Chapter 48 Chinese Medicine

Chen Shiyi stared at Pei Luoshu's face.

"Can it be cured? If it can be cured, it would be great! A county town can only produce a few scholars a year. They can pass the imperial examinations and become officials, bringing honor to the family. How glorious it would be!"

Pei Luoshu sneered.

"I don't care about bringing glory to any sect or ancestors."

"Aunt, I still hope you can take part in the imperial examination."

"I will study hard."

Chen Shiyi seemed to be thinking about something, and when he saw Pei Luoshu's miserable appearance, he made up his mind.

"A Luo, does it cost a lot of money to cure your face? Don't worry, go get it treated and I'll give you the money."

Pei Luo's eyes were filled with emotion, and his bright pupils suddenly dimmed.

"Where did you get the money? You were worried about your eldest master's money before."

Chen Shiyi bit the corner of his lips.

"He is him, you are you, and you are different from him."

Pei Luoshu was very nervous and excited when he heard this.

"How am I different from him?"

"I like being with you, not with him. He always forces me. I..."

Pei Luosu's throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton and he had difficulty breathing.

"Eleven, I, I am really useless and can't help you."

Chen Shiyi raised his head and said to him.

"Then when you become a high-ranking official in the future, can you also use your power to oppress others and help me escape from the Marquis' Mansion?"

Pei Luoshu nodded solemnly.

"good."

Chen Shiyi smiled.

"I was joking, but you took it seriously."

Pei Luoshu said nothing, just looked at Chen Shiyi quietly.

She was joking, but he took it seriously.

In the second-floor private room of the Yuelai Restaurant in Fangling County, five people were toasting each other and having a lively time.

Wang Xianzong, the imperial envoy from the capital, moved the mole between his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Wen Zhiheng who was sitting upright beside him. His tongue touched his cheek, his eyes were deep, with a hint of inexplicable emotion.

"Zhiheng is not in a good mood today."

Wen Zhiheng replied hurriedly.

"It was a bit cold yesterday. I caught a cold and I feel a bit down."

Wang Xianzong immediately expressed his concern.

"Then drink this glass of wine and go back to rest early."

Wen Zhiheng clasped his hands together and said.

"Thank you for your consideration, sir. I am deeply grateful."

After saying this, he drank the wine on the table, then stood up and said goodbye.

After leaving the restaurant, Wen Zhiheng glanced at his cuffs which had been poured with some wine, and he drank some of it.

He jumped on his horse and hurried back to his home in Fengming Mine Cave while he was still conscious. Their people would definitely block him on the way.

The wine was drugged.

But I can't help drinking it.

He has been walking on thin ice recently and just hopes that the plan can be completed as soon as possible, otherwise he will die without a burial place.

After returning to the Fengming Mine and returning the horse, he bit his lip and used the last bit of clarity to return home in a daze.

When Wen's mother saw Wen Zhiheng's appearance, she was very scared. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was completely unconscious.

As the mistress of a marquis's mansion in the capital, she knew this medicine very well.

It's damned that someone would use this kind of drug in this deserted place.

Wen Zhiheng fumbled for a knife from the kitchen, cut his arm, and blood gushed out.

Mother Wen felt very distressed.

"Why do you have to hurt yourself like this? If you really can't do it, Eleven is here too. She is your woman."

Wen Zhiheng squatted by the clear spring water, the flowing water poured on his face, the cold touch made him shiver and wake up.

"Mom, don't talk nonsense. Eleven is still young. She can't bear it. I just endured it and it passed."

"This is medicine, how can I bear it? If I get hurt, how can I continue the Wen family's lineage?"

"It's a very small portion. It's okay."

After saying this, he took off his outer clothes, wrapped the wound with white cloth, and went into the room.

Not long after, Chen Shiyi came back with a backpack.

When Mrs. Wen saw this, she chanted Amitabha Buddha.

She poured a glass of water and handed it to Chen Shiyi.

"Eleven, go get Heng'er a glass of water. He wants to drink some."

Chen Shiyi placed the backpack in the corner of the courtyard, muttering to himself.

Really, you need someone to help you drink water, but you can’t do it yourself!

She thought about it but didn't dare to say it out loud.

She took the water and pushed open Wen Zhiheng's door.

The soft light coming through the tiny window illuminated Wen Zhiheng who was leaning against the wall.

His upper body clothes were off, his fair back was covered with sweat, with a faint halo flashing, and his back was bent like a bow, ready to burst.

With both hands on the wall, the veins on his arms bulged, blood dyed the white cloth red, and some blood flowed down his arms and dripped onto the ground, breaking and spreading.

The room was filled with the scent of a man. Wen Zhiheng turned his head slightly, his eyes were scarlet like rabbits, his lips were bright red, and his voice was hoarse with pleading.

"Eleven, help me."

When Chen Shiyi saw Wen Zhiheng like this, the hand holding the water trembled slightly. He slowly moved his feet to the door, with his other hand on the door handle, ready to escape at any time.

"How can I help? Why don't you go take a dip in the stream?"

Wen Zhiheng turned his head again.

"Get out now."

"oh."

Chen Shiyi immediately opened the door and went out.

She patted her chest, terrified.

Outside the door, Mrs. Wen saw Chen Shiyi coming out and became extremely anxious.

"Why aren't you serving inside?"

Chen Shiyi didn't want to pay attention to Mrs. Wen. She thought Mrs. Wen was probably crazy.

Just because her son is rich, my life, Chen Shiyi’s, is not worth anything?

Mrs. Wen saw that Chen Shiyi did not reply and seemed to be about to run away.

"Stop her."

After hearing Mrs. Wen's instructions, Wen Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then ran towards Chen Shiyi with determination. He grabbed the frantically struggling Chen Shiyi and threw him into Wen Zhiheng's room.

"I'm sorry, Eleven."

He locked the door from the outside and let Chen Shiyi shout in the room.

"Open the door, please let me go."

She banged on the door desperately, making a loud banging sound, and her screams were mixed with tears.

"Please, for the sake of my care for you, let me go!"

“Please…”

"Please..."

The whole yard was filled with Chen Shiyi's miserable cries.

Wen Zhirou, who had been standing aside, gritted her teeth, walked to Wen Zhiheng's door and tried to open it.

Mrs. Wen immediately shook off her hand and slapped Wen Zhirou.

"What are you doing?"

"Mother, she's only eleven years old, she hasn't even had her period yet. You will be punished for humiliating a woman who has suffered so much for us."

"Your brother was drugged, and the things in the house are extremely sinister. If he doesn't get relief, he will be physically injured at best, or even lose his life at worst."

"That's Big Brother's own business. Why would he hurt an innocent woman?"

"Eleven was originally your brother's woman, she just consummated her marriage with your brother early. Every woman has experienced this."

"Can…"

"Shut up, Zhiyuan, lock Zhirou in Shiyi's room and don't let her take a single step out of the door."