Marry the second man to be a princess after wearing a book

Shen Yang lay on the bed for two days before Aunt Zhao agreed to let him go for a walk in the yard.

The first thing Shen Yang did when he walked out of the room after not breathing fresh air for two days was to take a deep breath.

The maid who followed him was the one from yesterday, named Yingxiu. Instead of wearing the pink dress from yesterday, she changed into a plain dress, and the brilliance on her body also faded a little. Docile look.

The serving master was unconscious and dressed so delicately, but now Shen Yang changed back to the servant girl's clothes the next day after waking up.

Shen Yang glanced at her and then looked away. The early spring wind was cool, and the breeze brought the breath of green grass and soil.

There is a tree in the yard, the tree is full of new leaves, the green color is really beautiful, and the birds returning in spring stand on the top of the tree and cry.

Shen Yang suddenly lost his mind and thought of his closest relatives, which were not strictly related by blood.

He was an orphan who was picked up by his grandfather in the severe winter when the snow was falling heavily. From then on, he depended on each other for life. In Shen Yang's heart, his grandfather was his most important relative.

In his previous life, grandpa always stood in the yard and greeted Shen Yang, and told about the efficacy of drying herbs just like Shen Yang. When grandpa smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deep, and he seemed to be full of kindness under the sun.

"Third young master, it's cold outside, so it's not advisable to stand for too long."

The soft voice of the servant girl Yingxiu recalled Shen Yang's wandering thoughts.

A gust of cool wind blew, Shen Yang gathered his collar and turned back. After he returned to the room, he closed the door with his sleeves to make medicine. After Shen Yang sat down for a while, Aunt Zhao came, followed by the follow-up doctor doctor.

Out of the habit of his major, Shen Yang took a few extra glances after the doctor opened the small wooden box he carried with him.

After diagnosing the pulse, the doctor took up a pen and wrote down the medicine list, and instructed:

"The residual poison in Third Young Master Shen's body has already entered the meridian, hurting the root, it is very difficult to get rid of it and we can only rely on nourishment. In the future, Third Young Master Shen's body will be weaker than a normal man, and he will be more likely to get sick."

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she frowned anxiously and asked anxiously, "Is there no other way?"

The doctor shook his head hesitantly, he paused, and said tentatively:

"There is a folk remedy, igniting wormwood and roasting the acupuncture points, it may be able to remove the remaining poison in the body of Third Young Master Shen, if Third Young Master Shen is willing, I am willing to give it a try."

"How can those folk remedies be used on Yang'er! What if something goes wrong?" Aunt Zhao was still a little rational even though she was worried. She glanced at Shen Yang, who was still pale, and asked the doctor, grabbing the handkerchief, " Is there no other way?"

As a mother, how could Aunt Zhao be willing to make Shen Yang suffer? The residual poison stays in the body for a day, and the stone will press on her heart one day.

The doctor sighed regretfully: "Forgive me for not being good at learning."

Seeing that Aunt Zhao wanted to ask again, Shen Yang changed the topic aloud, "Please trouble the doctor."

The doctor understood how Aunt Zhao was worried about her son as a mother, and she was about to leave after packing up her things. Seeing Shen Yang comforting Aunt Zhao softly, and Aunt Zhao covering the reddened corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, the doctor couldn't help but mention another sentence.

"Master Shen, there is a chance that the imperial doctor in the palace can treat you." The doctor said this because the rumor that the third young master of Shen's family is about to marry into the palace has already spread in Beijing, so he has the courage to make this proposal. , "The imperial physician in the palace has inherited a unique healing technique, so there may be room for maneuver."

Hearing this, Shen Yang's mind was moved, and he asked a few more words, and after getting a good understanding, Shen Yang asked Aunt Zhao to send the doctor away.

When the room became quiet again, Shen Yang tapped his fingers on the table lightly. Hearing the words from the doctor's mouth, Shen Yang probably understood the medical level of the dynasty he lived in.

According to the records in the book, Shen Yang lived in an era of superficiality, with the imperial court title Dayu in control of the Eastern Continent.

Many details of Dayu are similar to ancient China. Because of the closed medical environment, Dayu's medical level is slightly behind.

The doctor said that the unique treatment method passed down by the imperial physician is Chinese acupuncture.

Knowing this, Shen Yang's heart was loosened. At least relying on the medical skills he learned from his grandfather and the advanced medical knowledge of this dynasty compared with what he learned in university, even if he leaves the capital, he still has the confidence to stand in this world.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, Ying Xiu came in with a medicinal soup and put it on the table, smelling the bitter smell of the medicinal soup, Shen Yang moved his nose, and he glanced at the brown medicinal soup in the bowl on the table.

"Leave it alone, I'll drink it later."

As a servant, Yingxiu could understand the expression on his master's face, and withdrew knowingly.

Not long after Yingxiu went out, Aunt Zhao returned to Shen Yang's yard, and Shen Yang noticed that some dust was stuck to the hem of her dress.

As soon as Aunt Zhao entered the door, she saw that Shen Yang hadn't taken the medicine yet, she thought it was bitter, and persuaded:

"Yang'er, the good medicine tastes bitter, for your own sake, drink up the medicine quickly."

But Shen Yang was uncharacteristically, frowning, and said seriously: "Mother, do you have someone you can trust?"

"What's the matter?" Aunt Zhao sensed something was wrong, her eyes quickly locked on the medicinal soup on the table, she turned around, glanced around and closed the door, and asked Shen Yang in a low voice.

"Is there a problem with the medicine?"

Shen Yang looked at Aunt Zhao who was full of worries. After all, she was the mother of this body. Shen Yang told the problem he found.

"There is an extra herbal medicine in the soup. Not only will it not be beneficial to drink it, but it will delay my body's recovery."

Hearing this, Aunt Zhao's complexion changed slightly, and her mood was tossed.

"Lanxi next to me is still recuperating, except for Lanxi..."

Lan Xi is Aunt Zhao's dowry girl, and she is loyal to Aunt Zhao and Shen Yang. The original owner was able to get the poison through Lan Xi's hands. Later, when the original owner was in a coma, Lan Xi was picked out by Mrs. Shen, and it was Aunt Zhao. Lan Xi's life was saved only by protecting her.

But Lan Xi was still severely punished, she was beaten 30 times with sticks, and she is still lying in bed to recover from her injuries, so Aunt Zhao came to Shen Yang's yard alone these few days.

In the memory of the original owner, Lan Xi was the nicest person besides Aunt Zhao, but now she is bedridden to recuperate from her injuries.

Perhaps it was the remaining feelings of the original owner, Shen Yang was stunned, with complicated emotions in his heart.

Aunt Zhao sighed: "Lan Xi has been worrying about you all this time, Yang Er, Lan Xi didn't blame you."

Shen Yang nodded, lowered his eyes, his expression was difficult to understand.

"Yang'er." Aunt Zhao asked, "How did you know there was an extra herb in the medicine soup?"

A woman's intuition is very keen, not to mention the original owner's mother, the original owner was detained in the yard, how did she know that the medicine she was drinking had an extra dose of medicine.

When Shen Yang heard this, he looked directly into Aunt Zhao's eyes, "I have read some medical books and taught myself some medical skills."

Aunt Zhao was dubious and didn't ask any more questions.

However, the matter of the medicinal soup had to be resolved as soon as possible. Shen Yang understood his current situation, so it was not appropriate to startle the snake.

Aunt Zhao left the yard after a while, and in the afternoon she ordered the servants to buy a few pots of uncommon wild flowers from farmers in the suburbs. After the flowers were delivered to the mansion the next day, Aunt Zhao sent someone to send a pot to Shen Yang's yard.

As soon as these potted flowers entered Shen's residence, they spread to Mrs. Shen's ears. Mrs. Shen stroked the Su brocade in her hand with an uncertain expression.

After the imperial decree was issued, the betrothal gift from Prince Bin's Mansion was brought into Shen's Mansion.

Even if you marry a man, you should have a lot of things, especially the plain brocade from Minzhou in the betrothal gift.

In Beijing, Minzhou Sujin even sold for a thousand dollars.

The betrothal gift of Prince Bin's Mansion is nine pieces of Sujin from Minzhou alone, not to mention other porcelain, antiques, jewelry and so on.

If Shen Yang received such a betrothal gift as a woman, I am afraid that the news in Beijing is not about Shen Yang's misery, but how lucky he is.

Mrs. Shen put down Su Jin, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

No matter how much the bride price is, the one to marry is a man.

How could a son of a concubine stand in the way of her son.

"Let him go, he will 'marry' and leave the mansion next month." Mrs. Shen said to her servants, and seemed to be talking to herself.

After the servant heard this, his spine felt chills, and he lowered his head deeply.

As time passed day by day, the Shen residence was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the door was full of joy.

Soon, the day of Shen Yang's marriage came.

The joy in the front yard continued, shaking the sky.

Compared with the front yard, Shen Yang's yard looked very deserted.

There is no precedent for Dayu marrying a male wife, so Shen Yang married into the palace as a woman.

"One comb to the end; two combs to raise eyebrows..."

In the mirror, Shen Yang lowered his head slightly, his white neck was exposed from the fiery red wedding gown, Aunt Zhao was combing his hair beside him, her hands were trembling slightly, Aunt Zhao was reciting a festive speech, her eyes But full of tears.

Shen Yang looked up at the person in the mirror, under the thin eyebrows was a pair of indifferent pupils like glass, a rosy glow swept across his cheeks on his fair skin, and his thin lips, which were smeared with red fat under the bridge of his nose, were gently pursed .

He combed a bridal bun, put on a dazzling array of jewelry, and put on a wedding dress.

Aunt Zhao, supported by her maid Lanxi, covered the boy with a hijab.

The matchmaker standing outside the door raised her voice:

"The sedan chair has arrived, the young master should come out."

Shen Yang stood up, but was caught by Aunt Zhao's hand, Shen Yang's body was slightly stiff, his sight was blocked by the hijab, and he could only see the land under his feet clearly.

Aunt Zhao seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. Shen Yang wore a bright red wedding dress and walked out of the room slowly accompanied by Aunt Zhao and Lan Xi.

The road under the feet is very long, as if there is no end in sight.

Under the hijab, a pair of men's boots appeared in Shen Yang's line of sight, blocking the way, and a familiar voice came from his ear, Shen Liang, the Second Young Master who had met before, sneered and said:

"Third brother, brother is here to see you off."

What kind of voice is that, every word contains sarcasm, every sentence reveals indifference.

Shen Yang was picked up by the owner of the men's boots, and Aunt Zhao was stopped and not allowed to follow.

After crossing a long threshold, the courtyard was calm and the sea was calm, and outside the courtyard was the sound of drums and music. At the moment when he was sent to the sedan chair, Shen Liang said to Shen Yang in a low voice:

"Don't embarrass the Shen family, even if you die, you will die in Prince Bin's Mansion."

Shen Yang listened, frowned and broke free from his hand, stepped into the sedan chair, and heard a faint laugh, which was ridicule.

The sedan chair shook for a while, and the sedan chair got up.

With the swaying of the sedan chair, Shen Yang quietly lifted a corner of the hijab, peeking at the bustling crowd outside through the tiny gap blown by the sedan chair curtain.

He was going to marry, as a man, to another man.