The world's medical concubine wants to divorce

Chapter 102 An Unhappy Marriage
Song Yungang shook his head desolately, refusing to believe it, "I don't believe it, why would my father treat us like this? We are his own son!" He said so, but his sad tone still revealed the panic and despair in his heart , he believed in Zhuge Ming's words.

Zhuge Ming looked at the mountains and mist in the distance, like a huge monster with head held high and chest high, staring at it like a tiger.Here, it is actually Wen Yi's burial death.

Just thinking about it, my heart hurts so much that I can't speak. If I knew this, he would have forced her to leave the capital and not let her appear in front of Song Yunqian. Now that I think about it, I feel so regretful that my guts are green.

While feeling sorry for Wen Yi, he thought of Song Yunqian, how could he accept Wen Yi's death here?I can only hide it from him first!

Resisting the pain and anger in his heart, he turned his head and asked Song Yungang, "Did Wen Yi leave anything with her?"

Song Yungang shook his head blankly, "No, nothing."

Zhuge Ming clenched his fists, "You searched all over here, but you can't even find anything about her? It's okay if you can't find the body, her hair accessories, earrings, etc., nothing?"

After being reminded by him, Song Yungang took out a hairpin from his arms as if suddenly awakened, "I found this in the mass grave, is it her?"

Zhuge Ming looked at the green hairpin on the palm of his hand, and felt extremely uncomfortable. It belonged to her. After she returned to Beijing, she used this hairpin all the time without any extra hair accessories.

He stretched out his hand, trembling slightly, and took the jasper hairpin. His throat felt sore for a while. He turned his face away to hide the man's tears that were about to fall, but he couldn't hide the choking in his throat, and said: "I will go back and explain to Qian, you It’s best to manage your people so that they don’t leak any news.”

Song Yungang said in a low voice: "It won't be too long, she won't come back."

Zhuge Ming's heart was disturbed, like a ball of thread scratched by a cat, with countless threads, he didn't know where the head was and where was the tail. He wanted to sort out the thoughts in his head, but he didn't have any ideas in his heart , what can be done?What can I do if I can't hide it?Forget about it, let's keep it a day.

Song Yunqian found the evening in the capital and returned to his residence, but saw that Zhuge Ming had returned early in the morning. He dragged his exhausted body to Zhuge Ming's yard and asked, "Did you find anything when you left the city?"

Zhuge Ming raised his head to look at Song Yunqian, after a day of running around, his clothes were covered with dust, his handsome face was no longer as bright as before, it was full of tiredness and worry.

He suppressed the sadness in his heart, took out a letter and a hairpin from his arms, and said, "I've seen her!"

Song Yunqian's eyes were fixed, and he quickly took the hairpin and the letter from his hand. The letter was folded into several folds, and there were many creases when he opened it. Looking at the writing on it, it belonged to Wen Yi.The letter is not long, only a few short sentences: Qian, I will go out for a few days, and you will come back when you get married. Don't worry about me, I'm fine!

"Where did she go? What else did she say?" Song Yunqian looked up at Zhuge Ming, and asked with some resentment: "Why didn't you bring her back first? Did she leave alone? Why didn't you take Qianshan away?"

Zhuge Ming said: "I found her in a temple. When I found her, she only said that she wanted to meditate for a few days, and asked me to tell you. I was afraid you would not believe me, so I asked her to write you a letter to report her safety. She Let's not go to her just yet, she said she would be back."

When Zhuge Ming said these few words, he was very calm, and the sentences were very short, without ending sounds. These few words had been rehearsed hundreds of times in his mind, in order to speak without flaws.However, no matter how focused he was, as long as Song Yunqian paid close attention, he could still detect a slight tremor in his voice.

However, Song Yunqian was only focused on Wen Yi's letter to him, feeling unspeakable anxiety and guilt in his heart, so he didn't pay attention to Zhuge Ming.

Zhuge Ming didn't speak any more, but went back to the bookshelf to pack some books, and some clothes he often wore in the palace.

Song Yunqian looked up at him, "Where are you packing up?"

Zhuge Ming restrained his expression and forced a helpless smile, "The clinic has been very busy recently, I guess I won't be here for a while."

Song Yunqian was not suspicious, paused for a moment, and asked, "Did she say when she will be back?"

Zhuge Ming didn't look back, he suppressed the sadness in his heart with great strength, and said softly: "She didn't say anything!"

Song Yunqian sat on the chair in a daze, and heaved a long sigh, "Zhuge, do you think this king should endure this?"

Holding the book in his arms, Zhuge Ming turned his head to look at him, his brows were full of anxiety, "What do you want?"

Song Yunqian raised his head and chuckled, "What can I do?" There was sarcasm in his tone.

Zhuge Ming said in a hoarse voice: "The lives of your mother's family and the lives of those loyal subordinates are in your hands, you can weigh them yourself!"

Song Yunqian smiled coldly, "Sometimes I really want to gamble with my father, if I go against his will, will he really kill me?"

Zhuge Ming frowned and said: "He can even deal with his own biological father, what else can't he do? You just said to bet with him at this moment, winning is of course good, but what about losing?"

Song Yunqian remained silent for a long time. Although he didn't want to admit that his father killed his father and king, this was clearly the truth.

With a long sigh, he turned and went out.Ning'an Prince's Mansion was full of joy, and the garden was full of red lanterns. In his eyes, it was as bleak as blood.

Zhuge Ming almost left the palace with the mentality of running away. He was afraid that if he stayed for a moment longer, the pain in his heart would be unable to hide and poured out.

At this moment, he was jealous of Song Yunqian, because he didn't know anything, and he would rather not know anything, and leave as if Wen Yi was missing.

The wedding took place as scheduled.

Because it was Prince Ning'an who married his concubine, and it was the Queen Mother's dying order, so almost all civil and military officials from the entire dynasty attended the wedding banquet.

The newcomer first entered the palace to worship the ancestors and the empress dowager, and then went to the Hall of Justice to pay homage to the empress, and returned to the mansion after paying homage in the palace.

The emperor smiled happily. He took Song Yunqian's hand and said, "I am so happy today, Qian'er, treat Yuzhu well in the future. She is a good girl and deserves to be treated sincerely. As for the past, the people in the past , If you should forget, you should forget it, if you should let it go, you should let it go, after all, the living still have to live well, so that those who go first will not miss it."

Song Yunqian almost gritted his teeth to endure the nausea and pain in his heart. He kowtowed, "I obey the order!" It was just obeying the order, there was no more words.

The empress personally sent them out of the Hall of Justice, and when they arrived, the empress held his hand and said, "My child, the empress knows that it is difficult for you, but no matter how difficult life is, you still have to live on."

Song Yunqian hummed, turned around, took his bride's hand numbly, and left the palace step by step.

Chen Yuzhu had always covered his head with a red scarf, and the two had never met before. In the carriage, Song Yunqian was speechless, and Chen Yuzhu didn't dare to speak. The two returned to the palace silently with the guard of honor.

That night, Song Yunqian was so drunk that he clinked glasses with almost every adult at the banquet, and every time he drank it all in one gulp.The third son followed him and blocked several drinks for him, but Song Yunqian drank most of them.

Song Yunqian was so drunk that he passed out and was sent to a new house.

Chen Yuzhu covered her head with a red scarf and sat on the bed. Seeing Song Yunqian being brought in, she hurriedly got up and made room for Song Yunqian to lie down.

All the servants withdrew, and in the new house, the red candles were burning with crackling noises, and the tears of the candles stayed along the edge and fell on the candlesticks, which couldn't fit in the candlesticks, and dripped down along the candlesticks.On the white marble floor, there are red tears drop by drop!

Chen Yuzhu heard the slow breathing of the man beside her, and a strong smell of alcohol came to her nose. She lifted her kerchief, and looked at the man on the bed with a little shyness. body, more handsome.She looked at him obsessively, she had never seen him before, she only knew that he was General Flying Eagle, with outstanding military exploits, a hero on the battlefield, and it was her lifelong wish to be married to such a hero.

She wanted to order someone to fetch a hot towel to wash his face, but she walked out like this, afraid of being laughed at by the servants, so she had to take out her handkerchief and wipe his cheeks for him.

The hand was held suddenly, and Song Yunqian opened his eyes suddenly. His eyes were so sharp that Chen Yuzhu was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand and covered his head.

Even though it was just a startled glance, Song Yunqian still saw her face. He sat up abruptly, lifted her red hijab, his eyes gradually fell silent from the surprise at the beginning, and disappointment flooded his face. Chen Yuzhu lowered his head, and He didn't see the change in his expression, but lowered his head shyly and twisted the silk in his hand.

This appearance looks like the warmth of three years ago, that is, Yang Luoyi.But if you look closely, there is still a difference, Yang Luoyi's face is a bit more delicate than hers.Back then when Yang Luoyi married, she was also shy and coquettish.All of a sudden, the old events from a few years ago flooded up in his heart, and he drank a lot of wine, and his grief and sadness could hardly be concealed. Back then, if it wasn't for his carelessness, if it wasn't for Yang Luofan who made trouble, today he and Wen Yi wouldn't be in the same boat. in this way.

He turned around and rushed out like a gust of wind.

In just a moment, he arrived at Morange Pavilion.

Yang Luofan hadn't gone to bed yet, the mansion was so lively tonight, she could only sit in a quiet corner and listen to the joy outside, feeling quite sad in her heart.

She knew that Song Yunqian was married, and also knew that the person he married was not Wen Yi, she was puzzled at first, but when she heard that he married Miss Chen, she understood that he still couldn't let go of his sister.For three years, he still hasn't come out.

She had seen Chen Yuzhu before, and Chen Yuzhu was very similar to Yang Luoyi. They looked alike when they were young, but she hadn't seen her for several years, and she didn't know what she looked like now.But no matter what, the outline still does not change.

She thought of Wen Yi, that poor female doctor was probably favored by the prince just because she knew medical skills, but in the end, she didn't get everything she wanted.

While she was in a daze, a figure came in from outside the door. Before she could raise her head, she was slapped heavily on the face, so hard that she was dizzy and fell to the ground.

She turned her head slowly, meeting Song Yunqian's angry eyes, and said indifferently: "The prince is getting married today, shouldn't he be with the bride? Why did you come to see the concubine?"

(End of this chapter)