Chapter 17 The truth about infertility, tiger poison also eats seeds
Ji Qingwu has been frowning in thought.
Ji Qingrong saw her look like this, and tears filled her eyes when she thought that even the fifth sister who specialized in treating female infertility could not do anything.
"Maybe it's because I don't have children in my life."
The depressed atmosphere lingered in Ninghua Hall for a long time.
At lunch time, even though the table was filled with exquisite delicacies on porcelain plates, the two sisters still ate unpalatable.
A maid in blue clothes came in, gently carrying a bowl of soup, placed it in Ji Qingrong's hand, and said: "Madam, this is the black-bone chicken and lily soup that the madam asked the maid to bring to you. You should drink it while it’s hot.”
Ji Qingrong looked gloomy, but still cheered up. Response: "Zizhu, you're here, it's a little late today."
Zizhu is the eldest girl next to her mother-in-law. She lowered her head and replied respectfully: "It's all my fault for being delayed on the road. Madam, please forgive me."
Seeing Ji Qingwu staring straight at her soup bowl, Ji Qingrong explained.
"My mother-in-law worked hard to get me pregnant as soon as possible. This soup is so watery that I haven't stopped drinking it since I entered the house. I'm not used to it even if I don't drink this soup for a day."
Zizhu said: "The Madam is very concerned about Madam's health. Please drink this soup while it's hot."
Ji Qingwu looked at the soup in the bowl and his eyes darkened.
If you don’t drink for a day, you won’t get used to it?
It's hard not to wonder if something was added to the soup.
Ji Qingwu blinked his eyes and asked curiously: "Sister, can you share some of this soup with me so that I can try it too."
Zizhu's face changed when he heard this, and he raised his head nervously: "Madam, this soup"
Ji Qingrong pushed the porcelain bowl over without looking at her.
“Since mother said that this soup can replenish the body and nourish qi and blood, there is no harm in giving it to the fifth sister.”
The soup in the bowl is golden and milky white, with light oily flowers floating on the surface. , at first glance, it is the essence left after boiling for a long time, and the aroma is fragrant.
Ji Qingwu picked up the spoon and took a sip. His tongue was filled with the delicious taste of chicken soup, but after one sip, a trace of bitterness remained in his mouth.
"How does it taste?"
She squinted her eyes and praised with a smile: "This soup tastes great, and it is fried at just the right temperature."
Ji Qingrong also felt that this soup It tastes good, and my mother-in-law makes it every day and brings it here. This soup is filled with care and concern.
Then Ji Qingwu picked up the bowl and wanted to take another sip, but unexpectedly raised his wrist and "accidentally" spilled the soup on the maid next to him.
Zizhu hurriedly took a step back, but still did not escape. Her clothes were stained, and she yelled in confusion: "What are you doing!"
Zizhu is the powerful maid next to the madam, and the maids and servants all praise her. Even the second lady Feng Shuang was polite to her.
Although the person in front of her was the fifth young lady of the Ji family, she also looked down upon her in her heart.
She was lost when she was young. She had no upbringing from a wealthy family and her knowledge might not be as good as hers. She was still a widow. The disrespect in her heart was brought out by this bowl of soup.
Zizhu stared and wanted to scold him a few more words.
But he caught a glimpse of Ji Qingrong's sharp eyes.
One look told her what dignity was and what humility was.
Zizhu could only lower his head reluctantly: "My slave made a mistake."
After Ji Qingwu poured the soup, he didn't look at her and just said lightly: "I'm sorry. "
When Zizhu left, Ji Qing asked sullenly: "Fifth sister, why do you have trouble with this little maid?" Even though they had only been together for a few times, she knew in her heart that this sister was not the type to stir up trouble. .
Ji Qingwu sat up straight and said seriously: "Sister, you must never drink this soup again." After hearing what she said, Ji Qingrong paused for a while, then she reacted in shock and said: "This soup has Question, right?”
Ji Qingwu nodded and expressed his judgment.
“This soup also contains Diyu. This medicinal material can cool the blood and reduce fever, but long-term use will cause the body to become bitter and cold. For women, it is a powerful medicine that disperses yang energy.”
It turns out that there is medicine in the soup, and there is something wrong with the soup she has been drinking since entering the house.
Ji Qingrong's hands on the table were clenched tightly, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and her jade-colored face was pale.
It was her mother-in-law who didn’t want her to give birth to the child!
For so long, she has been blaming herself for her poor belly. What’s even more ridiculous is that her mother-in-law, Mrs. Cui, beat her everywhere because she failed to get pregnant.
She never thought it would be such a result!
Ji Qingrong smiled angrily, gritted her teeth and said: "The Madam is really a good tactic, but I can't figure it out. She is only the heir's legitimate son, how can she be willing to use this method? She really wants to see the Hou Mansion die. ? ”
Ji Qingwu couldn't understand this matter. As the saying goes, a tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds.
But in order to prevent her daughter-in-law from getting pregnant, the wife secretly added medicine to the soup. This behavior was really unbelievable in her eyes.
Seeing that Ji Qingrong was shaking with anger, Ji Qingwu put his hand on the eldest sister's hand on the table and shook it hard.
Softly advised: "Sister, don't worry, now that we have found the cause, we can treat it accordingly."
Ji Qingrong said with a pale face: "Is there any other treatment? ?”
"Of course." Ji Qingwu looked firm.
It was considered good news. Ji Qingrong looked at Wu Mei's quiet and gentle face, felt the strength and heat coming from her hands, and her heart calmed down.
Now that this matter has been found out and it is not her fault, she cannot suffer this hidden loss.
Ji Qingrong was thinking of countermeasures in his mind.
Her mother-in-law, Mrs. Cui, has a special status. She is not only Mrs. Hou, but also a close relative of the emperor. In the Zhongyong Hou Mansion, Mrs. Cui is also extremely powerful in front of the marquis and the old lady.
Even if she brought this matter up to the old lady, it would not be of much use.
With Cui's authority, she can just find a scapegoat in the kitchen and solve the problem.
What should we do?
At this time, Ji Qingwu asked, seemingly unintentionally: "Sister, I haven't met my brother-in-law yet. What kind of person is he?"
Ji Qingrong was stunned.
She thought about many people who could be used in the house, but she didn't think about her pillowcase, Lu Juan.
Ji Qingrong and Lu Juan can be considered a young couple. After getting married, there were times when they bickered and bumped into each other, but neither of them were impulsive people. The fights at the head of the bed were settled at the end of the bed.
In Lu Juan’s mind, which one is more important, her or Mrs. Cui?
She had the answer right away.
Because Lu Juan is a very protective person. She just had a few quarrels with her sister-in-law Lu Yun, but he was embarrassed for several days, not to mention that she was his own mother.
Ji Qingwu then asked: "Will brother-in-law handle this matter impartially?"
Looking at Ji Qingrong's shoulders that were getting slumped, Ji Qingwu knew the situation of his eldest sister in the Hou Mansion. .
Not only is the mother-in-law plotting against her, but her husband is also unreliable.
Before they even discussed the matter of Chou Yin Mao, outside the door, Xin'er loudly announced: "Meet Madam!"
My mother-in-law, Mrs. Cui, came to the door.
Ji Qingrong's eyes instantly showed fierce hatred.
(End of this chapter)