Chapter 139 Song Yu's Medical Consultation with Wen Shu
"Lan'er, go to the Cheng residence and inform my two cousins first. I'll come over after I finish my consultation."
"good."
Song Yu got on Wen Nuo's carriage and said, "Let's go quickly. My sister has something important to do today."
"Yeah, it won't delay Sister for too long."
"Young Miss." Qing He entered the inner courtyard. "Young Miss, the Third Miss has fainted. Nanny Niu sent someone to tell her that the old lady wants you to go there immediately."
"Okay, I'll be there later."
Cheng Qingmeng didn't rush over, but continued to polish the peony purple lacquer dressing box with Jiang Shiyun.
Old Madam Cheng waited for half an hour, her face growing darker and darker.
Second wife Cheng Zhang, feeling sorry for her two precious daughters, continued to fan the flames, "Mother, Qingmeng is relying on the Jiang family and doesn't take your words seriously at all. She used to be available whenever you called. This is totally unfilial. She's a fourth-rank noblewoman."
"That's enough!" Old Madam Cheng suppressed her anger. "If you want your two precious daughters to leave the ancestral hall, shut up immediately. If that girl from the Jiang family hears it, she might tell it to Old Master Jiang when she gets home. The second son's official career still depends on the Jiang family."
Zhang was not convinced, "Now that my eldest brother has become a marquis, he won't need to rely on the Jiang family anymore."
"That's true, but Ah Xiao is still an Earl now. Without the imperial edict, everything is still uncertain."
"Variables? How could that be possible? Everything is set in stone."
Old Madam Cheng got a headache when she saw her daughter-in-law's heartless look.
The variable is that the child is missing.
"Okay, listen to me. When Meng'er comes, you should be submissive as the Second Aunt, and Qingya and Qingtang should come out earlier."
Cheng Zhang gritted her teeth in hatred. If she had a powerful family, why would she have been suppressed by them, mother and daughter, for all these years!
"Mom, my daughter-in-law knows."
Half a minute later, Cheng Qingmeng arrived late with Jiang Shiyun.
"Grandma, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Cheng Qingmeng handed over the peony dressing box. "I once said I wanted to make you a beautiful dressing box. I had already completed 80% of the process before going to the Jiang Mansion. I worked very hard from yesterday afternoon to this morning and finally finished it. Do you like it?"
When Old Lady Cheng looked at the exquisitely crafted peony purple lacquer dressing box, all her resentment disappeared.
Her eldest granddaughter is really filial to her.
She was overthinking it.
"Not bad, not bad. Grandma likes it very much. You are thoughtful."
"Madam Cheng, my cousin's painting of this peony is so lifelike. I think she will definitely take first place in the next exam."
Madam Cheng smiled kindly, "Yes, with Meng'er's unique skill, she will surely be awarded the title of First-Rank Noble Lady."
A trace of jealousy flashed in Cheng Zhang's eyes. Cheng Qingmeng was now superior to her two daughters.
If she could win the title of a first-class noble lady, she would be able to choose any handsome man in the capital!
snort!
Don’t even think about it!
It will only be her turn if her two daughters pick out the ones left!
Mrs. Cheng was so happy that she gave her another jade hairpin as a reward.
"Thank you, Grandma."
Old Madam Cheng put the dressing box away as if it were her treasure and said to Cheng Qingmeng with a loving face, "Now that your two sisters have realized their mistakes, we won't let them continue kneeling in the ancestral hall. Grandmother will punish them by making them copy the Infinite Life Sutra again. What do you think?"
Cheng Zhang was dumbfounded. Didn’t they agree that she would say nice words and beg for mercy to release the two children?
Why did you copy the scriptures again? Nearly 20,000 words!
"mother."
"Shut up." Old Madam Cheng glared at her.
Cheng Zhang shut up, her hands under Yun's sleeves almost pinching her to bleed.
Wait!
One day, she would demand back from Cheng Qingmeng a hundredfold the suffering her daughter had endured. Then, with an apologetic look on her face, she said, "Meng'er, your two sisters were really wrong this time. Let them each copy the Infinite Life Sutra ten times."
"good!"
Cheng Zhang: ...
How could she say okay? Shouldn't she just say forget it?
You have to know that she used to be sincere in wanting to severely punish the two of them, but Cheng Qingmeng always made a big deal out of a small matter.
Old Madam Cheng glared at her, what a fool.
The girl from the Jiang family is here. Don’t you see that she’s not willing to give in?
Jiang Shiyun said hurriedly, "Sisters, please send me your copy after you finish it. My grandfather spent a lot of effort to find this Boya guqin for you. If he knew that someone took it without asking and even broke it, he would be very disappointed in your Cheng family."
"Miss Jiang, please don't let this hurt the harmony between our two families. I will definitely discipline them strictly in the future. When they finish copying, I will send someone to deliver it to you. Please don't let your grandfather know about this, okay?"
"As long as my two sisters truly realize their mistakes, I will naturally not tell my grandfather, but this is broken..."
"Don't worry, Miss Jiang. I will ask a master to repair it. I guarantee that there will not be a single flaw after the repair."
Jiang Shiyun smiled and nodded, then said to Cheng Qingmeng, "Cousin, then let the two sisters come out of the ancestral hall to copy the scriptures?"
"Okay." Cheng Qingmeng nodded and looked at Old Madam Cheng, "Grandma, my cousin Yun and I will go back first. My eldest cousin will be back soon."
"Go ahead."
After the two left, Madam Cheng's face darkened. "How could I have a daughter-in-law like you who holds me back? I could have just copied it once, but you had to be so clever!"
Cheng Qingmeng and Jiang Shiyun returned to the yard and sat there for less than half a minute before Bai Lan was brought in by Qinghe.
"Why did you come back alone?"
"My lady was kidnapped by Master Xiao Nuo and taken to see a doctor. She will be back before lunch."
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"Why did you bring me here? Aren't we going to the Wen Mansion?"
Song Yu looked at the Wen family cloth shop, very confused.
Wen Nuo looked around and didn't see any trace of the Yu family, so he pulled Song Yu out of the carriage and said, "My little brother is in the backyard."
Wen Shu sat upright at the table, writing his name stroke by stroke. His handwriting was crooked and not very pretty, but he looked focused and wrote very seriously.
"Master, Miss Song."
Upon hearing the sound, Wen Shu put down his pen and stood up quickly.
"Are there any suspicious people nearby?"
"Master, it's safe here. No suspicious people have been spotted. Wen Shu is practicing calligraphy in the room."
Wen Nuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Looks like I have to teach my little brother how to read." "Sister, come quickly."
"Little brother, I brought my sister here."
Wen Shu subconsciously took a few steps back, lowered his head, and pinched the corner of his clothes.
He looks timid and cowardly.
Song Yu stopped in his tracks instantly.
Looking at the thin Wen Shu in front of him, Song Yu felt indescribable.
This is too thin!
It's so painful to watch.
Her compassion overflowed again.
In my early years, I followed my parents to the mountains to deliver food to the poor mountain people, but I had never seen such a skinny person.
This must be a serious illness, Song Yu hurried forward to take his pulse.
Wen Shu hurriedly hid behind Wen Nuo.
"Little brother, this is the sister I told you about. She knows medicine and is a very good person, just like me. Let your sister take your pulse." Wen Nuo pulled Wen Shu to sit down, lifted Wen Shu's sleeves, and placed them in front of Song Yu.
Song Yu looked at the crisscrossing whip marks on his wrist, frowning slightly. How much suffering had he endured?
Song Yu gently placed his fingers on his wrist, not daring to pinch his pulse hard.
I was afraid that if I used a little force, he would feel pain.
"Sister, how is she?"
"That's a huge loss." Song Yu didn't let go. He looked at the whip mark on his ear and took a breath.
There is a bruise on his brain, probably because he was beaten badly.
It's lucky to be alive.
"Look up and let me see your face."
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