"Can't enter the palace? My daughter lost half her life, why can't I enter the palace?"
"Why was my daughter sent to a nunnery by the Holy Spirit? Now that something like this has happened, if I, as a mother, can no longer stand up for her, then she will have no choice but to die."
Mrs. Hu staggered and walked out of the yard.
Grandma sighed and had no choice but to chase after her and persuade her.
"Madam, I beg you to listen to me. When the master comes back, this matter will come to an end."
"Madam! Please calm down, I will not let the eldest lady suffer such humiliation."
"lady."
"Hu Yang, stop."
Opposite the two masters and servants, Master Sima Hu Jue, who was over sixty years old, walked slowly over with a gold-inlaid jade cane, his long beard half hanging down, and a solemn face.
"Father."
When Mrs. Hu saw Hu Jue, she stood stunned on the spot, tears instantly fell down, and she knelt on the ground with a plop.
"Father, please come to the palace and beg the Queen Mother, please beg the Emperor to bring Bingyu back."
As he spoke, he broke down in tears.
"Confused."
Da Sima's voice was deep and deep, and he thumped his crutches heavily, his face full of wrinkles and heartache.
"The matter of Bingyu is just a golden word from the Emperor. There is no reason to take it back."
"Go back, I have my own thoughts on this matter."
After being scolded, Mrs. Su stood up staggeringly. Her chest felt like cold water was pouring into it, she felt a chill, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably.
"Father, that is the daughter I gave birth to in my ten-month pregnancy! She is the daughter that the entire Sima family held in the palm of their hands and raised with care."
"When she left the capital, she suffered all the humiliation from the Ninth Prince and Luo Jiuli. Now, it's only been one night, just one night!"
"She's not married yet, she's not married yet, she's still an innocent girl, why, how come-"
Why were they ruined by bandits?
Thinking of the cause and effect of this incident, Mrs. Hu hated and hated the initiator of this incident.
"Father, it must be the Nine Kings, it must be Luo Jiuli, it must be them."
"They are unwilling to let Bingyu live, and they dare not take action against Bingyu in the capital."
"So, take revenge on Bingyu on her way out of Beijing--"
Da Sima banged his cane on the ground.
"What evidence do you have? Don't forget that the Nine Kings are princes. There is no evidence to slander the prince. Do you want the Sima Mansion to bury you with you?"
"Someone, take Hu Yang back home."
Lord Sima spoke, and immediately a nanny and a servant came forward to help Mrs. Hu return to the courtyard.
The news that Hu Bingyu was raped by bandits made the entire Da Sima Mansion seem to be shrouded in a cloud of sadness.
Equally gloomy are the aunt and niece of Changchun Palace.
Concubine Hu's almond-shaped eyes had turned into peaches from tears. The Queen Mother was also shocked and ordered the Marquis of Chongyang to immediately send people to arrest the bandits.
Even the emperor was stunned for a long time after hearing the news for the first time.
At this time, the emperor was visiting Mrs. Fengde in Ganquan Palace because she was unwell.
Mrs. Fengde's face turned blue and her cheeks were obviously thin. She was shocked when she heard the news while lying on the bed.
He struggled to get up and looked at the emperor.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the Queen Mother and Da Sima won't let this matter go."
"The Emperor had better send someone to deal with it as soon as possible. Only by suppressing the banditry can the people in the suburbs feel at ease and can give an explanation to the Sima Mansion."
"My godmother is absolutely right. I have already sent someone to deal with it."
The emperor nodded, but secretly thought that Hu Bingyu was also responsible for his own evil. He kidnapped Luo Jiuli, drugged him, and wanted to defile and humiliate Luo Jiuli as a beggar.
But in the end, she ended up being defiled and humiliated by others.
It really echoes the saying of heaven that reincarnation is easy.
Mrs. Fengde sighed.
She had already heard about Hu Bingyu's frame-up of Luo Jiuli.
She sympathized with Hu Bingyu's accident, but she didn't feel innocent.
It makes people shudder to think about an unmarried woman having such vicious thoughts.
"Godmother, you've been feeling unwell lately, so I'd better ask Luo Jiuli to come into the palace and give you a look."
"No, as we get older, minor illnesses and disasters are common."
Mrs. Fengde waved her hand to stop.
Something happened to Luo Jiuli several times before and after entering the palace, and she was still frightened.
"Besides, she also left medicine for me, which is extremely effective."
"only--"
Mrs. Fengde paused.
"I'm worried that the Queen Mother and Da Sima will frame this matter on Luo Jiuli. After all, she has a deep grudge with Hu Bingyu."
The emperor was surprised.
"Do you believe that Luo Jiuli did not do this?"
Mrs. Fengde nodded.
"That girl seems to be an upright person. She doesn't even bother to make small moves behind her back. What's more, if she really wants to take revenge, Hu Bingyu has never seen her as her opponent."
How could a disciple of the immortal doctor Ling Xuzi have no means?
Yes! The disciples of the immortal doctor Ling Xuzi naturally have some tricks.
However, no one knew that Luo Jiuli's ability was not to inherit the immortal doctor Ling Xuzi, but that was just an excuse given to her by the Nine Kings in front of others.
At this time, she was using her own unique 'method' to make a medicine introduction for Xiao Mingxuan.
"Master, the prince has really gone to the kitchen."
Nan Xing found it a bit incredible. The master just said that he wanted to eat the pastries made by the prince himself, so the prince rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to try it.
"Ok, I know."
Because she sent him away on purpose, how could she not know.
However, even she did not expect that Xiao Mingxuan would condescend to cook for her personally.
Luo Jiuli said while taking things out of the medicine box.
"Come and help."
She turned to look at Nan Xing.
Nan Xing stepped forward and looked at the neatly arranged strange things on the table that she had never seen before.
"Master, what is this?"
"Shh!"
Luo Jiuli smiled and made a gesture that prohibited him from speaking. He sat on a chair, pulled up his sleeves, revealing a section of his white and smooth arms, and then took the tourniquet and pressed it on the upper part of his arm.
"Tie the tourniquet on for me."
Nan Xing was even more confused, but she was not a talkative person. She frowned slightly and tied the tourniquet according to Luo Jiuli's instructions.
Luo Jiuli picked up the needle-proof venous blood collection needle with his other hand. The other end of the needle was connected to the blood bag. Under Nan Xing's shocked and puzzled eyes, he skillfully performed the venipuncture.
"Master, what is this?"
Even though Nan Xing had never seen these strange things again, he saw bright red blood flowing out of the transparent tube, and the blood slowly flowed along the tube into the transparent bag.
She then understood and understood what the master was doing.