After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Song Huiling got off the donkey cart, first walked around the pony, then stood in front of it and raised his hand.

The pony just shook his head at her without any intimate gesture.

Song Huiling turned around and looked back at everyone, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Brother Ma doesn't want to pay attention to me at all, how can this be considered as recognizing the master?"

Xu Duanyang looked puzzled: "This shouldn't be the case. You can even persuade it to eat."

The reins on the horse's head dropped down. Xu Duanyang walked over, bent down and picked it up. Just as he pulled it back with force, the pony suddenly stretched out its front hoof and kicked him hard in the chest.

"Husband!" Ding shouted anxiously and hurried over to support him.

The kick didn't use much force, but it made Xu Duanyang feel stuffy in his chest for a while.

"Forget it, this horse has a bad temper. Even if it recognizes its master, it is not easy to tame. Huiling, let's go!" Xu Duanyang gently placed his palm on his chest, breathing unsteadily.

Song Huiling looked at He Zhan, with a hint of regret in his eyes: "It's okay if he doesn't recognize his master. We can raise chickens in our yard, but forget about raising war horses. If we raise one, we will lose it."

He Zhan raised his hand and rubbed her head, comforting her: "It's okay, if you really want a pony, I will find you an obedient and well-behaved one."

At this time, the originally quiet pony suddenly walked up to Song Huiling, and nudged Song Huiling with his head like a kitten acting coquettishly.

It seemed like it was telling He Zhan in this way that it was an obedient and well-behaved little pony.

Song Huiling's ticklish spot was rubbed and her body leaned back straight, and she quickly reached out to push Xiao Ma away.

Xu Duanyang's resentful voice rang in his ears: "Hui Ling, this little beast only kicked me and not you, isn't this called recognizing the master?"

"Whig~Whig~" The horse cried out in dissatisfaction, facing the direction of Xu Duanyang, digging the ground with its four hooves, looking very irritable.

"Alright, alright, I won't talk about you anymore. Go recognize whoever you want! You heartless guy. If I hadn't taken you out of the horse farm, you would have been buried alive!" The more Xu Duanyang rubbed his chest, the more depressed he felt.

Thinking there was no point in arguing with a beast, he led Ding towards the donkey cart.

Song Huiling was not sure what was going on with the pony, so he moved closer to it, grabbed its ears, and whispered, "Brother Ma, I'm leaving. If you really want to go back with me, you should be able to follow me, right? I still have to take my aunt to see a doctor. Once we enter the county town, you can't go in with me. If I can see you when I go home, it means we are destined to be together. If you are willing, I can take you home."

After talking a lot, Song Huiling felt that Xiao Ma would definitely be able to understand it.

She turned around and pushed He Zhan into the car: "Husband, let's go, otherwise Doctor Yu will close soon and we will be late."

The donkey cart set off again, and the pony followed for a while and then disappeared.

When they arrived in Qingyuan County, Song Huiling accompanied Xu Duanyang and his wife to find a doctor before the clinic closed, while He Zhan returned the donkey cart.

The door of the clinic had not been repaired yet. Doctor Yu was sitting at the consultation desk, about to close the clinic. When he stood up, he saw Song Huiling and two other people walking towards the clinic outside.

He sat back down, and when Song Huiling and his men came in, he said in a veiled tone, "You haven't done what you promised me to do to repair the door, and yet you've brought people to my house again. Madam He, you really should find a fortune teller to look at the Feng Shui of your family. Otherwise, why would you come to my clinic every few days?"

Song Huiling forced a smile with some helplessness: "Doctor Yu, my husband has already promised to come and fix the door for you when he is free. As for the "every three days and every two days" you said, it is too exaggerated. How can he run so frequently?"

Doctor Yu's tone was not very good, which made Xu Duanyang and his wife a little nervous.

Things are different now. The Prime Minister's Mansion is gone and they have no one to rely on. Now even an ordinary citizen can control them at will.

Mrs. Ding thought that if the doctor was difficult to get along with and was deliberately making things difficult for her, then it would be better not to treat the patient. As an aunt, she did not want to make things difficult for her niece.

Song Huiling has already figured out Doctor Yu's temperament. The old man is soft-hearted, but a little tough in words.

She pulled Ding to sit in front of the examination table and gave her a soothing look.

After Mrs. Ding sat down, Song Huiling made a gesture to Doctor Yu, "Doctor Yu, please help me take a look at what's wrong with my aunt's body."

Mrs. Ding placed her wrist on the pulse pillow, and Doctor Yu said no more. He took on the attitude of treating a patient, feeling her pulse and asking about her physical condition.

Ding told Doctor Yu about all the symptoms she had in recent time, including dizziness, drowsiness, and nausea. After taking the pulse of one hand, Doctor Yu asked Ding to change the other hand and continue taking the pulse.

The pulse diagnosis took too long, and Ding began to feel unsure.

Xu Duanyang had been waiting by the examination table, afraid of disturbing the doctor's treatment. He did not dare to say a word during the whole process while Ding took Ding's pulse.

But after a long time, he couldn't help but feel anxious. Just as he was about to ask the doctor about the situation, Doctor Yu suddenly looked at him and spoke before him: "Are you the patient's husband?"

"Ah..." Xu Duanyang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, Doctor Yu, is there anything wrong with my wife's health?"

Doctor Yu stroked his beard, and the next words almost petrified the three people present: "When was the last time you and your wife had sex?"

Song Huiling's eyes widened and she pursed her lips from time to time. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to escape immediately and did not dare to look at Xu Duanyang and Ding.

She acted calmly, but Ding's cheeks suddenly flushed red, her head dropped, and like a quail, she tugged at the corner of Xu Duanyang's clothes and said in a muffled voice, "You tell me yourself."

Worried that it would affect the diagnosis, Xu Duanyang dared not hide any questions from the doctor.

But his niece is here, so no matter how thick-skinned he is, he cannot talk about such private matters.

"I'm going outside to see if it's going to rain." Song Huiling made up an excuse and rushed out of the clinic.

After she left, although Xu Duanyang still found it difficult to speak, he still felt a little relieved and told the doctor the truth.

Song Huiling only hated that she didn't escape fast enough. It was a serious matter but she still heard words she shouldn't have heard.

Xu Duanyang's voice still faintly reached her ears: "The last time we had sex was yesterday..."

what! ! !

Song Huiling was devastated and screaming in her heart, why should she hear such a thing?

How could she look her uncle and aunt in the face from now on?

Xu Yanqing is two years older than her and is already nineteen years old this year.

Xu Duanyang and his wife are both in their forties this year. It is rare for a middle-aged couple to still be so affectionate.

Song Huiling walked out of the clinic and didn't dare to take a step back inside. He just waited outside obediently.