"It's better for my father to let the matter be examined first before we talk about it."
Xie Fengyue doesn't have the bodhisattva heart and single-circuit brain of his father. There are no exiles who don't work in the fields, have a separate room to rest, and even send a few people to supervise him. His father doesn't even look at him for corruption. The person who sinned is not worth it.
After the matter was settled, it was already night.
The group of people rushed back to Lingnan Mansion in the dark of night.
After placing Xie Rong in place and watching the soldiers tie Nanny Liu and Da Zhuang to the willow tree in the small courtyard, Xie Fengyue dragged her tired body and started to wash up.
Even though she was full of enthusiasm that day, she was also completely drained.
Originally, his mother had hidden all these things from his father, but his simple father actually believed everything.
Xie Fengyue is a little lucky that her father was no longer her inspiration when she was young.
Otherwise, she will be raised as a delicate girl and then married to the Wu Palace, where she will fight to the death with some young girls for a man's favor for a small space in the palace.
Xie Fengyue lay on the bed and stretched her body wildly. She enjoyed this moment of freedom immensely.
The next day, the sky turned white. She had treated the pistil last night and went to find the best doctor in the city at dawn.
Xie Fengyue finished her meal with porridge and side dishes, and Huarui took Dafa, who had already finished the consultation, to reply.
She thought her father would still have a noble character and would sleep until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.
The doctor sat on a small stool in the room, looked at the pulse table and said seriously: "Your Majesty has been worried too much, and has lost both Qi and blood. Due to the serious illness recently, the root cause of the disease has been laid. The body is severely depleted, and he has developed a chronic cough. There are already signs of tuberculosis." .”
Xie Fengyue twisted the veil without interrupting him.
"But the good thing is that his health is very good. Although he took the wrong medicine before, he will take good care of himself now and don't overwork him. He will definitely recover, but his body and bones will definitely not be as good as before."
Xie Fengyue breathed a sigh of relief. These doctors loved to say ugly things first, and her veil was almost torn into pieces.
The doctor wrote several more medicine orders, and after ordering the medicines that were in conflict with each other one by one, he received the reward and left.
Only then did Xie Fengyue get the chance to interrogate Nanny Liu and Da Zhuang who were tied up in the courtyard.
As soon as she left the door, she saw Xie Rong circling the willow tree, as if looking for the source of the rope, while Li Xiaobao was standing aside, anxious but not daring to stop him.
When he saw Xie Fengyue showing up, he quickly looked at her for help.
Xie Fengyue asked with a calm expression: "What is father doing?"
This sentence startled Xie Rong, who was looking for the knot seriously. He turned around stiffly: "Xiaoyue'er, have you gotten up so early now?"
Xie Fengyue didn't answer, just glanced at the blunt kitchen knife in his hand.
This small courtyard was rented in a hurry, and many things in the kitchen were left behind by the previous owner, including the kitchen knife in his hand.
"Father went to the kitchen early in the morning. Does he know that I miss the meals you cooked?"
Xie Fengyue didn't tell anyone, she just asked an ordinary question.
Xie Rong looked embarrassed. The kitchen knife in his hand was wrong in front of him, and it was wrong to put it behind him.
Seeing him like this, Xie Fengyue couldn't say anything more.
His father did not have the same bad habits as ordinary gentry. In the past few years, it was a common practice in Qian'an to keep prostitutes, and all the gentry families were proud of getting rich by fighting prostitutes. He loved his mother, so he naturally scorned these things. My father can be regarded as a rare clear figure in aristocratic families, but this clear figure also has his own shortcomings.
That is, he has a soft reputation.
In fact, it is not a problem to attach importance to reputation. Every aristocratic family values reputation, and there are ridiculous remarks that the head can be cut off and the blood can be shed, and the grace of the aristocratic family cannot be lost.
It can be seen from the fact that he was still wearing a long washed gray undershirt when he was in the thatched house. He would rather wear two different clothes than wear the short clothes and short shirts of the common people.
But Grandma Liu, who had been monitoring him for some time, also knew something about his soft ears.
Maybe it was because she howled a few times that her father rushed to find a knife to cut the rope to save her.
Seeing that Xie Fengyue didn't say anything for a long time, Xie Rong also plucked up the courage to speak: "Xiao Yue'er, these two people took good care of me back then. When I was seriously ill, they fed me medicine to wash me. Why don't you just take care of me?" For my sake, let them go.”
Xie Fengyue glanced at a few people and sat at the stone table next to them without saying a word.
After receiving no answer for a long time, Xie Rong's expression changed from slightly flattering to determined.
Ignoring Xie Fengyue's expression sinking little by little, he took the blunt knife and began to cut the rope at will. The knife made a muffled hitting sound on the willow tree.
Xie Fengyue's hand knocking on the stone table stopped and she said quietly: "Father, go back and rest first. I'm just a little confused and I need her two to help me solve my doubts."
Seeing that he hadn't moved, his expression was suspicious.
Xie Fengyue suddenly smiled: "Why doesn't father believe me? Is your little Yue'er the kind of murderous person?"
Xie Rong pondered for a moment and thought to himself, his daughter has been kind and smart since she was a child. When she was two or three years old, when she saw beggars on the roadside, she foolishly wanted to give them the golden lock of longevity around her neck, but she couldn't do what she wanted. The act of human life.
Then he smiled and said, "I'm overthinking it." After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room.
Xie Fengyue said, "After the doctor checked my father's pulse today, I always felt something was wrong. Huarui, you are familiar with the layout of the city, so take me to the city medical center to check the pulse."
Xie Rong glanced at Nanny Liu and Da Zhuang and wanted to open her mouth again.
Xie Fengyue was one step ahead of him: "I only have you, father, and I really don't want you to have any health problems again."
What she said was extremely sincere, and Xie Rong was also touched. He immediately threw away the knife in his hand and straightened his clothes: "I'll go to a few more houses so that you can feel at ease."
With the sound of the door opening and closing.
Only then did Xie Fengyue have some time to look at the two of them, Mother Liu, who had lost their support.
She did not rush to ask questions, but asked Zhe Zhi to make a pot of hot tea, and joked with her: "The difference between the north and the south is quite big, but it is a pity that there are few tea-making tools for sale in Lingnan."
Zhe Zhi covered his mouth and smiled: "If you want to drink, girl, I can find a stove and cook it for you."
Xie Fengyue supported her head with one hand and replied jokingly: "Then you can find a bigger stove for me, just big enough to cook one hand."
After saying that, his eyes drifted towards Aunt Liu.
"Mammy is from Lingnan? Do you know where there is such a stove in this city?"
Aunt Liu lowered her head and swallowed silently without answering.
Then, Xie Fengyue slowly took off the hairpin on her head, looked at the sharp hairpin tail, and said, "This hairpin is a bit thick, Zhizhi, bring your sewing box."