Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

As winter entered, the weather became colder and colder. Wei Ce's legs were still not feeling well. Wen Ya still helped him take medicinal baths every day. Unfortunately, the prescriptions Wei Zhi brought back from the capital didn't work at all.

As Wei Ce himself said, his leg was beyond repair.

The group of bandits had cut his legs and knees. Even now, his kneecaps have not grown properly, and the position of his knees has become deformed.

The doctors who came around to see her were helpless. How could the damaged knee be repaired?

Even Wei Ce himself had no hope.

If Wen Ya hadn't appeared, he would probably have survived with his original leg injury, and he would have committed suicide long ago.

With Wen Ya by his side, he felt that there was still hope for the future.

Today was as normal as ever. After lunch, he took a nap. After waking up, Wen Ya pushed Wei Ce for a walk to the pavilion outside the yard.

At this time, I saw Mrs. Wei leading an old man wearing a gray Taoist priest uniform and a gray beard walking towards her.

The old man was holding a fly whisk in his hand, and he had an air of immortality. Looking from a distance, it seemed that there was an old immortal beside Mrs. Wei.

"Ce'er, mother has found the Taoist priest from Xuanmiao Temple for you."

Wei Ce only felt that his mother was possessed. Since he and Wen Ya consummated their marriage, his mood and complexion had improved. However, Mrs. Wei attributed it all to what the Taoist said was reasonable. Wen Ya believed in it more and more since she was destined to him. Taoism.

Mrs. Wei even wanted to follow a Taoist priest to refine elixirs and seek immortality.

"Mom, my leg is hopeless. How many times do I have to tell you before you believe it!"

Mrs. Wei was silenced by her son's words, but the old Taoist priest on the side looked at Wei Ce carefully.

Then, he set his sights on Wen Ya.

He smoothed his long gray beard from his chin, then sat directly on the stone bench under the pavilion, grabbed Wei Ce's hand, and began to diagnose his pulse.

Wei Ce didn't resist and simply let him go as if he was resigned to his fate.

How many doctors took his pulse and said that his legs could no longer be saved. What could this Taoist priest do?

After checking his pulse for a while, the old Taoist priest lifted up Wei Ce's pants and gently pressed his fingers on Wei Ce's calves and knees.

He asked: "Mr. Wei, on weekdays, can you use your lower limbs to exert some strength?"

"I couldn't at first. It was freezing below my knees."

"In recent days, I feel that my calves are gradually getting warmer, and my knee joints are no longer painful." Wei Ce answered truthfully.

The old Taoist priest said calmly: "When was it at the beginning? When was it recently? What is the difference between the two time periods?"

Wei Ce blushed a little. He knew that the Taoist priest was not asking about the specific time, but what happened during these two periods.

"In the beginning, my leg was injured and I didn't have anyone in the room yet."

"Recently, after taking a medicinal bath and having sex, I feel that the temperature of my calves is gradually warming up."

This is what Wei Ce discovered recently.

The old Taoist priest on the side did not speak immediately, but stretched out his hand to count. When he opened his eyes and looked at Wei Ce, he did not forget to look at Wen Ya again.

"The eldest son is a person of the highest yang. He is destined to be rich and powerful. This calamity is destined to happen. Everyone will be happy to get through it. But if you can't get through it, the hall will be full of white silk."

Wei Ce still had no reaction, so Mrs. Wei got angry and asked quickly, "Master, now, has my son survived the disaster? Or has he not?"

"He just injured his leg, how could he still die?"

When Mrs. Wei heard that the whole hall was full of white silk, her heart tightened and she was so frightened that her soul almost flew away. The eldest son was fine, but his leg was disabled. He was not worried about his life, so why did he end up dying!

"Madam, don't be anxious, just listen to what Pindao has to say."

"The eldest son is a person of the highest yang, and his destiny needs the balance of yin and yang of a person of the highest yin."

"If you find the wrong person, you will not risk your life, and it will be an obstacle to the heir. In other words, only the most Yin person can give birth to the eldest son's blood, and other women cannot."

The more Mrs. Wei listened, the more confused she became. "Master, are you saying that my son has a strange destiny and that he must be matched with a destined person to continue his heir? Ordinary women cannot give birth to my son's bloodline?"

The old Taoist priest nodded and said, "Fortunately, you have found the right person."

"The person in the eldest son's room must be the person behind him, right?"

The old Taoist priest gestured to Wen Ya, and Wen Ya nodded, "Yes, I am the eldest son's brother-in-law."

The old Taoist priest asked again, "Yes, I heard that you have a birthmark of a Bianhua flower on your body?"

Wen Ya nodded again, but Wei Ce spoke now.

"The strange thing is that when the Bana Flower has sex, it will flash with fluorescence and then disappear in an instant. I dare to ask, priest, why is this?"

Wei Ce originally didn't believe in this kind of charlatan, but this old Taoist priest said that he had a nose and eyes, and that even his descendants could be related to his bloodline. Then he had to ask carefully why the flower on the other side was glowing.

"This girl is a person of Zhiyin, and she is destined to the eldest son. My apprentice's calculation is good, and Mrs. Wei did not find the wrong person."

"When the yin and yang people combine their yin and yang, the other shore flower will shine because the man is absorbing the essence of the woman, and the woman is absorbing the cold air from the man."

"So, after the eldest son consummated his marriage with this girl, his legs gradually recovered from the typhoid fever."

This kind of rare thing has never been heard of or seen by Mrs. Wei, Wei Ce, and Wen Ya.

"Master, do you mean that whether my son's leg injury can be healed or not is all related to Wen Ya?"

The old Taoist priest nodded leisurely.

When Mrs. Wei saw that Wei Ce's leg had been cured, she was very excited. She hurriedly asked: "Master, what do you think should be done about my son's leg?"

"As long as you can heal my son's leg, I will build a Taoist temple for you and build a golden body for you!"

The old Taoist replied calmly: "Madam, don't be impatient. Please listen to the poor Taoist and explain slowly."

"The eldest son's leg injury is still short-lived and can be cured. However, this weaving method may require the help of a girl."

"The two of them need to reconcile yin and yang until the eldest son's legs no longer feel cold and cold, that is, all the cold air in the eldest son's body has been cleared. At that time, the blood from the birthmark on the girl's waist will be used as a medicine to treat the legs. Add thousand-year-old ginseng to the herbal medicine and simmer for an hour before the secret recipe takes effect."

"Thousand-year-old ginseng?" Mrs. Wei frowned. There were century-old ginseng in the Wei family's medicine shop.

But thousand-year-old ginseng is really hard to come by. It is not an easy medicinal material to find.

"It's exactly a thousand-year-old ginseng, even one year less will be enough."

The old Taoist priest warned, and then he had nothing to do with him, so he picked up the fly whisk and left slowly.

Wei Ce and Wen Ya on the side were a little hesitant after hearing the expensive medicinal materials and the strange introduction.

If we talk about thousand-year-old ginseng, where can we see it? Maybe it's in the treasury inside the Imperial Palace.

Mrs. Wei patted the back of Wei Ce's hand and comforted him:

"Don't worry, Ce'er. Mom will definitely ask someone to find the thousand-year-old ginseng, cure your leg disease, and let you stand up again."

Wei Ce still felt uneasy and felt strange.