Situ Qingqing, who has a Taoist father, is not afraid of people playing tricks, but hates people playing tricks behind his back.
Chen Qiaoxin made trouble for her on the curved bridge. She didn't believe that Yan Zhiru was not involved. She originally thought that if Yan Zhiru had regrets, she could still tolerate it. Now it seems that people's character has grown up, and the knife
Chopping with an ax can't change it.
Hearing this, Yan Zhiru's face turned ugly, she clenched her hands and pretended to be calm: "No need to say sarcastic words, the first person to suffer will definitely be you. Chen Guogong has always doted on Qiao Xin, his granddaughter, and he will not let her suffer any injustice.
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Situ Qingqing blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled brightly: "Would you like to make a bet? No one from Chen Guogong's residence will come to your door."
Yan Zhiru couldn't hide her suspicion, how could it be possible? She didn't believe it.
"The queen comes from Chen Guogong's palace. Unless that person doesn't want that position, they will only win over the prime minister's palace and help him ascend to the throne through his grandfather's persuasion." Situ Qingqing replied very confidently.
Dad said that one requires luck and the other requires strength. Only by borrowing the east wind can one sail. No matter how powerful a person is, without the help of important ministers, the boat will sink no matter how smoothly it sails. It is difficult to sail without wind.
Yan Zhiru was not stupid, and he soon realized that what Situ Qingqing said was correct, and the crown prince needed the help of the prime minister to ascend to the throne.
But she didn't want to admit that Situ Qingqing was telling the truth, and still put on a arrogant attitude: "You...you are so stubborn, and you want to expose it as if nothing happened if you hurt someone?" She just refused to admit defeat, even if it was just words.
She cannot lose the battle.
"Which eye of yours saw me harming someone? You knew better if you weren't there. Could it be that you and her had long conspired to frame me?"
If you have ghosts in your heart, you will be weak; if you are calm in your heart, you will be overbearing.
Yan Zhiru became angry with embarrassment and blushed: "You... are using strong words to make excuses! The clever maid can see clearly and cannot help you quibble."
"My own people cannot serve as witnesses. Fortunately, you are still a young lady from the Prime Minister's Palace. You don't know the laws of this dynasty. The relatives of the person involved in the case, from flesh and blood to maids and servants, are not allowed to testify."
Situ Qingqing has heard her father murmuring in her ears since she was a child. It is not a problem to memorize the whole text, let alone write it down.
Yan Zhiru glared at her angrily and said, "But no one can prove that you are innocent."
"I……"
"I can help her testify."
A handsome man wearing a black python robe embroidered with silver threads walked out of the crowd. He had a cold expression and horrifyingly deep eyes. He exuded a murderous aura, as if he had just returned from a Shura field.
"Prince Jingpinghou?"
"Look! It's Prince Ouyang. He's so good-looking."
"The handsome prince, it's a worthwhile trip to see him today. Help me quickly, I'm going to faint..."
The girls were whispering, half-covering their blushing cheeks with fans or brocade handkerchiefs.
"I happened to be on the other side of the lake at the time of the incident. I witnessed Miss Chen accidentally falling into the water after trying to push her away. However, I was unable to help in time because I was half a lake away. As for the third lady, I only believed one-sided words and did not verify them.
The practice of arbitrarily blaming others is really chilling, and the aggressive and unforgiving mentality is questionable."
Ouyang Sufeng didn't say a word of scolding, but he slapped him in the face every time. Everyone present was smart, and they understood the meaning of his words as soon as they heard it, which meant that Miss Yan was flawed, unworthy of women's ethics, and framed others for personal gain.
, if your character is defective, you are a sycophant.
"You..." Yan Zhiru blushed in embarrassment, feeling angry and resentful. She was about to defend herself again, but her back suddenly softened, she could not say anything, and she could hardly stand on her feet.
He would collapse to the ground.
Suddenly, a hand supported her to prevent her from being too embarrassed. She turned her head pretendingly, wanting to thank the person who helped her to show her good education, but she didn't expect that the person who helped her was...
…
"Situ Qingqing——" She gritted her teeth with hatred.
Situ Qingqing bent down to help her and whispered in her ear: "Do you think I am a little girl from the country who can be crushed by your help? Who are you? You are not qualified enough for me to touch you.
, I can solve you with just one finger..."
In the next three days, Yan Zhiru was like a dying old woman. She could not walk a step. She had to be fed, bathed, and held when going to the toilet. She even needed help turning over, and she died several times because it was too late.
Incontinent in bed…
"Grandpa, can I talk to you?"
Prime Minister Yan is practicing calligraphy in his study. His calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, and the silver-hook iron pen seems to be able to penetrate fine rice paper. Just like his person, he is upright and clear, showing the toughness and magnanimity of a civil servant and cannot be humiliated.
Everyone in the mansion knew that the study was a forbidden area, and even his three sons were not allowed to enter without permission. It was usually only left to his trusted cronies to take care of it and sort out correspondence, so as soon as he heard the voice, his expression immediately changed.
Became cold and harsh.
But when he raised his head and saw the figure outside the door who was wearing a lotus-colored gold silk dark-patterned short coat and six purple silk emerald-patterned skirts, he seemed to see his daughter who was as fragile as a purple orchid. Suddenly, his eyes became sore.
Crystal tears emerged.
Against the light, it seemed that she was his unlucky daughter, a pearl he had loved and cared for since she was a child. He was reluctant to give it to anyone, but she still left, flying to the place she longed for, and falling in love with her.
The time before her death must have been happy, because she raised the daughter she gave birth to so hard, and she could already foresee her future splendor at a young age.
"Grandpa." Situ Qingqing, who came in uninvited, stood beside the desk, holding a bowl of healthy red dates, longan and ginseng chicken soup in his hand.
When he came back to his senses, the sharpness on Prime Minister Yan's face immediately disappeared, replaced by a kind and kind face.
"Qingqing, do you have something to do with your grandfather?"
"Grandpa, drink the soup first, drink it warm to warm your stomach." She calmly served the chicken soup, her smile as beautiful as a flower in bloom.
He showed courtesy for nothing and was either an adulterer or a thief. He pretended not to appreciate it, but the smile in his eyes betrayed his love for his granddaughter.
"Tell me, if you have any difficulties, please ask your grandfather to help. If you are too pushy, my grandfather will not help."
As the New Year is approaching, Situ Qingqing, who rarely goes out anymore, specially goes to the temple with her recovered grandmother to fulfill her vows and fast for three days to pray for her family.
They stayed in the Zen room in the temple for three days. Except for Yan Zhiru, who was banned for three months, all the other girls went there. Although they were vegetarians, the sisters were very excited because they only went out a few times a year.
countable.
Yan Zhilan, the youngest, took her cousin Yan Zhihui to the back mountain to fly a kite. Unexpectedly, she bumped into Mrs. Liu, the minister of Dali Temple. She ran so fast that she couldn't stop and bumped head-on into the potbellied Mrs. Liu.
Mrs. Liu fell to the ground because her center of gravity was unstable, and she immediately became red.
The two sisters were so anxious that they cried and panicked. Fortunately, Yan Zhihui had a maid named Pei'er who thought in time that her cousin had medical skills. They asked another short maid who had short legs but was the fastest to report the news.
Situ Qingqing, who always carried the medicine basket with her, wasted no time and quickly asked Doumiao to take the medicine basket and rush to the back mountain. There was an extra maid named Douxiang beside her, who was given by Mrs. Yan. She also followed the young lady.
Behind him, he offered a hand.
As soon as he saw the condition of the pregnant woman, Situ Qingqing could tell that this elderly lady was going to give birth prematurely without checking her pulse. She only became pregnant when she was thirty-five years old. This child was very important to her and she would rather die.
It was her lifelong wish to give birth to a child.
It was difficult for the pregnant woman to move around, so Situ Qingqing had to ask Dou Xiang and Pei'er to go back to the temple and borrow mats and quilts from the monks. They spread the quilts on the straw mats to serve as a delivery room and gave birth in the open air.
However, Mrs. Liu had an abnormal fetal position and showed signs of dystocia. She went to the temple to offer incense to pray for peace and a smooth delivery, but she did not expect that she would not be able to escape.
Seeing that the situation was urgent, Situ Qingqing lifted up Mrs. Liu's clothes without saying a word, and quickly used the nine-turn needle technique on the swollen belly, forcing the fetus with its feet downwards to turn upside down. When the door opened, the six-pound and five-liang fat baby
The kid slides out.
Nine turns of continuous needles is not a unique skill, it refers to performing nine needles in two consecutive turns, which is a very difficult state to achieve.
There are only four slits in the five fingers of a human being. How to hold nine silver needles, and each needle must go to the right acupuncture point. If there is a deviation, it will be a life. Even the director of the Tai Hospital today can only use
Just seven stitches.
For more than ten years, no one has dared to try it because the risk is too great and no one has the ability to do it. For medical practitioners, only gods can do it.
After narrowly escaping from death, Mrs. Liu's life was saved. Afterwards, she was diagnosed again by the imperial doctor. She was a little scared because the imperial doctor said that she would not be able to give birth to the child at all, and she would not survive the stillbirth. One corpse and two lives were really too great.