took Chu Qianhuang's hand and patted it gently, comforting her with a gentle voice: "Sister Huang, please copy slowly."

She asked her daughter to copy scriptures in the hope that she would gain some insights in the process of copying scriptures, rather than as a means of punishment.

Chu Qianhuang smiled slightly, looked at Chu Yunmu, and changed the subject: "Mom, I heard that Brother Mu has been practicing bow shooting recently."

It is not a secret that Chu Yunmu is practicing bow and archery. For the sake of her son, Mrs. Shen specially hired a martial arts master to teach him to learn bow and archery formally. Although Chu Yunmu has a martial arts master, Chu Qianchen will still take him with him from time to time. Play.

Taking a two-pronged approach, Chu Yunmu's bow shooting improved significantly, which also made him more and more devoted to bow shooting.

"Sister," Chu Yunmu smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed to slits, and he boasted triumphantly, "You don't know, Master Yue even praised me yesterday, saying that I am making rapid progress and making great strides every day."

Chu Yunmu was so proud that his tail almost went up to the sky.

"Our Brother Mu is so awesome!" Chu Qianhuang reached out to rub his head, but he quickly avoided it.

Chu Yunmu's little face was bulging like a goldfish, and he emphasized seriously: "Sister, you can't rub boys' heads. Don't imitate me!"

Chu Qianhuang was startled, and then laughed: "You are young, but you have big rules!"

Chu Yunmu was about to defend himself when he heard Chu Qianhuang say again: "Then I want to see how much progress you have made."

"I can already hit the target. If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you!" Chu Yunmu suddenly became excited. He took Chu Qianhuang's hand and called Shen and Chu Qianchen enthusiastically. .

So, the four of them came to the martial arts field in a mighty manner.

The maid immediately gave the small bow that Chu Yunmu often held to his hand.

Chu Yunmu was young and weak, so he stood thirty steps away from the target. He has been practicing archery for more than ten days. Through repeated practice, his archery movements have become perfect, including nocking the arrow, drawing the bow, aiming, and then releasing the arrow.

The arrow flew out of the string with a "whoosh", and when it flew close to the target, it lost some power and began to fall slightly, but it still hit the target.

Chu Qianhuang smiled and applauded Chu Yunmu, and said to Shen: "Mom, Brother Mu's archery skills have really improved rapidly! He will definitely be a master archer like his second uncle in the future!"

Chu Yunmu raised his chin slightly when he heard this, and his chest was also raised high.

The second uncle is the number one scholar in martial arts. Sure enough, he himself will be the number one scholar in martial arts in the future!

Chu Yunmu suddenly felt that the arrow on the target was an eyesore. The first arrow only hit the outermost ring of the target, which really undermined his prestige.

This bow must not be good enough!

Chu Yunmu walked towards the weapon rack on one side, put down the small bow in his hand, and picked up the Jurchen bow that Chu Qianchen usually used. The deerskin on the bow handle was wrapped by Chu Yunmu himself. After using it for a few days, the deerskin has become softer and feels good to hold.

Chu Qianchen said that this Jurchen bow is more stable and accurate than the Han bow.

Chu Yunmu grabbed the Jurchen bow and returned to the original position with great strength, and drew the bow again.

The first arrow missed the target because the bow was not fully drawn, and the arrow missed the target one inch away.

Chu Yunmu was not discouraged. It was his first time using this bow, so it was normal for him to miss the target.

He took a second arrow.

The second arrow was obviously much better than the first, and the tip of the arrow hit the outermost ring of the target again.

"Pa bang..."

"Pa bang bang..."

Chu Qianchen, Shen and Chu Qianhuang all applauded.

Chu Yunmu's face was flushed, his eyes were shining, and he felt that he was getting better and better at it.

He is confident that the next arrow can be shot closer to the target, as long as he draws the bow a little fuller with all his strength, a little fuller...

When the bowstring of the Jurchen bow was fully drawn again, suddenly, with a "clang" sound, the taut bowstring broke without warning...

(End of chapter)