Chapter 490 Split
After a meal where everyone had their own ulterior motives, Yan Shijiu became Concubine Zhao's "godson" and Yan Lang's "godbrother".
Yun Chen also inexplicably had a "godmother-in-law".
For her, it doesn’t matter whether she is her mother-in-law or her mother, she really likes Concubine Zhao.
Concubine Zhao was graceful, spoke softly, was gentle and patient, and gave her the precious and colorful jade bracelet.
Yun Chen felt deeply guilty, but Yan Shijiu seemed particularly happy and said:
"It doesn't matter. It should have been yours anyway."
Yun Chen didn't understand what nonsense he was talking about. Seeing that Concubine Zhao looked tired, he hurriedly wanted to arrange for her to go to the guest room to rest. However, Yan Shijiu said that he would arrange it himself and asked Yun Chen to entertain Yan Lang.
Yun Chen had never been the mistress of a mansion and had never learned how to entertain guests, but she knew the difference between men and women. It was appropriate for her to take care of Concubine Zhao and Yan Shijiu to entertain Yan Lang.
But Yan Shijiu said, "I just became a godparent, so shouldn't I behave well in front of my godmother?" This sentence left Yun Chen speechless.
Yun Chen had no choice but to let Yan Shijiu walk away affectionately holding Concubine Zhao's arm, while she returned to the front hall where Yan Lang was sitting there drinking tea.
Yan Lang is now taller than Yun Chen, and looks like a noble son of a king. He is no longer the old-fashioned "kid brother" of the past.
He looked noble and unfamiliar, and Yun Chen felt a little uncomfortable being alone suddenly.
Yanlang saw it clearly and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, tapped the seat next to him with his fingers, and said lightly:
"Come here, I'll take your pulse."
Yan Lang used to have a rule that he would only take a person's pulse once, but he broke the rule for Yun Chen over the years and had examined her at least seventy, eighty, or ninety times.
There was a miracle doctor willing to treat him, so Yun Chen had no reason to refuse. He quickly rolled up his sleeves, ran over happily, and smiled rather flatteringly:
"Thank you, doctor. Please take a look at me. Ever since I moved into the Yan Mansion, I've always felt uncomfortable all over. If there's no ghost in the Yan Mansion, then I'm sick."
Yan Lang chuckled softly: "Something's wrong, it's probably because of a broken heart, what does it have to do with the Yan Mansion?"
When it comes to heartbreak, the first person that comes to mind is naturally Huo Gannian.
Yun Chen's eyes became dim for a moment, and he rubbed his face and smiled again.
Her forced calmness made Yan Lang feel distressed. He said, "Stop talking," and then put on a serious expression. He stretched out his slender fingers and placed them on Yun Chen's white wrist.
He gently pressed her pulse, concentrating on feeling and exploring it, and then his brows gradually frowned, the frown getting deeper and deeper. Then he went to feel the pulse of her other hand, repeating it three times, his face as dark as ink.
This expression made Yun Chen feel a little uneasy.
There’s a saying that goes, “I’m not afraid of heaven or earth, but I’m afraid of the doctor shaking his head and sighing.”
Especially a genius doctor like Yan Lang, since he started treating Yun Chen——
No, it should be said that since Yun Chen knew that he could treat people, he has always been calm and relaxed when taking anyone's pulse over the years. Even Huo Gannian's disabled legs could be cured with just a prescription.
It was the first time she saw Yan Lang with such a serious expression.
She suddenly had a premonition that she had contracted some incurable disease, and cold sweat broke out on her back. Just as she was about to ask, Yan Lang's brows relaxed, his expression returned to normal, and he said:
"Go inside and lie down. I'll give you an acupuncture treatment."
Yun Chen obeyed obediently and lay down on the chaise longue in the side hall. While doing so, he kept looking at Yan Lang's expression.
He didn't look at her, but said softly:
"Your health is fine, but you still have old problems. You've lost too much energy, and your battle injuries haven't healed yet. You're also overly worried, and your liver qi is stagnant. Don't think too much. Eat well and get enough sleep."
Yun Chen's heart instantly settled down. He wiped the sweat from his head, sighed, and jokingly said:
"Doctor, please pay more attention to your facial expressions in the future. When you frown, I feel like I've seen the King of Hell!"
Yan Lang didn't take the joke. He tapped Yun Chen's chin with his finger, signaling her to shut up. Then he quickly pulled out a silver needle from the medicine box and started to prick her head.
One, two... ten... twenty...
Lan Qian and Xiao Yue'er, who were serving tea nearby, were stunned. They had never imagined that Yun Chen, with such a small face and such a small head, could have so many needles stuck in it. He looked like a hedgehog, and it was terrifying.
Lan Qian and Xiao Yue'er couldn't help but worry for Yun Chen. They were so nervous that they didn't dare to speak, but they saw that Yan Lang seemed to be even more nervous than them.
Although his face was expressionless, sweat was already running down his temples.
He kept taking needles out of the acupuncture bag, and his fingers were trembling slightly.
Soon, Yun Chen began to feel her eyelids twitching, and a strong sense of sleepiness came over her. Before she fell asleep completely, she mumbled a few words as if she was talking in her sleep:
"Yan Lang, you lied to me... Am I seriously ill? Yan Shijiu said I was sleepwalking again... I ran into the woods chasing rabbits in the middle of the night without even wearing shoes..."
Pinching the last "了", her brain seemed to be shut down by someone, and she instantly knew nothing. The last thing she could hear was Yan Lang's choked and distressed voice:
"Go to sleep, Yunchen. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Yan Lang just sat quietly beside the couch, watching Yun Chen fall asleep.
Only when her breathing became even and she looked like someone who couldn't be awakened even by thunder did he seal her left and right earlobes with two silver needles. Then he suddenly stood up and strode out. The amplitude of his movements was so large that it scared Lan Qian and Xiao Yue'er.
The two maids didn't know what was going on, but they could tell from Yanlang's murderous expression that something big must have happened. They immediately and tactfully dismissed all the servants in the front and back halls.
Yan Lang walked hurriedly and angrily towards the back hall. When he passed through the corridor, he ran into Yan Shijiu who came out of Concubine Zhao's guest room.
Seeing Yan Lang's unusual posture, Yan Shijiu frowned slightly and was about to ask, "What's wrong? Is Yun Chen not okay?" But he saw Yan Lang rushing straight towards him and punching him hard in the face.
Yan Shijiu was completely unprepared for this punch, and was hit right on the bridge of his nose. The pain made him see stars and his nose bled. He took a step back and said angrily:
"Are you crazy??"
Wan Chen also immediately jumped out from the side and drew his sword to protect him:
"Third Prince! Do you know who you are fighting?! This is a capital crime!"
"Get out!" Yan Lang roared in a rare fit of anger, continuing to rush towards Yan Shijiu, waving his fists.
Yan Shijiu didn't know why Yan Lang suddenly went crazy. They had been brothers for so many years, and since he could remember from his childhood, Yan Lang was not the kind of person who would easily lose his temper or curse at others. He always looked mature, indifferent, and silent, let alone hit anyone?
Yan Shijiu made a "don't bother yourself" gesture to Wan Chen, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward to fight with Yan Lang.
The two brothers fought fiercely, and Yan Shijiu clearly had the upper hand.
Firstly, although Yan Lang was now a tall and handsome young man, he was nowhere near as tall and strong as Yan Shijiu, and he had no martial arts skills at all, only knowing how to fight recklessly.
Secondly, Yan Lang’s first punch just now caught Yan Shijiu completely off guard and he was hit accurately. Now that the fight has officially started, he is unwilling to suffer any loss.
Soon, Yan Lang was beaten to the point of being breathless and lying on the ground, unable to stand up.
His face and hands were still intact, but his shoulders, back, and limbs all felt as if they were torn apart, and his calves were visibly swollen.
But in fact, Yan Shijiu did not use any internal force at all, he just fought back with fists and feet.
Seeing that Yan Lang was unable to fight back, Yan Shijiu kicked Yan Lang in the chest, knocking him over. He forced him to look at him and said coldly:
"Have you gone crazy enough? If you have, then tell me, what happened to Yun Chen?!"
Yan Lang fell to the side of the porch, clutching his chest and gasping for air. His breath was disordered, his body ached and he was exhausted, and his head was covered in sweat.
This fight, which had nearly exhausted him, did not reduce his anger at all. He glared at Yan Shijiu with red eyes and roared in a hoarse voice, his voice almost breaking:
"The heart veins are torn apart! Both of her veins are flying sideways! She's insane! You lunatic! What did you do to her?! She's dying!"
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