After rebirth, I became a national teacher

When Censor Yuan returned to the carriage, Old Madam Yuan could see at a glance that he was worried. She was very worried and concerned about Mo Niang. Her good mood after having just recovered from her illness was almost gone.

Because there were outsiders present, many things were difficult to ask or say, and the couple were both relatively silent.

The outsider in the car, Doctor Zhou from Xinglintang, was like a mantis jumping up and down, scratching his ears and cheeks and unable to sit still.

Earlier, when he saw Old Madam Yuan walking out of the Cihang Temple by herself, he was really surprised.

You can't blame him for making a fuss, but this fact is really too bizarre.

Just now on the road, Madam Yuan's pulse was still very weak, and she had a fever and lost all consciousness. He felt that Madam Yuan might die at any time.

How come within less than an incense stick’s time after entering the Taoist temple, not only did he wake up, but he could also climb onto the carriage by himself!

He thought it was a last gasp at the time.

I quickly took his pulse and found that it was very strong, not like a dying person at all.

As time went by, he began to doubt whether he had taken the pulse incorrectly.

But no one suggested that he take another look, so he didn't dare to bring it up again.

After two hours of agony, it was already dawn when the carriage entered the Southern Capital City.

In the dim morning light, he looked at Old Madam Yuan's face again without caring about offending her.

Her lips and complexion were rosy, and her eyes were clearer. She looked not only healthier, but also more energetic.

If this is a last gasp of light, then the effect of this last gasp is too good.

"Madam Yuan, can I feel your pulse again?"

He couldn't help but make a shameless request.

The worried Madam Yuan finally came to her senses and smiled gratefully at him:

"Thank you, Doctor Zhou. I am completely well now. There is no need to trouble you any more. I will take you back to Xinglinchuntang later."

Doctor Zhou couldn't help but ask the question that he had been holding back for more than two hours:

"It's really healed? What on earth did that Taoist temple do to you that it has such a miraculous effect in such a short time?"

Hearing this, Censor Yuan and his wife looked serious, looked at each other, and then Old Madam Yuan spoke:

"This is a secret. If it is spread to outsiders, it will anger the gods. I hope Doctor Zhou will keep his mouth shut about what happened today."

This is becoming more and more mysterious.

Doctor Zhou's doubts were not only not answered, but became even bigger.

But how could he dare to forcefully question such a high-ranking official?

Since everyone has confessed, no matter how confused he is, he can only keep it to himself and keep his mouth shut about what he saw and heard today.

I silently told myself that these high-ranking officials might always have some channels that ordinary people can't access. If you are not at this level, there is no point in knowing them.

As soon as I returned to Xinglin Chuntang, I heard the shop assistant say that the grandson of the Minister of War also caught a cold yesterday, and the family had already sent away another doctor in the shop who was good at pediatrics.

Doctor Zhou immediately frowned in worry. The weather has turned cold recently and many people have caught colds.

In this regard, dignitaries and ordinary people are very equal.

Although they have fur coats, plenty of charcoal and rarely leave the house, their well-being makes them more susceptible to colds than ordinary people who often go out in the wind and rain.

It is more difficult for children to survive a cold than for the elderly.

I heard that the Shangshu Mansion has only one eldest grandson, who is the treasure of the whole mansion, and the Shangshu Mansion is the top dignitaries in the entire Southern Capital City.

I hope Dr. Wu doesn't cause any trouble for the store this time!

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After sending Doctor Zhou back to Xinglinchuntang, with no outsiders in the carriage, Old Madam Yuan immediately asked anxiously:

"Why did you send me to Cihang Temple? What did you promise the abbot to give you the elixir?"

After walking on the brink of life and death, she became more open-minded.

Life is short, and she shouldn't force her old man to do something he doesn't want to do.

His friends were killed before he could realize his ambitions, and he was exiled to the southern capital in disgrace. In fact, he was already very depressed.

Because of Mo Niang's marriage, she was really crazy and kept forcing him.

But in the end, no good fate was found for Mo Niang. Instead, the timid and cowardly Mo Niang suffered unimaginable torture and harm.

Censor Yuan was so excited by the abbot's words in the reception hall that he agreed to return to the court without hesitation.

But after leaving Cihang Temple, the cold wind blew and I returned from my ideal to reality.

His wife didn't want him to drag the whole family into risk again, but the decision he made on impulse just now would only make his wife return to the days of fear.

But he had just made a promise at Cihang Temple and owed the temple master such a big favor, so how could he go back on his word?

For a moment, he was caught in an unprecedented dilemma.

I thought about it for two hours on the road, but still couldn't find a suitable solution.

Now that his wife asked him about it, he could only tell her everything that had just happened in the reception hall, and then he was too guilty to dare look her in the eye.

Seeing him like this, how could Mrs. Yuan not know what he was thinking.

"You are not an impulsive person. You agreed to the master's request without hesitation, which shows that you have never given up on this idea."

Censor Yuan felt more and more guilty and dared not look at her.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have agreed without consulting you..."

Old Madam Yuan looked at her husband's silver hair and a look of distress flashed in her eyes.

His hair, which had previously been only gray, turned completely white overnight, which showed how worried he was about her condition.

Even though he took the elixir given by the temple master and felt much better, his white hair still could not be restored.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, revealing a gentle smile:

"Forget it. No one can tell how many years we can live. How can I let you spend the rest of your life in misery? Just do whatever you want to do. I will always support you as before."

Upon hearing such an answer, Censor Yuan was surprised, happy and guilty. The old man couldn't help but tear up.

"Madam, I...I..."

"Okay, okay, don't cry. I'm going to see Mo Niang right away. If she sees her grandfather's eyes red, she'll probably feel even sadder!"

Speaking of Mo Niang, the warmth and love that the couple had for each other was quietly hidden deep in their hearts, replaced by a deep hatred and anger towards the lady-in-law.

Ever since Mo Niang was brought to her side, Old Madam Yuan has always treated her like a treasure.

However, she did not expect that the marriage she had carefully selected would bring such great harm to Mo Niang without her knowledge, and even caused her to have a miscarriage.

She was already ill yesterday, and when she heard the news, she was so sad and angry that her body was put in danger.

Now, she would never be so impulsive.

If she really falls, who can protect Zhenniang like she does?

When thinking of his granddaughter, Censor Yuan's face was full of icy coldness.

"If we return to the court, we will most likely have to go to the capital. Before going to the capital, we must resolve the issue of Mo Niang's in-laws' family."

"Let's see what Mo Niang thinks first... Alas, she clearly didn't want to get married before, and it was my own decision that ruined her!"

Madam Yuan's eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt.