Daughter of the Prince of Rebirth

Chapter 148
A strange look flashed in Ouyang Shaoxian's eyes, staring at Murong Yu, the water-green cloak fluttered with the wind, and the black ink silk that reached his waist fluttered gently. It might be because the night was too deep and he didn't have a good rest. Yu's beautiful little face was slightly pale: "It does look a bit like a ghost."

Perhaps even Ouyang Shaoxian didn't notice that when he said this, there was a hint of teasing in his seemingly calm tone.

Murong Yu was a little depressed about Ouyang Shaoxian's answer, so naturally he didn't hear the difference in his words. Just as he was about to say something, a group of patrolling monks walked up from a distance, and Murong Yu's eyes flashed: "My lord, the time is not right!" It's early, let's go back to rest!"

Dealing with Yu Wenming is a trick, the fewer people who know about it, the better, if those monks find her and Ouyang Shaoxian standing together in the middle of the night, they will have to discuss it, not to mention, the people of Zhen Guohou's mansion I'm not a fool. I can't think of it for the time being, but it doesn't mean they won't doubt it in the future. Isn't their plan going to be revealed? Preventing problems before they happen is the most important thing.

As expected, after Yu Wenming woke up, he learned that he had become a half-crippled person. Like a raging lion, he went into a rage and smashed everything in the wing room, and the pieces scattered all over the place.

"Bastard, what are you doing?" Zhen Guohou stepped into the wing room, looked at the mess on the ground, trembling with anger: "This is Xiangguo Temple, not Zhen Guohou's mansion, the queen mother and queen are praying, you steal Everyone knows that eating thorns made the disease worse, and you have completely disgraced the entire Zhenguohou Mansion, don't you think it's not embarrassing enough?"

"Face, face, you know the face of the Marquis Mansion of Gu Quanzhen all day long." Yu Wenming roared hysterically: "In your heart, my lifelong happiness is not as important as those false names. Half a useless person, is there anything more embarrassing than this?"

"That's not what you asked for." Hearing this, Zhen Guohou was furious: "If you didn't steal the Queen Mother's thorns, how would you end up in the land you are today?"

"If it weren't for the empress dowager's kindness and kindness, and not to pursue this matter any longer, do you think you can still stand here safe and sound and yell at me?" Last night, after Yu Wenming's condition stabilized, Zhen Guohou took the remaining He went to the Empress Dowager's wing to plead guilty for his unfilial son. The inner guards were here, and it was Chen Taiyi who personally diagnosed Yu Wenming.

Yu Wenming's body softened in an instant, and he fell to the ground without saying a word, pain and despair flashed in his eyes: A few days ago, he was still majestic, drinking and chatting with innocent women, but in the blink of an eye, he became half a useless person , I only have intercourse once a month, it's ridiculous...

Zhen Guohou felt sorry for his son, but deliberately put on a straight face, ignoring him, let him be taught a lesson, so as not to be so irritable again.

Yu Wenzhen, who rushed over after hearing the sound, walked into the room, looked at Yu Wenming who was sitting on the ground, lingering in sorrow, a flash of unbearableness flashed in his heart, he walked forward slowly, and comforted softly: "Second brother, in fact, you don't have to be so decadent, There are many famous doctors in Qingsong. We only invited Imperial Physician Chen. His diagnosis may not be 100% accurate. Why don't you ask the emperor to send out famous posters and invite imperial physicians from all over the world to come to Beijing to diagnose and treat your illness? You will definitely be cured your……"

"Really?" The light of hope rekindled in Yu Wenming's eyes.

"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you?" Even though he said that, Yu Wenzhen didn't know what to do. Doctor Chen is the most powerful doctor in Qingsong. If he can't cure a disease, no one can heal it. .

"Second brother, the Xiangguo Temple is too simple, the conditions are not good enough, and the medicinal materials are not particularly complete. Let's go back to the Hou's mansion to recuperate." The story of Yu Wenming stealing thorns spread throughout the Xiangguo Temple. If he continues to stay here to recuperate, it is inevitable. Will be pointed at.

Yu Wenming has become half a useless person with a very violent temper. If he disagrees with others, he will definitely fight. At that time, things will get worse and worse. It is better to let him go back to the Marquis Mansion to recuperate his wounds and keep his ears quiet.

"Okay, I'll listen to Big Brother." If his injury heals, let alone go back to the Hou Mansion, even if he loses an arm, he will agree without hesitation. It's another matter if he doesn't regret it afterwards.

Zhen Guohou, Yu Wenzhen, and Yu Wenming packed up their things and prepared to leave later, trying to return to Zhen Guohou's mansion before lunch.

He was about to leave, for some reason, Yu Wenzhen was suddenly reluctant to leave, and ordered a few servants to pack their bags, and left the wing in agitated mood, walking around in the temple.

In the octagonal pavilion, Murong Yu was tasting tea. She held the teapot herself without borrowing anyone's hand. She tilted her slender hands slightly, and the tea in the pot flowed out slowly, and the faint fragrance of tea immediately lingered throughout the pavilion.

For a moment, Yu Wenzhen felt that a lady like Murong Yu was the most suitable to be raised in the inner courtyard as the main wife. Every morning, he would drink tea with her, chat with her, and go out to do things in a happy mood. After a tiring day , Back home, with her gentle care and greetings, the fatigue of the whole body will disappear a lot, that is really a great blessing in life.

Sensing Yu Wenzhen's gaze, Murong Yu put down the teapot and looked sideways: "Young Master Yuwen!"

"I'm sorry to disturb Miss Murong's elegant mood." Yu Wenzhen walked over, with an indelible sadness on his brows.

"Young brother's condition is getting worse, Mr. Yuwen is worried?" It's useless to worry, he has already become a disabled person, even if the gods come, he will not be able to return to a normal person.

"Yes." Yu Wenming's injuries to key parts were all concealed, and outsiders thought that Yu Wenming had suffered internal injuries during a fight.

"Mr. Chen's medical skills are superb, there is no incurable disease, Mr. Yuwen, don't worry." Murong Yu comforted.

"I would like to borrow your good words." Yu Wenzhen sat down opposite Murong Yu, looking straight into her eyes: "Do you have to be so polite when you talk to me?" Treated like a guest.

"Is there something wrong?" Murong Yu asked back with a smile: "People are supposed to be polite to each other. Could it be that they have to be cold-hearted? We don't have a deep hatred." Maybe there will be in the future.

Yu Wenzhen's smile was a bit helpless, the relationship between people was so strange: "We have known each other for a long time, can we be regarded as friends?" Between friends, it is not necessary to be so polite.

(End of this chapter)