Unknown Interest

"Oops! Someone tore down our courtyard door." Xiao Tao rushed into the courtyard holding a bundle of dry firewood.

He moved forward, bumped into the woman who was surrounding Jiang Ruiyun, swung her waist, and knocked her to the ground.

Hearing a scream, Jiang Ruiyun lay on the ground, rolled over with a gray face, and screamed in pain.

"What's going on again?"

A voice with a hint of impatience came, and Huaiyu stood by the door with some boredom.

He glanced at Jiang Ruiyun who was crying and said before she could speak.

"Second Miss, the older you get, the less discipline you have. Do you just ignore the Prime Minister's instructions?

He is reluctant to punish you, and he will not show mercy to your little wife.

I am also a person who is about to have haircuts. Can I grow some hair?

Look at your appearance, you have the nerve to say that you are the prime minister's daughter."

Dankou spoke with a contemptuous tone and did not raise his eyes to look at her when he spoke. He slightly tilted his head and rubbed his fingertips.

"And there are you idiots who follow you around every day without even trying to dissuade you. You fan the wind and light will-o'-the-wisps. Do you think the Prime Minister's monthly money is too hot to handle?"

The voice was not loud and the tone was not harsh, but it sent chills down one's spine.

After all, she is the mistress who holds the power of life and death in the prime minister's house, so how can they not be afraid of her.

"Still here! I'm waiting to receive the reward.

Take your lady back and remember to ask her to rinse her mouth. Don't you know that trouble will come from your mouth if you talk nonsense all day long?

If word of today's incident spreads, there will be at least a few more piles of rotten meat in the mass graves in the back mountains."

The women responded with a trembling "yes" in a soft voice.

Dragging the withered Jiang Ruiyun out of the small courtyard.

Huaiyu raised his palm and looked at the Dankou on his fingertips, feeling that the color was a bit dazzling.

"I have selected a few servant girls to serve you. Don't worry about Miss Lin. Just feel at ease."

He still had that lazy and world-weary look.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without giving Ruixue a straight face during the whole process.

Under the shade of the trees outside the courtyard wall, a handsome man in red flicked the leaves that had fallen on his shoulders.

It looked like he had been standing under the wall for a long time.

He showed a sly smile like a little fox, "Interesting, really interesting."

He held the medicine box on his waist and walked away.

After turning around a bush of flowers, a sweaty boy came forward anxiously.

"Doctor Song told me that it was easy to find me, why did you come here?

The Prime Minister's Mansion is deep and secluded, so don't go to the wrong place, it's better for the young one to see you off."

Song Shimiao smiled slightly, with a pear dimple on his lips.

"That's good, so as not to meet other masters in your house and ask questions I don't want to answer."

The boy nodded in response, "Dr. Song, please don't make any publicity about our father's illness."

Song Shimiao rubbed his fingers with some disdain.

"If you can't trust me, why did you invite me here?

Don’t worry~, after all, I’m paid, so I still have some medical ethics.”

The boy laughed with him, praised him again, and made an appointment to take him to the mansion for medical treatment in three days.

After twisting and turning, we came to a corner door.

The boy looked around to see if there was anyone in the back alley, then asked Song Shimiao to leave.

He closed the door and muttered: "If I had known that doctors make money like this, I should have studied medicine with the lame doctor in the village when I was young."

When Song Shimiao arrived at the Xiyuan of Prince Ning's Mansion, Zhao Fengnian was sitting in the pavilion blowing the wind with a wine cup.

The white gauze covering her eyes was held by slender fingers with distinct joints and fluttered in the wind.

The medicine box was placed heavily on the stone table.

Song Shimiao snatched the wine cup from Zhao Fengnian's hand.

"You don't want your life. I told you not to drink alcohol during the treatment."

Zhao Fengnian stretched out his legs and leaned comfortably against the fence.

"I know my own body, I don't need you to worry about it."

Song Shimiao resentfully took the white gauze in Zhao Fengnian's hand and covered his eyebrows that slanted into his temples and his deep, dark eyes.

"You know what the heck, it's just that there are too few people who worry about you, that's why you put your body in such a state.

If I can't heal you, it will ruin my reputation.

If you don't want to be blind, you'd better cooperate with me.

Otherwise, when Master comes back, you will have a good harvest."

Although the words are harsh, the movements are gentle, and the medicine and acupuncture are applied in one go.

After packing the medicine box, he sat down opposite Zhao Fengnian with a bit of naughty teasing.

"Guess whose house I just went to?"

"Not interested, I don't know."

Song Shimiao didn't care about Zhao Fengnian's look of "leave quickly" and started talking to himself.

"Your father-in-law, from the Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion. If you behave better, I will tell you a few secrets."

"If you don't want to hear it, shut up."

Song Shimiao came closer and asked coquettishly.

"You don't want to know about your fiancée being bullied by her own family and using your banner to scare others?"

Zhao Fengnian turned his head and said lazily: "Are you done? After you're done, leave quickly and don't disturb my peace."

"Hmph~! You are too ignorant.

That little lady is so lively and tight. Marrying someone like you is going to be a disaster for eight lifetimes.

It's a shame that she still spoke out to defend you, but you didn't care so much.

You're married, but you should be nice to others. Who wants to see your stinky face?"

Turning around, he saw that Zhao Fengnian seemed to be listening with his ears propped up, and he shook the broken hair from his forehead arrogantly.

"Hey, do you want to hear it now?

You want to hear it, but I won’t say it yet.”

He picked up the medicine box, grabbed the wine bottle on the stone table, raised his hand and threw it into the pond.

"You've been drinking and drinking all day long. You're almost soaked in the wine."

Hearing a pop, Zhao Feng laughed young.

"That wine pot was made by Master's own hands, so you threw it away like this."

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier? It could be sold for a lot of money in the market."

He rolled up his robe and made a show of jumping into the pond to fish.

Seeing the mud and rotten leaves in the pond, he retracted his feet.

"Forget it, when you are too poor to open the pot, ask Jingfeng to go fish it out in the pond."

After tidying up his appearance, he took off the purse from his waist and threw it into Zhao Fengnian's arms.

"You just came back and there is nothing in the house. This is the medical fee I earned today. I will use it for expenses first."

Zhao Fengnian did not refuse and flipped the purse in his hand.

"The title of Miracle Doctor with Ghost Hands only goes so far. You are too worthless."

The Song Dynasty danced miserably.

"If you think it's too little, just give it back to me. You, the Shura from the north, have to rely on my help to survive.

You still behave well when you get an advantage, no wonder Master said you have a crooked mind."

Zhao Fengnian put his purse into his arms, straightened his expression and asked.

"Is there any movement over there at Beique?"

When it came to business, Song Shimiao also straightened his expression.
To be continued...