"If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be where I am now." Song Yanqing gritted his teeth and said.

Mrs. Song gently stroked Song Yanqing's hair, "Don't worry, my mother won't let her have a good time." ”

Song Yanqing has experienced too much today, and when she returned home, she cried again, and now her energy is gone, and she falls asleep crying and crying.

Seeing this, Mrs. Song pulled the brocade quilt to cover her before leaving, and Mrs. Song's face became gloomy after she left the room.

"Don't spread the news of the things in the courtyard today, if I hear any rumors from outside, I will be careful about your skin!" Mrs. Song's eyes swept over the trembling maid in the courtyard.

The maids knelt down and begged for mercy, saying that they must be tight-lipped.

"Qingyun."

"Ma'am." Qingyun walked up to Mrs. Song and answered.

"Invite a doctor to Lianyue to take a look, give the doctor a little more money, and let him take care of his mouth." Mrs. Song commanded.

"Yes, slave understands." Qingyun's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this, but he still responded happily.

After Mrs. Song finished explaining, she left Qingyun to clean up the mess and left with someone.

Qingyun instructed the maid to go in and clean the room, and then took the doctor who had been invited to the back room to see Lian Yue.

When she took the doctor in, Lian Yue was lying on the bed, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, her face was extremely pale, and the whole person was unconsciously swinging, looking not very good.

The maid next to her stood beside her bed at a loss, looking at her miserable appearance, her eyes full of tears.

Seeing this, the old doctor hurriedly stepped forward with the medicine box, took her hand and called her pulse, Lian Yue looked at the doctor's eyebrows slightly loosened, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seems that there should be no big problem.

Although she doesn't have any friendship with Lianyue, she is also a maid, and it is inevitable that she will feel a little hurt by things.

"The old man wants to take a look at her wounds, don't you know?" The doctor asked.

Qingyun glanced at the little maid on the side, who hurriedly wiped the tears on her face with her hand, and stepped forward to carefully lift the quilt covering Lian Yue's body.

The wound on Lian Yue's knee was obviously not light, and the quilt she lifted was stained with a large amount of blood.

Seeing this, the old doctor frowned, took out a pair of scissors from the medicine box he carried, and stepped forward to cut off the fabric from her knees.

Because Lian Yue knelt on the porcelain for a long time, many rags on her knees had sunk into the flesh, and the old doctor had to be careful to deal with them.

Every time a broken step was taken out of her wound, Lian Yue would snort, her body would twitch slightly, and the cold sweat on her forehead would become more and more, and her face would become more and more pale.

The little maid and Qingyun on the side couldn't bear to turn their faces away.

It took a whole stick of incense for the old doctor to clean up all the rags that had been trapped in the flesh for months, a process that was obviously very draining.

Just from the sweat on the old doctor's forehead, which was only a lot more than Lian Yue, you could see.

"Come, you two come over and hold her." As he spoke, the old doctor got up and took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box, then looked at Qingyun and the little maid, and motioned for the two of them to step forward.

Although Qingyun and the little maid didn't know why, they still did as the old doctor said, Qingyun stepped forward and pressed Lian Yue's upper body, and the little maid pressed her two ankles.

"Hold it down." As he spoke, the old doctor pulled the plug and poured it directly onto the bloody wound for months.

The moment the powder fell, Lian Yue, who had already fallen into a coma, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Ahh

It hurts—

Let go, let go of me-"

Lying on the bed weakly, Lian Yue suddenly began to struggle violently, and Qingyun and the little maid almost didn't hold her down.

But her strength came and went quickly, and she struggled for a few moments before she fell back into bed weakly, and fell into a coma again.

Qingyun couldn't help but be a little worried when she saw this, she glanced at Lian Yue's knee, and the yellow-brown medicine powder in the bottle fell on her wound, and quickly stopped the bleeding, it seems that the medicine powder is really effective.

"Doctor, is she alright?" Qingyun asked.

After the old doctor finished sprinkling the medicine powder, he began to pack up his medicine box, and when he heard Qingyun ask himself, he took out a pen and paper from the medicine box, "Are you okay?"

Her wounds are like this, how can she be okay. Hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days, and you have to take care of it.

The prescription I wrote for her had to be taken for a month, otherwise it would definitely leave the root of the disease. ”

The old doctor said and glanced at Lian Yue, who was lying on the bed without knowing anyone, and sighed.

How could a maid be so seriously injured, obviously it was the yin in the mansion of the high gate, alas, the old doctor shook his head, sat down on the table next to him and began to write the prescription.

After writing the prescription, the old doctor handed the prescription to Qingyun and instructed again, "You have to take this medicine for a month, and it will not be good to leave the root of the disease." ”

"There's Dr. Law." Qingyun said as he took out a purse from his sleeve and handed it to the old doctor, "This is your consultation fee, and I ask you to help keep today's matter confidential." ”

The old doctor was used to seeing this kind of thing, so he accepted the consultation fee and replied, "The old man understands that I will keep my mouth shut about today's affairs." ”

"Thank you, doctor." Qingyun saluted the old doctor, "I'll send you." ”

Qingyun sent the doctor away and went back to the room, she walked to Lian Yue's bed, sighed, and said to the little maid on the side, "It's up to you to take care of her these days, be careful." ”

"Yes, Sister Qingyun, I will take good care of Sister Lianyue." The first time the little maid encountered this kind of thing, her eyes were still red.

In fact, even if Sister Qingyun didn't tell her so, she would have done it, because when she first came to the house, Sister Lianyue took care of her.

"Hmm." Qingyun left the room after giving the order.

When she came out of the room, the sun outside had already set in the west, and the winter sun was not a little warm, and Qingyun could only feel the chill to the bones when she looked at the red glow that had stained half of the sky.

She glanced at the direction of Song Yanqing's room, and then without hesitation, she strode away.

……

After Mrs. Song left from Song Yanqing's side, she went to the study to find Song Yuandao, and when she arrived, Song Yuandao was standing in the study practicing calligraphy. "Master, when is this, why are you still in the mood to practice calligraphy!" Mrs. Song rarely spoke loudly to Song Yuandao.

"When?" Song Yuandao stopped his pen and looked down to admire his new work, feeling a little satisfied.

Looking at his appearance, Mrs. Song couldn't help but get angry at him, "Yan Qing's face made Si Ning's slut swollen into a broken skin steamed bun, why are you so indifferent, master?"

Yan Qing is our daughter! ”

"Even if she Si Ning is the county lord, then she can't slap the daughter of the minister of the court in the street! Master! You have to make decisions for Yan Qing! ”

Song Yuandao raised his eyes and glanced at Mrs. Song, "This is what I already know, tomorrow above the court meeting, I will seek justice for Yan Qing."

Let them be arrogant for another day. ”

"Them?" Mrs. Song was a little puzzled.

(End of chapter)