The reborn princess has a talisman in her left hand and an invincible medical skill in her right han

The cessation of spirits has come to the fourth day.

The time has come, the miracle doctor is about to perform a funeral, and the person carrying the coffin is Li Linquan, who has been able to get out of bed and walk. Because he was borrowed his life and luck, he has been suffering from constant health problems since he was a child, and the miracle doctor has been worried about him.

It is also appropriate to let him hold the spiritual throne.

The miracle doctor was never married and had no children, and he had no relatives. As a disciple like Bai Yunhua, the task of carrying the portrait naturally fell to Bai Yunhua.

The ones supporting the spirit were Bai Yuanhua's uncle and several cousins.

Mrs. Li stood aside and cried while being supported by Li Qingluo and Mrs. Jiang. The one who cried the hardest was Mrs. Liang, the crybaby. Several pieces of her handkerchief were already wet.

Bai Yuanhua couldn't comfort them. Parting by life and death was often the saddest thing.

My grandfather is still far away in the military camp, and the letter he rushed to deliver has not yet been delivered. I don’t know how my grandfather will feel when he knows that his lifelong best friend has passed away like this.

Looking around, as expected, Bai Yunhua breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see King Li. As King Li, he shouldn't be here.

However, she took a look at the two ghosts standing outside the crowd and became convinced.

In the Sanskrit music sung by the Master of Dayin Temple, the spirit rose. The strong and powerful servants of the General Mansion lifted the coffin and walked out step by step and steadily.

When the coffin was carried to the door, Bai Yunhua heard the cries one after another. When she looked up, she saw that they were all the people who had come spontaneously to offer incense in the past few days. They set up tables to worship and pray on both sides of the path where the coffin must pass. Send off with wine.

Even though some people gathered around to watch the fun, their faces were full of sadness. I don’t know if they were sad for the premature death of the miracle doctor, or they felt that life was inevitable, and they would inevitably die of illness and old age. They feel melancholy without a master like the miracle doctor who can help them heal.

No matter what, Bai Yuanhua was grateful that they could come to see the miracle doctor on his last journey. She accepted this favor for the miracle doctor. In the future, when someone asks for medical treatment, she will repay the miracle doctor's favor.

The miracle doctor left a lot of money, and Bai Yuanhua directly bought a hilltop on the outskirts of the city to bury the miracle doctor and the dozen servants, and hired someone to take care of the cemetery.

By the time the coffin went up the mountain and everything was done, Bai Yunhua had been working hard for several days. Once things started, she felt exhausted and her limbs were weak. With the help of the maids, she went back and woke up two days later.

After sleeping for two days, she was very energetic, but Bai Yuanhua felt that her limbs and bones were no longer her own, they were sore and soft.

Liuxu was massaging the young lady's shoulders, touching the slightly tingling bones of the young lady's hand. Liuxu's eyes were filled with distress. How long had the young lady been ill? She had gone through so many things, but she had lost so much weight in just a few days. lock up.

In a few days, it will be the day for the young lady to get married. His Highness, King Li, seems to be doing well. He has been helping the young lady a lot in the past few days. He hopes that the young lady will live a more stable life after marrying the Prince of Li.

"Miss, would you like to see the betrothal gift His Highness Prince Li gave you?"

The catkins pressed with moderate force. Bai Yunhua was so comfortable that she half-squinted her eyes. After hearing the words, she slowly opened her eyes. After being busy with the funeral of the miracle doctor for several days, she actually forgot about it.

"Go get the gift list and take a look."

"Yes."

As soon as Liuxu's front legs exited, Xiyue followed with his rear legs.

She might have been changing her dressing before she came over. I don't know what made her so anxious. She tied a white bandage on one hand and came over quickly.

"Miss."

Xi Yue bowed and continued to tie it. Unfortunately, it was difficult to operate with one hand and he couldn't tie it after several attempts.

She was so impatient that she even got angry with herself after being tied up: "I don't think my hands are so stupid when I use them normally. Can't even tie a knot?"

Bai Yuanhua waved to her, asked her to lean over, and started to help her unwrap and rebandage: "Part of the wound has scabbed, and the new flesh will make it itchy. You have to hold back and not scratch it. There are still tens of millions of people left." You have to avoid food. If the scar makes you ugly and you can’t get married, don’t cry to me then.”

"No way." Xi Yue was shy for a moment: "I'm not going to cry. I don't want to get married either. I'll stay with you all my life."

"Okay." Bai Yunhua tied a nice bow, looked up at Xiyue, and hung her scattered hair behind her ears: "Why are you so anxious?"

Xiyue pulled down his sleeves and said in a tone that could not be described as nice: "Miss, the Marquis is here."

Bai Yanhua was not surprised at all when Baiyan Book Club came.

After she showed her abilities and wiped away her previous reputation of being cowardly and useless, it would be strange that Bai Yanshu hadn't come yet.

In the past, she was a loser in the eyes of the world, but just because she was the cousin of the General's Mansion, Bai Yanshu placed most of his hopes on her and wanted her to marry Prince Ming at any cost.

Now, not only is she not a waste, but she is also a disciple of the miracle doctor, and Bai Yueyao has been brought into the palace to learn the rules. Whether she can marry Prince Ming in the future is still unknown, but it is a certainty that she will marry Prince Li.

One is disliked by the Queen Mother, and the other is deeply loved by the Queen Mother.

It is obvious which path is the shortcut to his promotion and title.

Furthermore, her wedding is approaching, and if Bai Yanshu doesn't take action, it will be difficult for her to find opportunities to make her obedient after she marries into Prince Li's palace.

"What is he doing here?" Bai Yuanhua asked knowingly.

Xiyue went over and poured a cup of tea for the young lady, then gave the young lady a sip: "I don't know, but I guess the Marquis wants his wife to take you back to the Marquis's Mansion in Jingguo."

"Do you think Aniang will agree to go back?"

"This slave doesn't know either."

"Come on, let's take a look."

As soon as the two of them walked out of the room, they happened to meet Liu Xu who was coming with a gift list.

Looking at the thick stack of gift lists in Liu Xu's hand, Bai Yuanhua smiled.

Prince Li's forty-eight-dan betrothal gift is enough to make Bai Yanshu salivate!

"You come with me too." Bai Yuanhua waved.

"Yes." LiuXu followed step by step without asking the lady where she was going.

In the front hall, Li Bojun, the eldest man of the General's Mansion, and the young masters Li Linquan were sitting there in a row, staring at Bai Yanshu like a coroner.

Li Qingluo sat on the other side, holding up the teacup and sipping lightly, without looking at Bai Yanshu. Her voice was not like the gentle whisper she used to say when facing Bai Yanshu: "I'll say this, if you want me to go back, The first thing is that you have to divorce Lin Xiuyun, and then send Bai Yueyao to Zhuangzi to recuperate. If you can't do that, there's no need to talk about anything, please come back, Lord Marquis."

Bai Yanshu was stunned, how dare Li Qingluo speak to him like this?

Has she forgotten who is the head of the family, who is her husband, who is the sky above her head, and who is the only person who can be buried with her after her death?

Let him divorce his concubine, huh, when will it be her turn to be his master.