Mrs. General, don't go

Chapter 30

As Jiang Jiao said, she took two steps forward and walked up to Jiang Wanru: "Looking at it now, although your mother is a bit shameless, at least her brain is better than the two of you sisters! It's just about following the wind and avoiding disadvantages. One point is that you and your sister who is as stupid as you will never be able to catch up in this life! Even a young lady can go all out and climb high again! It's admirable! You two should learn from it!"

Jiang Jiao paused word by word, and took another step forward with an imposing manner, her toes almost facing Jiang Wanru's toes.

Jiang Jiao, who is taller than Jiang Wanru by nearly half a head, lowered her eyes, looked at the face of a bereaved dog in front of her, lowered her voice, and said imposingly: "Today is fine, and next time I don't mind giving you another place to live. ! I will do what I say!"

Jiang Jiao, who suddenly pulled the hairpin in Jiang Wanru's hand to his hand, slowly raised the hairpin in his hand, and rushed towards Jiang Wanru's face quickly and ruthlessly.

Looking at the hairpin that was getting closer and closer to his face, Jiang Wanru was so frightened that he was trembling all over, and even forgot to breathe.

He stared at the hairpin in Jiang Jiao's hand in horror, fearing that the hairpin might land on his face the next moment!
"Afraid?"

Jiang Jiao, who was smiling like a flower, asked softly.

The sharp end of the hairpin was almost attached to the junction of Jiang Wanru's left eye end and brow bone.

Jiang Wanru even felt the coldness of the hairpin.

He gulped down his saliva, his heart beat into his throat, and his face turned pale!
Suddenly, Jiang Jiao's wrist shook!
Jiang Wanru couldn't hold on anymore, her knees gave way and she knelt on the ground.

The hairpin Jiang Jiao held was inserted contemptuously into Jiang Wanru's bun.

"Remember, there will be no next time!"

Jiang Jiao patted Jiang Wanru's shoulder, and walked towards the pharmacy with green leaves and red flowers.

Just two steps away, there was a "boom" from behind!
When the two turned their heads, they saw Jiang Wanru fainted on the ground.

"Let's go!"

Jiang Jiao was in the pharmacy, and after not sitting for a while, Mrs. Zhao hurried to the pharmacy in a sedan chair.

Entering the pharmacy, she dragged Jiang Jiao to leave.

"Please come with me! Madam Ning!"

Jiang Jiao, who was not very familiar with Mrs. Zhao, pressed Mrs. Zhao's hand: "Is the man in the house sick?"

Mrs. Zhao hesitated, her son Zhao Yan's words that she was not allowed to go out of the house to see a doctor echoed in her ears.

"If it's not convenient to say it, then don't say it!"

Seeing Mrs. Zhao's expression, Jiang Jiao thought for a while: "If it's convenient, please tell me, so that I know what medicine to bring? Otherwise, walking back and forth will waste time!"

Mrs. Zhao was silent for a long time, before uttering two words with difficulty: "Sword wound!"

"Sword wound?"

Jiang Jiao frowned and asked.

Madam Zhao nodded solemnly.

"Then wait a minute! I'll get the medicine box! Get some more medicine!"

Jiang Jiao walked to the medicine cabinet, picked out a few items, and put them in the medicine box: "Let's go!"

Follow Mrs. Zhao into her carriage.

Along the way, Mrs. Zhao's hesitant attitude several times made Jiang Jiao feel suspicious.

A sword wound, as for her being so preoccupied, it is difficult to open her mouth?
Wait until the Zhao Mansion.

Instead of going through the front door, the carriage circled around and entered the backyard directly through the back door.

After getting off the carriage, Mrs. Zhao led Jiang Jiao and Lu Ye through a bamboo forest.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, I stood in front of several bamboo houses surrounded by a short fence.

Mrs. Zhao took a deep breath, pushed open the bamboo door, and led the two of them inside.

Haven't made it to the porch yet.

A deep but weak voice came from the room: "Mother, take him away! I won't watch!"

Hearing that voice, Mrs. Zhao's tears flowed down with a flick of a brush.

She resisted, took out the towel, and pressed the corners of her eyes!

"Yan'er, I beg you, mother, please, please show Madam Ning!"

Jiang Jiao stood there silently!

No one in the room made a sound.

"Yan'er, can Madam Ning show you?"

Holding back tears, Mrs. Zhao, whose eyes were red, tried her best to hold back her tears and begged in a low voice.

The people in the room remained silent.

There was a stalemate for a while.

Jiang Jiao looked at Mrs. Zhao: "Why don't I go back first!"

It depends on whether the situation has already been dealt with, and it is not yet life-threatening, or the critical period has passed.

"and many more!"

Mrs. Zhao took Jiang Jiao's hand and closed her eyes: "Yan'er, mother won't ask you anything in this life, just this once, okay? Let Mrs. Ning show you!"

The response to Mrs. Zhao and Jiang Jiao was still silence.

After about a cup of tea.

Jiang Jiao spoke again: "Why don't I go back first, and Mrs. Zhao will discuss it with Young Master Ling! I can come over anytime!"

Mrs. Zhao looked at the room, then at Jiang Jiao, and let go of her hand little by little helplessly and unwillingly.

Jiang Jiao brought red flowers and green leaves, but hadn't reached the gate of the courtyard yet.

"My lord, my lord! Ma'am, my lord has passed out!"

In the room, the voice of the boy shouting anxiously came.

Mrs. Zhao chased after her and pulled Jiang Jiao: "Please go in and have a look! Mrs. Ning!"

Jiang Jiao nodded, and Mrs. Zhao took small steps to run up the steps, pushed the door open and entered.

Go into the room on the right.
Faced with an air mingled with the smell of blood, rushing toward his face.

A young man in green clothes stood there anxiously with a flustered expression.

On the bamboo couch by the window, a young man wearing a white tunic and a brocade quilt, with a face like gold paper, was lying there.

Breath slightly.

Jiang Jiao walked over in two steps and grabbed his hand that was outside the quilt.

"Mrs. Zhao, where is his injury! "

Jiang Jiao didn't expect that the man in front of him had the sword wound in that place, and suddenly understood why he refused her to see him just now, and also understood the meaning of Mrs. Zhao's hesitant to speak when she came to her.

Jiang Jiao, who was squatting there, looked back at Mrs. Zhao!
Mrs. Zhao nodded with a serious expression.

Jiang Jiao, who had finished her pulse, raised her hand and uncovered the quilt.

Looking down from his chest, he saw that his lower abdomen was wrapped with gauze that was still oozing blood!
"The doctor said Yan'er was him"

Mrs. Zhao, who couldn't continue talking, couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

Thinking back to what the doctor said earlier that her Yan'er would never be able to marry a wife and have children in this life, my heart aches unbearably!
"Let me consider!"

Jiang Jiao, who had just felt the pulse and felt that the situation was not so dire, didn't dare to speak too much or be too dead even though she hadn't seen the extent of the injury with her own eyes!

Face to face in vain to add disappointment or hope to Mrs. Zhao!
Madam Zhao nodded.

The boy backed away, and Madam Zhao gave him a wink.

The servant immediately moved a short screen with understanding, just enough for the people standing behind the screen to see only Jiang Jiao's back, but not Zhao Yan's body.

Jiang Jiao rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand and gently unbuttoned the shirt on his body.

Worried about moving his legs and affecting the wound, he simply did it, picked up the scissors, and cut his pants open.

Cut the wrapped gauze as well.

Bend over.

　Don't look at the label, it's General General!Shaking hands and overturning the car!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)