After returning to Wuyou Pavilion, Ming Wuyou climbed onto the bed and continued to sleep.
However, less than half an hour later, she suddenly sat up and slowly held the jade boat pendant in front of her with her delicate white hands, feeling slightly absent-minded.
She had a dream.
In the dream, Murong Yu held the pendant, hung it on her neck with his own hands, and said to her warmly: "Your Ming family is in the boating business. You must really like to sit on a boat and walk on the river, right?"
"There aren't many water veins in Beijing, and you haven't seen a ship for a long time. Tomorrow, the navy formed by the Ministry of War will stop at the pier on the outskirts of Beijing. Can I take you to see it together?"
She raised her eyes indifferently at that time, and she did the same thing now - holding the jade ship pendant around her neck, she pulled it off with all her strength, threw it on the glazed stone floor, and smashed it to pieces.
It even left a deep bruise on his neck.
She looked at him expressionlessly: "Get out."
Murong Yu was already accustomed to her attitude. The expression on his cold face did not change at all, and he said softly: "It's getting late, go to bed early."
He asked his maid to clean up the debris.
Later, she saw him sitting under the lantern of the Glazed Palace, glueing the pieces carefully, trying to glue them all together.
But how can broken jade be sticky?
Even after it's glued, there are still marks everywhere.
He leaned back on the chair exhausted, with a smile on his face, but his expression was bitter, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.
Even as Ming Wuyou watched, there was a dull pain in his heart.
But she couldn't forgive someone who took away her innocence and separated her from her grandfather.
In their previous lives, they were destined to torture each other when they met at the Jiangzhou villa.
"Miss?" Caiyue heard the voice coming in and asked in a low voice: "Can't you sleep?"
"Um."
Ming Wuyou responded in a low voice and asked, "What time is it?"
"It's five o'clock."
"oh."
Ming Wuyou lowered his eyes: "Then you go and rest for a while, and I will sleep for a while."
She lay down.
Seeing that she was worried, Caiyue didn't dare to ask any more questions and quietly left.
But Ming Wuyou couldn't sleep anymore. She thought about what happened in the past few days and how to deal with Fu Rou until dawn.
…
After washing up, Ming Wuyou went to see the old man with breakfast as usual.
Mr. Ming looks a little worried today.
After breakfast, the old man said hesitantly: "Wouyou'er, last night... Grandpa seemed to hear some noises."
"Someone came to seek medical treatment." Ming Wuyou didn't hide anything.
There was so much noise last night that it was impossible to hide it.
She poured a cup of warm tea for her grandfather and said softly: "A young man from the capital named Yun came with Fu Rou and said that she had fainted."
Mr. Ming's gray eyebrows wrinkled, "She...what happened?"
"It's a small problem." Ming Wuyou said warmly, "I've read that it will be fine with a little medicine."
"The young master who sent her here seems to have a high status. From what they said, it seems that... Fu Rou has another identity."
"She is Mr. Yun's biological sister. Now she has lived in Mr. Yun's home."
Mr. Ming was silent for a long time, "That's okay, then someone will take care of her from now on."
Thinking that just a few days after he asked her to go to another hospital, she found a relative to live with him so quickly, Mr. Ming felt uncomfortable.
"I must have made a mistake after all." Mr. Ming stroked his beard and smiled feebly: "If she hadn't been planning secretly, how could she have found any relatives so quickly?"
"I'm afraid that relative's branches are higher than those of our Ming family, right?"
Ming Wuyou squatted in front of the old man's knees, "Grandpa, Wuyou'er will always be with you."
"Um."
Mr. Ming rubbed her hair.
Ming Wuyou lowered his head, knowing that this time, his grandfather had completely given up on Fu Rou.
This was also the reason why she allowed Fu Rou to find the Yun family and break into the house.
Grandpa has loved Fu Rou for eight years, and he has loved her sincerely. How can he say that he can really let go if he just lets go?
Only if Grandpa can see clearly what kind of person Fu Rou is can he be completely cut off.
Only by clearing your mind will you not be soft-hearted if anything happens in the future.
Ming Wuyou stayed with the old man all morning and had lunch together before going back.
As soon as he entered Wuyou Pavilion, he asked, "Did Mr. Yun send someone again?"
"No." Caiyue shook her head, "I must be looking for foxtail grass. Miss, what kind of medicine is foxtail grass? I have been practicing medicine with the lady for many years, but why have I never heard of this herb?"
"Foxtail medicine is not commonly used, it is not expensive, and it is not sold in ordinary pharmacies."
"Oh." Caiyue nodded and asked, "Where can I find it?"
"Jade Mountain on the outskirts of the city." Ming Wuyou smiled, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go to Baishan Hall first and take a look at the 'Rourou' sister."
…
Half an hour later, Ming Wuyou appeared at Baishan Hall.
There are three doctors who treat patients in Baishan Hall. They were all recruited by Ming Wuyou himself. Their medical skills and character are absolutely trustworthy.
It's afternoon now, when there are the most patients, and everyone is busy.
Ming Wuyou entered the back hall and asked, "Where are the people?"
Li Xinglin, the shopkeeper of Baishan Hall, stepped forward and said, "I'm in the back yard. I woke up just now and the pain is severe. The maid and subordinates left by Young Master Yun were going to find the young lady, but I stopped them."
"Um."
Ming Wuyou nodded, and when he entered the courtyard, he heard Fu Rou's weak screams coming from inside.
There were four guards and two maids standing in the yard, and their expressions were not very good.
When he saw Ming Wuyou, he immediately rushed towards him: "Miss Ming——"
"I'll go in and take a look." Ming Wuyou said.
Several people immediately gave way without daring to waste her time.
Squeak.
Ming Wuyou stepped in.
Fu Rou and her personal maid Qiu Tang were the only ones in the house.
Qiu Tang felt guilty and did not dare to see Ming Wuyou.
Ming Wuyou didn't even look at her, he walked straight in front of Fu Rou's bed and asked with a smile, "How's it going?"
Her expression and attitude were like treating a patient.
Fu Rou's face was covered with sweat in pain, and she blurted out: "Sister, sister, please help me, I'm in so much pain...sister..."
"Where does it hurt?"
"Chest...chest..."
Ming Wuyou nodded, sat beside the bed, and touched her with his hand, "Here?"
"Is it still here?" Ming Wuyou changed his position, "Or...here? This area on the chest is quite large, and what you said is too unclear."
Fu Rou took a breath.
Ming Wuyou's blow was like a knife, and Fu Rou's face twisted in pain.
"Sister..." Fu Rou begged, "Don't, don't touch... I feel pain on both sides."
"But if I don't touch it, how can I diagnose it?" Ming Wuyou looked at her condescendingly, his eyes as cold as ice, and he clicked on several acupuncture points with an expressionless face.