Ah Fu took out a new incense burner and lit the incense Jiang Zhiyu had given him. "The Third Miss said this is Hui'an incense, which has the effect of opening the acupoints and warming the body. It will be of great help to the young master's recovery."
Jiang Kangan nodded, looked at the white smoke rising, and suddenly said, "You noticed it too?"
Ah Fu was silent for a while before he said, "My temperament now is somewhat like before."
The topic came to an abrupt end.
Yun Shu looked around but didn't find anything useful. She answered carefully, fearing that Song Shiwei would attack again.
However, Song Shiwei's mood was obviously better than before. He just nodded and waved his hand to signal her to go out.
Yunshu was naturally very happy, closing the door and turning around in one go.
After walking out, she frowned slightly.
Why did there seem to be a man’s voice in the lady’s room just now?
"Who made you angry?" Xiao Yanli sat on the bed, holding her waist with one hand.
"It's still Jiang Zhiyu. I finally managed to drive them apart, but for some reason, they seem to have become close again recently."
Song Shiwei pouted and complained.
"Which wealthy family truly has harmonious relations among their children? I'm afraid there's something they want from Jiang Zhiyu. You should pay more attention."
Xiao Yanli pinched her face, his eyes full of doting.
Song Shiwei's cheeks flushed slightly, and she leaned on him sweetly and tenderly for a while before asking, "What about Lan Yan?"
When Lan Yan was mentioned, a sinister glint flashed across Xiao Yanli's eyes: "The emperor has sent secret guards to watch her. My people can't get close to her at all."
"What should I do then? Lan Yan might not be able to withstand the methods used by the Heavenly Prison. What if she betrays you..."
"Don't worry, there's no problem with Lan Yan. The main thing is you need to speed up the process. Even a miracle doctor can't cure Jiang Kang'an's leg in such a short time. The Mid-Autumn Festival in a month is the best opportunity. You lead Jiang Kang'an to Zuiyuelong, and I'll take care of the rest."
Song Shiwei let him kiss her, with a hint of unwillingness in her eyes.
After all, isn't it just that you don't want to kill Lan Yan?
She waited for the day when he would regret it!
…
The next morning, Jiang Zhiyu was woken up by a sharp cry. She half-opened her eyes, her resentment heavier than that of a ghost that had been dead for more than ten years: "Why is he here again?!"
Zhuying thought about what to say, but finally gave up. "I don't know either. When Heng-ge came this morning, he sat down on the spot where he fell yesterday and started crying. We went to find the Second Master and the old lady, and they all said, they all said..."
She couldn't say it, but Jiang Zhiyu understood what she meant.
No matter what, okay, okay, behind every naughty child there must be naughty parents. If they don’t care, then don’t blame her!
The little fat boy was so fat that he looked like a ball from a distance.
Jiang Zhiyu, wearing a cape, stood in front of Brother Heng and said coldly, "Who asked you to come?"
"I-I can go wherever I want! This is my home!"
Brother Heng was arrogant and pointed at her.
"This is my home~" Jiang Zhiyu imitated him sarcastically, then half-crouched down and said softly in a tone that only the two of them could hear: "Do you know what happened to the last person who pointed at me?"
"how's it going?"
"I cut off his fingers and threw him into the bushes covered in blood."
Brother Heng blinked in panic: "You, you are lying!"
Although he said this, his body still honestly retracted his fingers.
Jiang Zhiyu sneered: "I wouldn't lie to a kid. It was your sister Song who asked you to come, right?"
Brother Heng looked at her in surprise. How did she know?
Jiang Zhiyu sighed inwardly at Song Shiwei's beloved heroine's aura, then continued, "Did your sister Song tell you that there are actually a lot of ghosts here?"
Brother Heng:!!!
She didn't lower her voice when she said this, and the maid who was serving Brother Heng hurriedly said, "Third Miss, you can't say such things carelessly."
Jiang Zhiyu raised her eyebrows and prepared to leave indifferently. As soon as she turned around, she felt some force pulling her.
She raised her lips to smile and lowered her head. Brother Heng was holding her cloak tightly.
"You, go on."
"Young Master, this is unacceptable. Isn't it polluting your ears to hear this?"
"Shut up! If you say another word, I'll drag you away and beat you to death!"
The maid was startled and dared not make a sound.
As expected, he was born a bad seed. Jiang Zhiyu laughed even more happily: "Okay, come here, I will tell you slowly."
Brother Heng ran over obediently.
"This rockery you're climbing is where many maids committed suicide in the past. Do you know why?"
Brother Heng shook his head.
"Because those who commit suicide will be rejected by the underworld, they can't be reincarnated. They can only stay on this rockery day after day. Until one day, they thought of a solution - if someone else could be their scapegoat, wouldn't they be able to be reincarnated?"
"So, they tried every possible way to lure passers-by to climb the mountain, and then push them down the mountain..."
Brother Heng suddenly realized: "No wonder my skills are so good. I fell down this mountain yesterday. It turned out that someone pushed me!"
"Yeah, think about it again, who asked you to climb the mountain?"
"It's Sister Song!" Brother Heng said excitedly, then retorted: "Impossible! Sister Song wouldn't be like this!"
He looked at Jiang Zhiyu warily, and Jiang Zhiyu smiled: "Your sister Song would definitely not be like this, but are you sure that the current sister Song is still the same sister Song as before?"
Just then, a breeze blew by, and the rustling sound of the leaves and the hollow sound as the wind passed through the rockery made them feel a chill down their spines.
The scenery that was very familiar to them in the past now inexplicably had a horror in their eyes. The more Brother Heng thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he ran out in panic with his two short legs.
Judging from his appearance, he probably won't dare to step into the yard for a long time.
Jiang Zhiyu snorted lightly and went back to her room to catch up on her sleep. The surgery in the afternoon was a physically demanding job, so she had to stay alert.
…
Jiang Kang'an's elegant courtyard is relatively remote and most people don't pass by. Even so, Jiang Zhiyu still asked Afu to clear out all the servants in the elegant courtyard.
Surgery requires a sterile environment, which the ancient medical environment obviously could not support. Ah Fu stood guard at the door to prevent anyone from coming in to disturb.
Jiang Zhiyu took advantage of Jiang Kang'an's inattention and knocked him unconscious with a knife. Then, a white light flashed, and Jiang Zhiyu carried Jiang Kang'an and put him on the operating table.
After injecting anesthetic into his waist, Jiang Zhiyu took a scalpel and cut open his skin. He used electrocoagulation to stop the bleeding while re-suturing his ruptured Achilles tendon.
The operation was not difficult for Jiang Zhiyu, but it required great precision because there was still a poisonous insect in Jiang Kang'an's body. Jiang Zhiyu was afraid that the person who had put the poison in his body would notice something, so she was very cautious in every move.
The operation lasted from the afternoon until late at night. Someone leaked the news, but at 10:00 p.m., a group of people carrying lights rushed into the yard.
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