In the attic, Fu Rou just came out of the water, wrapped in a brown bath towel, raised her arms and sniffed vigorously several times, and then her already ugly face turned even more livid.
And taste!
She hadn't left the yard for several days. She bathed in the attic over and over every day, but the smell just couldn't be washed away.
Previously, she could barely cover it up with some strong-smelling balm.
But now, the balm can't cover up the smell.
And as she bathed again and again, those smells seemed to disperse into the water and transpired into the house. The whole house was filled with that smell.
Every time Fu Rou asked about the smell, the maid Qiu Tang's eyes kept evading.
How can a woman be seen by others if she is so stinky that even the maids around her avoid her?!
Fu Rou wanted to scream angrily.
"Fourth Young Master!"
The maid's voice sounded outside: "Miss Rourou is here, taking a bath."
"Then I'll wait." Yun Zimo said this and stood in the yard as expected.
At this time, the stinky smell was already emanating from the yard.
Yun Zimo frowned and held his breath subconsciously. The smell was too unpleasant, even more... disgusting than the smell of blood on the battlefield.
In the room, Fu Rou quickly changed her clothes and ran from inside to the courtyard, her face full of tears: "Brother - please help me, if this smell doesn't go away, I won't be able to survive, brother..."
Yun Zimo said quickly: "I have sent someone to a famous doctor in Suzhou. He will arrive in the afternoon. If you see the doctor more, he will definitely be able to help you get rid of the smell."
Fu Rou cried: "So many famous doctors can't cure me, brother, can you think of another way?"
"Hurry up, don't hurry up, don't cry!" Yun Zimo felt sorry for her when he saw her crying. He hurriedly said: "Well, that's good. I'll go and beg my elder brother and ask him to help tell Ming Wuyou."
If you say good things, we'll find Ming Wuyou to treat her."
Fu Rou was thinking the same thing in her heart, but she had a troubled look on her face: "The eldest young master doesn't seem to like me very much. If I ask him, will he help me?"
"Don't be afraid."
Yun Zimo comforted him: "It's not that the eldest brother doesn't like you, he just... has that kind of temperament, and hasn't Wen Po arrived yet? Your identity has not been completely confirmed, so the eldest brother is a little cold -"
"Actually, he still cares about you very much. He will ask me about you every day!" Yun Zimo opened his eyes and lied, comforting her, and then said: "Don't worry, big brother won't ignore you, be good."
Wait for me, I'll be right back!"
Yun Zimo ran out like a gust of wind.
After Fu Rou entered the house, tears were still hanging on her face, but there was no sadness in her eyes anymore, but deep disgust and anger.
Qiu Tang whispered: "Miss, please be considerate. The Fourth Young Master will definitely be able to think of a way and ask the eldest lady to help you see a doctor."
"He's just an idiot!" Fu Rou cursed unceremoniously, "I told him earlier that I asked him to help me find Ming Wuyou, but he refused to go and insisted on finding so many other doctors!"
"Those doctors are all quacks. If they can't cure my disease, they will spread the word about my disease to the outside world. It will spread everywhere. I am a girl. If this... thing spreads all over my body, I will
How can I meet people in the future?"
Qiu Tang didn't dare to speak.
Fu Rou gritted her teeth and said, "And he just said that the eldest son asked me about it? When did he ask about me?"
Fu Rou herself knew how indifferent Yun Ziheng was towards her.
And just now Yun Zimo also mentioned Wen Po.
This made Fu Rou very sad.
Wen Po was concerned with acknowledging relatives, which made her think of a token. Now she still lacks a token. She doesn't know anything, and she still ends up like this!
Fu Rou was in a terrible mood and didn't know why things had developed to this point.
Wasn't it well planned at the beginning?
As a result, once Fu Mingting was imprisoned, everything was in chaos.
…
Yun Zimo went to see Yun Ziheng.
Yun Ziheng said indifferently: "Be direct, what do you want from me?"
"What did the elder brother say? I was just thinking that Ming Wuyou was injured in the past few days and did not help the elder brother with acupuncture and moxibustion to treat his eyes. So, I am concerned about the situation of the elder brother!" Yun Zimo said with a smile: "Brother
, how are your eyes?"
Yun Ziheng smiled lightly: "So you are here to care about me? My eyes are still the same, but I am very tired today and want to rest. Please step back."
"..."
Yun Zimo froze, unable to retreat.
He quickly walked up to Yun Ziheng and said, "Brother, can I ask you one thing? The last thing!"
Yun Ziheng looked at him slowly: "What?"
"Brother!" Yun Zimo said anxiously: "You also know that something happened to Rourou. She is... very uncomfortable now, but famous doctors in Jiangzhou and nearby have been invited, and they are helpless."
"Foxtail grass was originally invented by Ming Wuyou. I think Ming Wuyou must have a solution, right?"
"Eldest brother and Ming Wuyou finally have a little bit of friendship. Can you put in a good word for me and ask her to help Rourou!"
"oh?"
Yun Ziheng raised his eyebrows slowly: "How did you know that I have some friendship with Ming Wuyou?"
Yun Zimo was anxious to death: "She is very polite to you!"
Yun Ziheng said: "Maybe it's because I was polite to her, so she was polite to me, and you were rude to her, so she was rude to you."
Yun Zimo was speechless. When he was rude to Ming Wuyou, it was because Ming Wuyou was too much towards Rou Rou.
But it doesn't make much sense to argue this now.
Yun Zimo said sincerely: "Brother, brother, please help me. Just because I have been sensible and obedient these years. By the way, I helped my brother block the sword in the battlefield two years ago. Brother, please help me."
You’re gone!”
"..."
Yun Ziheng was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Zimo, if Fu Rou is not a bloodline of our Yun family, what will you do?"
"She has a token and a witness, she is the one!"
Yun Zimo frowned and looked at his elder brother: "Why did you suddenly say that? Brother, you can't deny her identity even if you don't like her!"
Yun Ziheng said in a deep voice: "She only has one token. The witness she called was Fu Mingting, who was involved in the corruption case. The witness is not trustworthy. Moreover, I have found another token in the hands of another woman.
.”
Yun Zimo looked at Yun Ziheng in astonishment: "Whose hands is it?!"
Yun Ziheng didn't say it directly, he just said: "Fu Rou's life experience is very strange, don't be confused by her."
"Okay, okay!" Yun Zimo was thinking about Fu Rou's stench, so he just took it as what Yun Ziheng said casually and didn't care. He urged: "Brother, please help me. I blocked the sword for you that time.
But after lying there for more than a month, I almost lost my life!"
"If you don't care about anything else, just for this matter, can you help me once?!"