Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Chapter 696 Coveting Father’s Concubine 7

When Ji Yan found Jinghe, the young man was sitting on the steps holding a book of poems. Next to him were several children aged 11 or 12, who were all listening attentively to him telling those obscure and gorgeous poems and listening to him explain the meaning expressed in the poems. content.

Just as he was talking about the poor scholar's unrecognized talent, Jinghe heard footsteps and looked up to see a girl in a green dress walking straight towards him.

The sky and the earth see spring, and all things are shining, but they are also dimmed in front of the three-point color.

Jinghe put down the poetry collection in his hand, stood up and saluted Ji: "Madam."

Several younger children also reacted and called Ji Yan "Madam" obediently. The girl nodded slightly and asked the children to play elsewhere. Finally, she looked at Jinghe: "Is your name Jinghe? I have Let me ask you."

The young man was dressed cleanly in plain clothes. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Madam, it's okay to just ask."

"Yesterday, I asked you to take the eldest son back to his room, and I asked you to ask the doctor to come and take a look at him. Did the doctor say anything last night? Is the eldest son's injury serious? Has he prescribed any medicine?"

Ji Yan asked a series of questions, and they were all related to the eldest son.

Jing He's expression was stagnant. He hadn't invited any doctor at all, and he didn't know what his wife's attitude towards the eldest son was. He kept thinking a thousand times, and then pretended to be calm and said: "It's just some bruises. The doctor has prescribed blood-activating medicine." The blood stasis-removing ointment can be applied for a few days and it will be as good as before, so you don’t have to worry too much, madam.”

Ji Yan stared at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "That's fine."

I just don't know if she is too sensitive and suspicious. She always feels that there is something weird about Jing He, which makes people feel uncomfortable for no reason.

"I thanked you for your hard work yesterday." She didn't go into details, but turned around and called "Shuangshuang."

Shuangshuang understood and took out a piece of silver from her purse and handed it to Jinghe.

Jinghe lowered his eyes and didn't reach out to pick it up for a long time.

Shuangshuang just thought he was embarrassed and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of? Madam rewarded me, just accept it."

Hearing this, the young man stretched out his palms that had become sticky at some point. As soon as the cold silver fell into his palms, he was squeezed tightly by his flexed fingers. He used too much force and the flesh of his palms ached.

Shuangshuang didn't notice anything strange about Jinghe, she just sighed in her heart. Jinghe had a handsome face, and he was pretty and handsome. He was also a breath of fresh air in the Xie Mansion. No wonder he was so popular, but his personality seemed a bit reserved, and his hair It was almost never raised, leaving only the fine, low-hanging black eyelashes visible.

Ji Yan didn't stare at Jing He all the time, so she didn't notice anything strange about him.

People had seen it and knew Xie Yuan's situation, so she should have been relieved, but she still felt vaguely that something was wrong.

"Shuangshuang, has your Excellency given me any good medicine to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis?" she asked suddenly.

Ji Yan finally asked the right person, and Shuangshuang was very familiar with the treasures in the warehouse.

The adults give you everything, and the gifts are basically the best. There are several types of ointments for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. The best jar is given by the Holy Emperor, and it is said to have miraculous effects.

She told the truth. Madam's eyes lit up when she heard the words, but then she lowered her eyes. She seemed to have some concerns. Finally, she thought for a long time before saying, "Bring that ointment to Xie Yuan for me. It's best to see him go to bed with your own eyes." It's just medicine...just give it to him."

She was afraid that Xie Yuan would not use her things.

"Okay madam." Shuangshuang was also very happy. Madam had really changed for the better and realized her mistakes, so she now compensated the eldest son in every possible way.

She was about to get the medicine when she was stopped by her wife: "Wait a minute."

The girl's eyes were dark. Just now, she thought of another way to ensure that Xie Yuan applied the medicine, so she stopped Shuangshuang.

He changed his words and said: "Go and ask a doctor to come over, give the medicine to the doctor, ask the doctor to look at Xie Yuan's injuries again, and also ask the doctor to help Xie Yuan apply the medicine, and then instruct Xie Yuan in the form of doctor's advice Remember to apply it.”

If the fake doctor delivers the medicine, maybe Xie Yuan won't be so resistant.

Even if he cleverly guessed the origin of the ointment, at least the doctor could apply the ointment once when he was looking at his injury. If the medicine is good, the recovery will be faster. If you can use a little bit, it is better than nothing.

Shuangshuang was stunned when she heard it. It was almost incredible that such a careful and thoughtful arrangement could be said from the wife's mouth.

Everything the little girl thinks is written on her face, and Ji Yan feels helpless when she sees Shuangshuang's expression.

However, Shuangshuang acted very quickly and quickly invited the doctor, took the ointment from the warehouse, and went to the eldest son's yard.

During the doctor's consultation, Shuangshuang didn't have the chance to come close to see her, so she just sat on the stone steps outside the door and waited.

The old man had gray hair and kind eyes, and his clothes were dyed with the fragrance of medicine. When he stepped into this damp and cold room, he couldn't help but frown.

The boy's long black hair was tied up with a hairband, and he was wearing a coarse cloth shirt. It was not a good material, and the color looked old-fashioned. It was also a style that even young people in Beijing were unlikely to like.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Master, can you let me take a look at the injury on your knee?"

Xie Yuan was silent, his eyes lowered quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, he hummed softly, took off his complicated coat, piled the clothes around his waist, and rolled up his obscene pants to his knees, revealing his rather scary knees, which were red and purple, slightly swollen, and slightly swollen. The white skin of the surrounding people contrasted with each other, making it even more terrifying.

The old doctor couldn't help but take a breath, "May I ask, eldest son, have you ever dealt with the injuries here before?"

Xie Yuan said: "No."

The old doctor's expression became more serious when he heard this: "If the eldest son continues not to deal with it, I'm afraid the damage will be more serious, and even gods will not be able to save it."

Xie Yuan only listened and did not answer. The old doctor took out the ointment and applied it to him.

The ointment was cold, but it was like a burning flame when applied to the skin. It was almost unbearable for ordinary people to suffer such pain, but Xie Yuan only shrank instinctively at first and then calmed down.

His body was tense, and the old man spread the ointment with great effort, using special massage techniques, and said: "Young master, you can learn from the old man's technique. When you apply medicine by yourself in the future, knead the ointment evenly so that the medicine can be more powerful." So absorbed.”

"Ah."

After the medicine was applied, the old doctor looked up and saw that Xie Yuan's black hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, his eyes were dark and serious, his lips were fair and his skin was white, and his face was rare and beautiful in the world. It was drooping and overturned, a shadow fell on it, and there was a little sweat on the tip of the nose, but it was still breathtakingly beautiful.

If it weren't for his warmth, he would be just like the seductive ghost in the storybook.

"Thank you." Xie Yuan lowered his eyes and said with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Young master, you don't need to thank me. If you want to thank your aunt in the house, you should thank me. It was my aunt who asked me to come and look at the young master's injury. This ointment... is a medicine that is hard to find. If you want to get better quickly, you can Just follow the old man's method and apply it once in the morning and once in the evening."