The concubine visited the imperial physician several times.

She couldn't reveal her loneliness and was not energetic at all.

On the contrary, Chang's family had to stay in bed before giving birth, but after giving birth, they became plump little by little.

It looks like a flower full of water, it is even more beautiful than before.

The Fourth Master recently went to Jinyu Pavilion and Nanyuan once.

In the southern courtyard, Geng Gege and Zhang Shi. The Fourth Master went there, of course Geng Gegena.

The concubine was feeling unwell and became more and more unable to get up. Madam Jiang was in charge of the backyard, but the iron bucket seemed to be stable.

In the main courtyard, Madam Yang asked the imperial physician anxiously: "Is there a way? Now that I have been like this, I don't feel relieved, so I can't do it."

The imperial physician sighed: "The Fourth Fujin can only raise her. She has just miscarried her. If she uses medicine to drain the lochia, it is not impossible. But the Fourth Fujin had bleeding before. If she uses medicine, what should I do if the Fourth Fujin asked her to bleed again? That's that."

That's deadly!

"But it's the same thing now that I keep going like this!" Madam Yang was also anxious.

I am afraid that there is no more concern for the concubine in the entire mansion than her.

"This minister goes back and think about it and discuss a safe way." The imperial physician flickered a little.

Of course, this has not been good now. But if the medicine is severe, it will be fatal at that time.

He is just an imperial physician, not a miracle doctor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Madam Yang, handing over a purse.

When the imperial physician left the mansion and got on the carriage, he found that there was actually a piece of gold in his purse.

Fifty taels of gold.

The imperial physician sighed, "If he really cares about it, he wouldn't be kind."

Let’s go back and study the prescription. Alas, it’s really difficult.

Madam Yang sent the imperial physician away and went into the house to see the concubine.

It was only a few days ago that Fu Jin was still so thin, but his face was also pale and his hair was dry.

It's like he's getting older ten years old.

"Madam Yang, do you think I'm not going to be able to do it?" asked Fujin.

Her eyes became turbid. A trace of spiritual energy disappeared.

Madam Yang knelt down in pain and said, "What are these words? It's just a miscarriage, not a big deal. It's just that the imperial doctor is not responsible. Let's go out to find a famous doctor!"

"I also think I won't die." Fojin smiled, but he smiled extremely ugly.

"You said if I die now, what will I do in this life? If my family fails, Ama will die, and each of my brothers is worse than the other. I have no children and I don't have the master's love for me for this life. What will I do in this life?" Fujin's voice was very soft.

"Master! If you want to be more open, your child will have something in the future. Even if you don't have a child yourself, there will always be something. If you can't think too well, your life will be in vain." Madam Yang cried and persuaded.

"Okay, mama, don't cry. I'm fine, I'm open-minded. But if I keep doing this, I can't serve my master in the future, right?" asked Fujin.

Although she didn't hear the imperial physician's words that day, she knew that she would definitely not be able to give birth in the future.

"The imperial physician means that you can't serve you within a year, but in just one year, you will be well and you won't be able to make a fuss in the backyard." Madam Yang forced herself to be energetic.

The concubine nodded and closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

She really doesn't have the strength.

The next day, the concubine's mother asked someone to send a letter.

After seeing this, the concubine asked Madam Yang to invite the imperial physician.

The imperial physician collected the gold and was quite dedicated. He brought the prescription today.

Seeing that he was sincere, the concubine didn't say much and asked someone to decoct the medicine.

After drinking it for only three days, I felt that lochia was much less. It really worked.

The concubine has a particularly resolute personality, and she can hold on in her mood and her body has improved a lot.

At least, you can eat a bowl of porridge in one meal.

Madam Yang was so happy that she didn't know what to say: "When my master is ready, go to the temple to enjoy incense sticks! Bless my master and be safe and smooth from now on."

The concubine smiled. Her hands were covered with blood. Is it useful to ask the Buddha?

However, she did not ask for anything, but also asked for her child who died early and the unborn child.

Please Buddha, and ask them to be born in a good family in the next life.

Don't suffer.

Ye Zao counted on his fingers and Ye Feng was finished with the exam.

On the evening of August 14th, there were more people waiting outside the Gongyuan than the sixth day of the lunar month.

It is bustling and very lively.

Feng Tianyun was still waiting with his two sons and the servants and servants of the Ye family. As soon as the door of the tribute courtyard opened, he found the old man as soon as he set up and went back to his house.

When the time came, as soon as the door opened, a group of people with yellow faces, ragged clothes and disheveled hair came out.

It is the scholars of this generation.

Although they are now like beggars, half of them are juren.

There are also some who want to pass the Jinshi exam and become officials.

There are also a few who may be rank-level officials in the future or may be extremely powerful officials.

However, most of the scholars who failed the exam may regroup and come back three years later.

Perhaps, I will stop being fame with the scholar from now on.

The servant of the Ye family saw Ye Feng with sharp eyes, and went over to hold it and sent it to the carriage. A servant stuffed the cut ginseng into Ye Feng's mouth.

When Ye Feng saw his uncle and cousins, he nodded and smiled bitterly and leaned on the servant.

Feng Tianyun followed them to the carriage with a burst of laughter.

"Uncle, my nephew is really powerless and rude." Ye Feng's face was not bloody, he looked so tired.

These nine days, I was so stuffy that I was in a room as big as a palm, and I was eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

I also have to rack my brains to write articles. I can't sleep well at night and breathe well during the day.

It's so uncomfortable.

Not to mention the quality of the article, it is a fatal thing to just talk about the environment like this.

"Okay, okay, uncle knows, go back first. Uncle will go back with you." The Feng family's carriage was also there, and the servants of the Ye family took Ye Feng away first.

After returning to Ye’s house, after washing up, he had a full meal, and then he didn’t bother to talk much and went to bed quickly.

Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will have enough sleep when I say anything.

Jueluo came out to pay his respects. Although Feng Tianyun was his uncle, he was also a man, so he felt a little embarrassed.

"The big grandma works hard at home and takes care of her own body. When she is young, she will not be able to make up for her body if she loses her life." Feng Tianyun attaches great importance to her nephew's wife.

Since she entered the door, it was excellent to both the top and the bottom.

He is a virtuous wife.

He is not as arrogant as a man of a man, but he is better than a Han girl.

He is generous and sensible, and sincerely contributes to the Ye family.

On the nine days, the eldest brother was working hard and she also lost weight.

"Yes, cousin's wife, look at you being thin. When I go back, I will ask my mother to bring you some bird's nests for cousin's wife. My mother often says that women need to be raised, so don't be too busy." Feng Lao Er was younger and spoke directly.

Seeing that Luo's face turned red, he said, "It's okay." But Feng Tianyun immediately asked the second brother to go back to get it, which made him even more blushing."
Chapter completed!