The world's medical concubine wants to divorce

Chapter 52 The Wrath of Song Yunqian

After Song Yunqian went back, he ordered the third son to go to Zhiyi Pavilion to check.The third son is one of his bodyguards, responsible for protecting Song Yunqian at night.

That night, the third son came back and reported: "Returning to the lord, it is indeed as Concubine Rou said. The concubine has been stabbing her legs with needles today, including her wounds. Moreover, she burned a red knife to scrape the wounds."

Song Yunqian was furious, "It really is!"

The third son hesitated for a moment, then said: "Hizhi is actually very puzzled, the empress does not seem to be in great pain, and she is very familiar with it, the needles are light and accurate, and not all of them fall on the wound, so, Beizhi feels that, Empress Doing this probably has another effect."

"What's the effect?" Song Yunqian looked slightly annoyed, "Her wound has not healed for a long time, and even Zhuge Ming's treatment for her has not improved for many days. It is clearly caused by her deliberate self-injury."

"It's just that if it is said that the empress is fighting for favor, but she has never mentioned her injury in front of the prince, and she has never asked him to show mercy because of it. If it is said that she has spent all her time and hurt herself to seek mercy, it is better to say that she is self-harming. Depressed?" Xiao Sanzi guessed, that night, he could see the sadness on Wen Yi's face, and for the next few days, she stayed at home and locked herself in Zhiyi Pavilion, which shows her heart In fact, it is still very uncomfortable.

Song Yunqian said coldly: "No matter what the reason is, she did it like a trick." What he didn't say was that she thought in her heart that Wen Yi deliberately hurt her body because he was with Luo Fan that day. way to protest.

The third son sighed in his heart and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

Song Yunqian said with a dark face, "Don't worry about her, she can do whatever she likes!"

The third son worriedly said: "However, if the princess continues like this every day, I'm afraid that sooner or later..."

"What are you afraid of? She asked for it herself." Song Yunqian angrily sent the third son out, sulking all by himself.

He was very angry, so angry that he almost didn't want to talk to Wen Yi.He has always been so worried about her injuries, and once ordered her not to get out of bed until the wounds scabbed over. She probably knew that he was nervous, so she used this method to attract his attention.

It seemed that the good impression she had towards Wen Yi before had disappeared after she learned that she had hurt herself.Even remembering the guilt she felt when she broke into the Feiling Pavilion that night and saw him, it's gone now.

Perhaps, she is still Yang Luoyi after all.

Zhuge Ming also came over this evening, Song Yunqian told him about this matter, Zhuge Ming was very surprised when he heard that, "It's no wonder her injury hasn't improved, it turned out to be because of this."

Song Yunqian said dejectedly: "Perhaps, we have been deceived by her all along."

"Although what she did was wrong, I still stick to my original opinion. Her soul is not Yang Luoyi. I went to find the matter of the national teacher borrowing the dead body to revive the soul. The national teacher told me that there is indeed such a thing in the world, and he also witnessed it with his own eyes. I have seen it. The so-called Jiangshan is easy to change, and her nature is hard to change. No matter how she changes, it is impossible to change so completely in a short period of time. I think it should be a corpse." Zhuge Ming said.

Song Yunqian thought of everything in the mountains, recalled being intimate with her in the room that day, recalled every detail of getting along with her, and felt that Zhuge Ming's words were right.But, right now, he can't even take care of himself, so why bother to care about whether she is a dead body or not?He had never loved the Yang Luoyi in the past, but today's so-called Wen Yi, well, he doesn't even know if her name is Wen Yi.If she is really a dead body, then she is just a ghost, why should he bother?
So, in the end, he was a little bit disappointed and said: "Forget it, don't worry about her, she can do whatever she likes." He put his hands on his knees, rubbed his knees that didn't feel any feeling, and laughed at himself: "This king himself is What do you care about other people's injuries? If she is Yang Luoyi, even if she hurts Ke'er, even if her legs are crippled, this king will not feel sorry for her. If she is not Yang Luoyi, but just a ghost, then she If he died from a leg injury, it’s just a return to the original, so there’s nothing to regret.”

He was already very fickle when he said this, but after he finished speaking, his own heart began to ache, as if Wen Yi really wanted ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes.

Zhuge Ming knew that he was becoming decadent again, and he finally got angry because of this wheelchair, but now he was depressed again because of her self-injury, he kept saying that he didn't care about her, but he was emotionally affected by her.There is a box in the bottom of a person's heart, which hides secrets that even he may not be able to pry into. He probably cannot see his own feelings clearly.

In this way, after a few days, Wen Yi never came to look for Song Yunqian, and Song Yunqian never even looked for Wen Yi.

However, he still asked the third son to monitor Wen Yi's actions and report every night.Once the third son came to report, his heart sank an inch.

That night, after drinking some wine, I heard from Xiaosanzi that she had been stabbing her body with needles almost all day today, not only her feet, but even her head.When he heard this, the smell of alcohol radiated from his body, his whole body was covered with cold air, and his blood almost froze.

He roared angrily, "What on earth does she want? Is it because I was with Luo Fan that night that she wants to do this?"

Seeing that he was furious, the third son dared to make a sound?I had no choice but to step aside and remain silent.

The more Song Yunqian thought about it, the angrier he became, he reached out and grabbed the table, trying to force himself to stand up, but his legs couldn't exert strength, and he fell to the ground.The third son hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and said repeatedly: "Prince, calm down, don't be so angry, if you really don't want Wangfei to be like this, go and see her!"

The third son looked at it for a few days, but he didn't see why, and he also thought that Wen Yi did this to get the lord's mercy or to fight against the lord.Otherwise, how to explain why she did it?
Song Yunqian said angrily: "Throw out this iron chair, I don't want to be favored by her!"

The third son was startled, and hurriedly said: "Don't be angry, my lord. This chair is exquisitely crafted and ingenious. It's rare in the world. It was the wangfei who tried every means to find it for the lord..."

"Where is there so much nonsense? Throw it out and smash it, I don't need her fake kindness!" Song Yunqian roared, veins popped out, and even his lips trembled with anger.

The servants rushed in and were startled when they saw this scene, the youngest son hurriedly said: "Why don't you hurry up and help the prince sit down?"

The servant rushed up to help Song Yunqian. He wanted to help him in the wheelchair, but when he was just getting close to the wheelchair, he suddenly struck out with a palm. With [-]% to [-]% of his skill, the wheelchair was scattered into a pile of waste on the spot. iron.

Everyone was stunned, Xiaosanzi helped him to sit on the grand master's chair, and someone hurried to invite Zhuge Ming.

Zhuge Ming came in a hurry and saw the corpse of the wheelchair in the yard, shook his head, walked in and sighed: "Why do you vent your anger on the wheelchair?"

Song Yunqian's face was condensed, and he looked at Zhuge Ming, "Your medical skills are so good, give her a pack of poison, and let her die in front of this king immediately."

Zhuge Ming looked at him, "What's the use of saying such angry words? If she dies, you will be sadder than anyone else."

"What crazy words are you talking about? This king hates her so much now, she died cleanly, so that this king won't be upset when he sees it." Song Yunqian said coldly.

Zhuge Ming sent Xiaosanzi and the villain out, faced him alone, and said bluntly: "If it really doesn't matter, you wouldn't be so angry because you learned that she hurt herself. You clearly care about her, but you don't admit it." , in front of me, you have never tried to hide your thoughts like this, is it so difficult to admit that you like her?"

Song Yunqian glanced at him indifferently, and said indifferently: "Do you think you know me well?"

"Yes, I don't know you, but you don't know yourself either." Zhuge Ming said, "If you don't want to admit it, no one can force you."

Song Yunqian seemed to want to prove that he didn't really like Wen Yi, so he called someone in and said, "Get ready for the carriage immediately, this king will go to the palace to report to the royal father, and this king will divorce her."

Zhuge Ming sent his servants out, closed the door, and looked straight at him, "Okay, I believe you don't like her, but Concubine Xiu for no reason, do you want to be criticized? I admit, she really wasn't smart enough this time." , but, I just want you to care more about her."

"If I want to care about her, I will care about her even if she doesn't do anything. If I don't want to care about her, even if she dies, I won't even look at her. You go and heal her every day, Tell her this." Song Yunqian said coldly.

Zhuge Ming knew that he couldn't persuade him to go in, so he didn't intend to persuade him again.Otherwise, if you say a few more words, I'm afraid he will even get angry with himself.

On the second day, Zhuge Ming went to heal Wen Yi's wound. When he opened the wound, he saw dense pinholes on his leg. He sighed and shook his head, "Why do you do this?"

Wen Yi didn't understand what he meant for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "What?"

Zhuge Ming applied medicine for her, and said: "Qian is a person who accepts softness but not toughness, and he hates people who play tricks very much."

Wen Yi held Jinzhenshu in her hand, because the cover of Jinzhenshu was damaged, so she asked Xiaoju to wrap it in brocade cloth and sew it up, so Zhuge Ming didn't know what she was looking at.While reading a book, Wen Yi listened to Zhuge Ming's words, so she was inevitably a little distracted, so she let out an oh, and didn't speak any more.

After Zhuge Ming bandaged the wound, he asked again, "Did the princess remember what I said just now?"

Wen Yi looked up at him, and nodded in a daze, "Remember." He seemed to mean that Song Yunqian didn't like tricksters, but who doesn't like straightforward people?Who would like people who play tricks?This is really nonsensical.

Only then did Zhuge Ming smile, and said: "I know that the princess is a smart person, so she must understand what I mean. The princess loves Qian very much, and she should be in harmony with the piano, so she shouldn't add too much hostility in vain."

Wen Yi put down the book, looked up at Zhuge Ming: "How can you tell that I love him deeply?"

Zhuge Ming smiled, "You don't need me to say that, right? The princess saw Qianzai in Feiling Pavilion that day, and you reacted so violently. If there is no true love, how could you be like this?"

Speaking of what happened that day, Wen Yi was powerless to refute. She was really undefended that day, and all her emotions were exposed on her face.At this moment, she was inhumane, and she was not at all embarrassed, she just said seriously: "I may have been confused for a moment, but now I am very clear about my feelings."

"Oh?" Now, it was Zhuge Ming's turn not to understand.

Wen Yi smiled lightly, "You don't understand even if you tell me!" She looked down at her wound, and said, "Is it bandaged? Actually, it doesn't matter if you come or not, the wound won't heal for a while. "

"Your Majesty, please take good care of your body. Your body will be taught to your parents. Your Majesty, don't use your body as a tool for fighting qi." Zhuge Ming said seriously.

Wen Yi's attention was focused on golden acupuncture again, and she replied absent-mindedly: "Yes, I see, Xiaoju, send Miracle Doctor Zhuge out."

Zhuge Ming shook his head, what he said was so plain, whether she knew it or not was up to her.

(End of this chapter)