The Splendid Medical Concubine: The Journey of a Concubine

Chapter 91 Breakup 091

"Azhi, what are you talking about?!" The madam's face was even uglier than Chu Lingxiao's.

Regardless of whether what Shen said is true or false, if the news spreads, the Yongding Marquis Mansion will lose face!

The madam glanced around with arrow-like eyes, and all the servants lowered their eyes.

The eldest maid quickly signaled the other slaves to leave the house. These matters involve the Marquis and the Fourth Young Master. They are really not things slaves like them should hear. The less they know, the better.

In the blink of an eye, only Mrs. Tai, Chu Lingxiao and Shen were left in the room.

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, Chu Lingxiao knows best." Shen said sarcastically, taking out a small porcelain jar with a white background and blue flowers from her sleeve, "Chu Lingxiao, a manly man, don't you dare to do this? You won’t dare to admit it, right?”

When he saw the familiar little porcelain jar, Chu Lingxiao's face turned even darker and his eyes flickered. Shen Shi really knows!

Knowing that her son is more like a mother, the wife's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she saw clues from the change in her son's expression. He feels guilty!

"Axiao, you..." The madam's throat seemed to be strangled. She wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Mrs. Shen looked at Chu Lingxiao, the smile on her lips became even colder, "I have never seen a person like you before. A tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds. You are really more vicious than a jackal!"

Chu Lingxiao thought of a second dream for a moment. In that dream, everyone believed that he changed the bow string to murder his own children, despised him for spoiling his concubine and killing his wife, and angrily accused him of being inhumane.

He was so desperate in the dream. No matter what he said, no one believed him. Everyone believed it was him...

Chu Lingxiao was even more confused. The pain in his left leg seemed to spread all over his body. Even his head was aching. His thoughts were confused. He blurted out and retorted: "Shen Zhi, don't think of putting this kind of blame on me. This bow is obviously It belongs to Chu Qianchen, who asked him to use it!"

This "he" of course refers to Chu Yunmu.

Chu Lingxiao became more and more excited as he talked, his mind buzzing, and he was aggrieved for himself in the dream, and kept talking non-stop: "If he hadn't insisted on using that bow, how could he have been scratched on the face? !”

"He's just a boy with a little skin on his face. What's the big deal? You still insist on using Shiquan ointment on him. Don't you think it's making a fuss?!"

"Shan'er hurt her foot, but as a mistress, you clutched the Shiquan ointment and refused to take it out. You don't have the demeanor of a mistress at all! What's the matter if I spread the ointment evenly and gave it to Shan'er!"

After talking about it, Chu Lingxiao almost went crazy. Seeing that the wife was also horrified, she took a step back, her feet went weak, and she staggered to sit on the chair behind.

Madam Tai also understood that it was Chu Lingxiao who had tampered with the Jurchen bow. He wanted to target Chu Qianchen, but instead he hurt Chu Yunmu's face. He also secretly changed Chu Yunmu's ointment.

If these things spread, the reputation of their Hou Mansion will be ruined!

The madam's face became increasingly ugly.

But Shen was as calm as before, looking at Chu Lingxiao calmly.

She had already guessed what Chu Lingxiao said, and now she just got it verified from Chu Lingxiao's own words.

Some people can be so cruel!

Shen looked deeply at Chu Lingxiao, her deep eyes like a bottomless sea.

"That bow belongs to Sister Chen. If you attack her, doesn't it count as a tiger-poisoned food?" Shen said softly, and there seemed to be no joy or sadness in her calm voice.

That look again! Chu Lingxiao hated it most when Shen looked at her with such a condescending look, as if he was just dust and couldn't even enter her eyes!

Chu Lingxiao felt as if something exploded in his head. He stared at Shen with blood-red eyes and said sternly: "I really want her to die, why do I have to go through so many troubles? She is so naughty, I just want her to be killed." It’s only natural to kill her with a stick!”

His tone unabashedly revealed his displeasure and contempt for Chu Qianchen.

As he said, according to the laws of this dynasty, if a father kills his son, he is not guilty.

There was silence in the room.

The madam felt like she could hardly breathe. She didn't take Chu Lingxiao's words seriously, she just thought that Chu Lingxiao was angry with Shen.

Mrs. Shen stared at Chu Lingxiao, and after two breaths of silence, he said: "I just can't understand. You have been treating Jiang Minshan like a day for more than ten years, and you are also a loving father to Brother Yi, but you are the only one who treats Sister Chen." My son is very unhappy."

"Isn't Sister Chen not born to Jiang Minshan?"

A hint of disgust appeared in Chu Lingxiao's eyes, and he opened his lips slightly: "Chu..."

At this time, there was a sound of curtain opening, accompanied by a soft and charming female voice: "Madam, Lord Marquis, madam!"

Aunt Jiang, who was dressed in green makeup and flowered ruffles, walked in elegantly, like a weak willow supporting the wind. She stopped a few steps away. She was as quiet as a beautiful flower shining on the water. I felt pity for her when I saw her.

As soon as she came, it seemed that even the air here had undergone a subtle change, and there was a faint fragrance in it, which was refreshing.

Chu Lingxiao on the couch also calmed down, sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water.

His eyes flashed, avoiding Shen's eyes, his thin lips curved in a mocking arc, and he said disdainfully: "Chu Qianchen is just a concubine!"

"What's the use of a concubine!"

He looked patriarchal, especially emphasizing that Chu Qianchen was just a "concubine".

Chu Lingxiao's words sounded reasonable. For many families, concubines were worthless except for marriage. Unlike concubines, who could rely on their own talents to find a career in the court and contribute to the family. Bring more help.

However, his words can only deceive outsiders.

Shen had been married to him for more than ten years, and the subtle changes in his expression could not be hidden from Shen.

Originally, Shen was just talking and said this casually, but now she felt like there was a lump in her throat, like a thorn piercing her heart from her throat: What did Chu Lingxiao want to say just now?

Mrs. Shen glanced at Aunt Jiang beside the couch calmly. She still looked like a weak woman who regarded her husband as her first priority.

"Master Marquis, what do you think?" Aunt Jiang rushed to the couch and looked at Chu Lingxiao's twisted injured leg with heartache, her eyes filled with tears and the corners of her eyes turned red.

The weeping look is like an apricot blossom swaying in the wind and rain, as white as snow, so charming.

Mrs. Shen stroked her sleeves gracefully and said calmly: "Since Aunt Jiang is here, please serve her well here."

She gave orders as a matter of course, as if she was giving orders to a maid below.

"Yes, Madam, I will take good care of the Marquis." Aunt Jiang's eyes were full of water, as if they could speak, hiding infinite grievances and tenderness for Chu Lingxiao.

Chu Lingxiao looked at Aunt Jiang with distress, feeling that his Shan'er had been wronged again by being humiliated by Mrs. Shen.

Mrs. Shen was too lazy to pay attention to the lovers and turned around to leave, but just as she turned around, there was movement outside the house. Aunt Wang, who had just gone to Jishi Hall, finally came back. She walked up to the Madam with a stiff expression and said in embarrassment. Said: "Mrs. Tai, Ji Shi Tang said that the miracle doctor is not here."

The madam felt a chill in her heart. Mrs. Shen refused to help because of Chu Yunmu's matter, so if she wanted to hire an imperial doctor, she would have to wait for news from Concubine Chu.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Shen's mouth, and she thought to herself: If Chu Lingxiao looked down on Chu Qianchen so much, how could he have thought that Chu Qianchen was the miracle doctor at Jishi Hall?

Aunt Jiang looked at Mrs. Shen and said, "Madam, please try to ask the imperial doctor to take a look at the Marquis."

She knelt down with a plop, her clear eyes full of pleading, full of tenderness, so weak, so sincere.

However, Mrs. Shen did not waver at all, and said indifferently and distantly: "Whatever happens to his legs, he deserves it!"

"From now on, I am just Mrs. Yongdinghou."

She said these two sentences with almost no emotion at all, which was tantamount to being completely broken.

From then on, the couple went their separate ways.

She will fulfill her responsibilities as the Marquis of Yongding, that's all.

"Shen Zhi!" Chu Lingxiao felt as if she had been slapped and sat up from the couch angrily. He touched the wound on his broken leg again and let out a shrill scream.

Mrs. Shen didn't even bother to look at Chu Lingxiao and strode out of the inner room.

The inner room at the back was very lively, with Chu Lingxiao's screams, Aunt Jiang's "whimpering" cries, and the dowager's distressed cries mixed together.

As if she hadn't heard anything, Shen walked straight forward, walking unhurriedly and gracefully.

She was even disappointed with Chu Lingxiao.

If there is no hope, there will naturally be no disappointment.

In this mansion, she is just Mrs. Yongdinghou. She just needs to live her own life.

Aunt Chen was following behind Mr. Shen, looking at her with a hesitation in speaking.

Shen stopped suddenly and spoke first: "Just now, was there something wrong with Chu Lingxiao's appearance?"

Just now she was talking hastily and casually questioned whether Chu Qianchen was the father of Aunt Jiang. Chu Lingxiao's face lost control for a moment. He seemed to be about to say something...

The master and servant stood in a winding corridor, with no one else in front and behind them except them.

Grandma Chen recalled the scene in the inner room just now and said hesitantly: "I also feel that something is wrong with the Marquis." The way the Marquis looked... seemed to be hiding some secret.

Moreover, this secret might also be related to the second girl Chu Qianchen.

But what happened?

Chu Qianchen couldn't be brought here by Aunt Jiang, but when Aunt Jiang was pregnant and gave birth to a child, everyone in the house saw it, so this couldn't be true.

Fifteen years ago, not long after Mrs. Shen got married, Chu Lingxiao wanted to take her cousin Jiang Minshan as a good concubine.

This was extremely unruly in the Xungui Mansion, and it also made Shen, who had just married into the Hou Mansion and still longed for marriage, become cold-hearted towards Chu Lingxiao. Now that he was cold-hearted, who did he want to marry? Shen I don’t care anymore.

Anyway, there are clear laws in the court, and concubines cannot attack nobles.

Grandma Chen murmured for a moment, then said again: "If the second girl is not Aunt Jiang's child, then who else could it be?"

Chu Qianchen is more or less similar to the young masters and girls in the mansion. She must have the blood of the Chu family. It's not like the Marquis and his wife brought back the daughter of the foreign wife, right?

Shen: “…”

Shen pursed her lips and fell silent.

The rising sun slanted into the verandah, illuminating Shen's face in half-light and half-darkness. Half of her face was as white as jade, while half of her face was shrouded in shadow, and her eyes were as deep as a pool.

It was quiet in the verandah, and the warm summer breeze blew softly on people's faces, making them intoxicated.

I don't know how long it took before Mrs. Shen said again: "I always feel that Chu Lingxiao and Aunt Jiang's attitudes towards Sister Chen are wrong..."

"It's not like you're treating your daughter, but like..."

Servant.

That's right, Chu Lingxiao's attitude towards Chu Qianchen is like treating an unhappy slave, who can be trampled on and abandoned at will!

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be.

Aunt Jiang didn't have dystocia when she gave birth, and she couldn't be angry because of it.

The Yongding Marquis Mansion is not a house where every girl will drown.

The more Shen thought about it, the more confused she became.

She said softly: "It seems that there are some things that need to be checked."

She seemed to be talking to herself, but also to Grandma Chen.

The master and servant continued towards the main courtyard.

Shen kept her word, and she ignored Chu Lingxiao.

Mrs. Tai could not lower her arrogance and go to the Shen family again, so she had to go to the palace in person and beg her daughter, Concubine Chu, to reward her as an imperial doctor. She really had no other choice. Unlike the previous dynasty, ministers were not given imperial doctors nowadays.

In the afternoon, Dr. Zhou, who is good at orthopedics, finally came to the Hou Mansion.

This morning, the Hou Mansion almost invited most of the doctors who specialize in orthopedics in the capital to come to the house, but the results obtained were not ideal.

Doctor Zhou was almost Chu Lingxiao's last hope. However, the results he gave once again poured a bucket of cold water on Chu Lingxiao and the eldest lady. It’s the same old saying—

"Mrs. Marquis, the left leg of the Marquis is too badly injured. I'm afraid the bone cannot be reattached."

"I can only use acupuncture to relieve the pain for Mr. Hou, and then give him a prescription."

Doctor Zhou gave Chu Lingxiao an acupuncture, prescribed medicine, and left.

However, the effect of the acupuncture was very short-lived. Only half an hour later, Chu Lingxiao's injured leg began to hurt again.

It hurt terribly, as if thousands of needles were pricking his left leg.

The pain made it difficult for him to fall asleep. When he finally fell asleep, he started to have nightmares when he closed his eyes. Sometimes it was the two nightmares from last night, and sometimes it was a new nightmare.

He dreamed that when he was five years old, he picked up the Jurchen bow. The bowstring was broken, and his face was injured and left scars.

A person with scars on his face cannot be the crown prince, so he failed to become the crown prince of Yongding Hou. When he was thirteen years old, his second brother Chu Lingyu was named the crown prince.

And he became an extremely embarrassing presence in the Hou Mansion. He was the eldest son, but not the heir apparent.

Everyone looked at him with sympathy and pity.

He really couldn't bear it. He wanted to make great achievements and let the people in the Marquis Mansion and the world know that he, Chu Lingxiao, was the truly capable person.

He entered the military camp and went to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, corpses lay everywhere and blood flowed into the sea.

He was so panicked that he couldn't even lift the knife in his hand. He could only watch helplessly as the enemy's butcher knife swung towards his head...

Chu Lingxiao woke up amidst the screams. After waking up, he felt his left leg hurt even more.

As soon as he woke up, Aunt Jiang who was guarding the bed quickly grabbed one of his hands and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief in the other hand. She said softly: "Master Marquis, are you having a nightmare?"

"Would you like me to have someone make a cup of calming tea for the Marquis?"

"Crack!"

Chu Lingxiao was feeling pain and raised his hand to pat Aunt Jiang's hand away.

Aunt Jiang's eyes turned red, tears welled up in her eyes again, she was delicate and weak.

Normally, Chu Lingxiao would have held Aunt Jiang in his arms and comforted her, but today he couldn't care less.

The pain occupied most of his consciousness, and the nightmare that was as real as reality made Chu Lingxiao restless.

The other slaves did not dare to approach Chu Lingxiao casually. After all, even Aunt Jiang was angered by Chu Lingxiao, let alone them. The eldest maid silently prepared some pain-relieving decoction and soothing tea.

Chu Qianchen didn't care about any of this. She didn't even let Amber go to inquire about the information. She acted like it had nothing to do with her. At this moment, Chu Qianchen left the mansion again and visited Prince Chen's mansion again.

Of course she wanted to give Qin Yao a follow-up consultation. This time she chose the right time, and Gu Jue was also in the palace.

Chu Qianchen was extremely happy, she finally met the prince.

She was not in a hurry to chat with Gu Jue, but went to check on Qin Yao first.

Qin Yao's leg injury recovered as well as she expected. The wound improved significantly in just two days. He still had a fever, and there were some recurrences, but the fever was no longer high.

This time, the ointment Chu Qianchen applied to Qin Yao was replaced by Jiuxu ointment.

"Is this Jiuxu ointment?" Yunzhan could tell at a glance. After all, he had been applying Jiuxu ointment for several days on the scar on his neck.

Yun Zhan subconsciously raised his hand and touched the scar on his neck. The scar still clearly remains on his neck.

To be honest, whenever he recalled the process of Chu Qianchen's treatment for Qin Yao, Yun Zhan felt that his injuries seemed minor.

Chu Qianchen said "hmm". She not only changed the ointment for Qin Yao's wound, but also changed the prescription. Only the aged mustard marinade remained unchanged, and she asked him to continue drinking the same amount as yesterday. .

The Miao military doctor only agreed and hurried down to grab the medicine.

Qin Yao's energy was better. If he hadn't looked at his legs covered with ointment, he wouldn't have looked like an injured person at all.

"Miss Chu, can I eat noodles now?" Qin Yao asked eagerly.

He had been eating porridge for two whole days, and it almost made him fade away.

Chu Qianchen nodded.

She asked Qin Yao to eat porridge for the first two days because he had been in a coma for a few days and had not eaten for a long time, so she asked him to eat some easy-to-digest liquid food first.

Seeing this, Qin Yao was overjoyed and hurriedly ordered Dao Yunzhan: "Yunzhan, go and order me a bowl of noodles. I don't want pickle noodles. I want three mushrooms and shredded chicken noodles!"

Chu Qianchen didn't care what kind of noodles Qin Yao wanted to eat, he turned around and walked towards Gu Jue who was sitting by the window.

"Your Majesty, his injury has stabilized. I estimate that the fever should be completely subsided within three days." Chu Qianchen looked at Gu Jue with a smile, his eyes outside the veil curved into a pair of crescents, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes.

The golden sunlight shone gently on her face through the window, making her already stunning appearance even more delicate.

Not to mention Gu Jue, even Qin Yao on the couch could see a few big words written on Chu Qianchen's face: Praise me, praise me quickly.

Gu Jue's narrow eyes were filled with smiles, and the corners of his lips seemed to be slightly curved.

That shallow smile was as dazzling as the morning light that parted the dark night. His usually cold temperament was less alienated and more warm.

Gu Jue praised her as she wished: "Miss Chu, your medical skills are really superb!"

That smile disappeared in a flash, as if it was Chu Qianchen's illusion.

Chu Qianchen stared at the corner of Gu Jue's lips and was stunned for a moment. The little bird in his heart flapped its wings happily and became even happier.

The prince just laughed and praised her.

Qin Yao watched this scene from the side, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Sure enough, what he felt that night was not an illusion caused by his high fever. This little girl was indeed like the Persian cat that Brother Ninth had raised before, and she was particularly attentive to Brother Ninth!

Hmm, what's the name of that Persian cat... Anyway, it just meows and behaves like a meow to Brother Ninth, but doesn't look at others seriously and scratches them with its claws at every turn!

Qin Yao touched his chin, his thoughts accidentally running away.

Chu Qianchen continued happily: "Prince Qin's injury will continue to heal, and he cannot move around for the time being. If he wants to go out, he can get a wheelchair."

"His wounds are deep, especially the bones in his right leg. He needs to be recuperated carefully. He will recuperate for a month and then slowly exercise. There is no rush..."

"Although his leg can be saved, it will take at least half a year to fully recover and be able to run and jump."

Gu Jue nodded slightly and said to Qin Yao: "Take good care of her. I'll take care of that."

Only then did Qin Yao come back to his senses and responded, not worried at all.

Since Ninth Brother said this, he knew what was going on.

Qin Yao clenched his fists, and a strange light flashed across his eyes.

The emperor was worried that he had nothing to do with Ninth Brother. This time, the emperor must have used himself as a lever to negotiate terms with Ninth Brother.

He became a bargaining chip used by the emperor to contain Ninth Brother, unless he could completely clear his name...

"Brother Ninth..." Qin Yao clenched his fists tighter and looked at Gu Jue again.

What he wanted to say was interrupted by Chu Qianchen's surprised voice.

"Is this for me?" Chu Qianchen took a scroll from Gu Jue's hand, his eyes bright, and his smile turned into a crescent moon. She opened the scroll cheerfully.

This is a picture of words.

The handwriting on the scroll is beautiful, graceful and graceful, with a sense of freedom and ease of "drawing on the strengths of others and becoming one's own".

For Chu Qianchen, this calligraphy was too familiar.

Chu Qianchen looked at the words and his eyes widened slightly.

These are Xie Wenjing's words.

"This calligraphy should have been given to you a long time ago." Gu Jue said.

Last month, he said he wanted to give her a painting of Xie Wenjing's calligraphy. However, when the boy found the calligraphy, he found that the frame of the calligraphy was a bit moldy, so he framed it himself.

It's only a month late.

Chu Qianchen stared at the words blankly, and his eyes were filled with extremely complex emotions, including shock, nostalgia, emotion, and joy.

Xie Wenjing was a tutor, and the prince had several calligraphy and paintings by Xie Wenjing.

However, what she didn't expect was that the prince gave her the same calligraphy in the past life and this life.

The same calligraphy actually came into her hands, but it was two years earlier than in the previous life.

Chu Qianchen's eyes were slightly sore. He held the calligraphy and painting carefully and looked down word by word, feeling more and more happy.

very nice!

Chu Qianchen suddenly became energetic, as if she had taken some miraculous medicine, and felt that she was okay again.

She carefully rolled the scroll up again and held it tightly.

Gu Jue couldn't help but asked casually: "Do you like Xie Wenjing's calligraphy so much?"

He thought that every girl liked Mrs. Wei's hairpins and regular script.

"I like it!" Chu Qianchen nodded vigorously, as if he was afraid that Gu Jue wouldn't believe it.

In her previous life, the prince chose Xie Wenjing's calligraphy for her, partly because he thought her handwriting was soft and floppy, and partly because he wanted her to learn Xie Wenjing's open-mindedness and magnanimity through practicing calligraphy.

This is the prince's hope for her, hoping that she can spread her wings like a roc and not be trapped in a small world.

At this time, Qin Yao on the couch finally ate the hot and fragrant three-mushroom chicken noodles. While eating the noodles, he looked at the two people by the window from time to time.

Brother Jiu has been cold-tempered and unkind to others since he was a child.

He had been pestering Ninth Brother since he was a child, and it took him five years to become Ninth Brother's one.

Like Yunzhan and Mo Chen, they only gained his trust by going through life and death with Brother Ninth on the battlefield.

This is the first time...

He saw Brother Ninth looking at a little girl whom he had known for a short time with special eyes. Could it be said that his first instinct was right?

Qin Yao picked up the big bowl and sipped the noodle soup.

Seeing that it was getting late, Chu Qianchen slowly said goodbye: "Your Majesty, I have to go to Jishi Hall, so I'll say goodbye first."

Gu Jue put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and said, "I'll give it to you."

Chu Qianchen was reluctant to leave her, but after hearing Gu Jue's words, she smiled again, her eyebrows brightened, and a thin veil could not block her outward joy.

Her smile is so sincere and has an infectious power.

Just looking at her, Gu Jue felt calm, as if the spring breeze in March was gently blowing across the lake, leisurely and comfortable.

(End of chapter)