Spoil the world: Medical concubine wants to repudiate her husband

Wen Yi washed her face. She blinked and felt her eyes tingle. She narrowed one eye and looked at Zhu Fangyuan, "help me see if there are eyelashes in my eyes?"

Zhu Fangyuan approached and opened her eyes and said, "don't move. Under your eyelids, I'll blow it out for you."

"Thank you!" Wen Yi squatted in front of him. Zhu Fangyuan held her face and gently blew a few times.

Outside the door, footsteps sounded, and then hurried out.

Wen Yi stood up and called, "doctor Zhuge!"

Zhuge Ming stopped and looked back at Wen Yi awkwardly. "Sorry, I didn't know you had friends. When I saw you didn't close the door, I thought something had happened, so I came in and had a look."

Wen Yi gave a cry and said, "are you here to pick me up? Wait a minute, I'll be right away." she knew that he saw her posture with Zhu Fangyuan from the door just now. However, she didn't explain, and there was no need to explain, so let him misunderstand.

Zhuge Ming stood still, his eyes fell on Zhu Fangyuan's face, nodded slightly, and Zhu Fangyuan nodded slightly. It was a greeting. Zhuge Ming said to Wen Yi, "it's all right. I'll wait for you in the carriage. Don't worry."

Wen Yiying said, "OK, I can change a pair of shoes and go."

Zhuge Ming nodded and went out. Before leaving, he looked at Zhu Fangyuan.

Zhu Fangyuan looked at his back and said to Wen Yi, "did he misunderstand? He probably thought we were that kind of relationship. Why didn't you explain just now?"

"What's there to explain? I don't mind. What do you mind?" Wen Yi sat on the low stool to change her shoes. There were many scars on her feet, which were kicked by walking. She didn't notice the pain, so she often ignored these wounds. Over time, the wounds became inflamed, the new covered the old, and slowly the new became the old.

"I suspect you did it on purpose. You know he came in, so you deliberately let him see it, but you don't know why you did it." Zhu Fangyuan was quite dissatisfied.

Wenyi was not angry and said, "it's too complicated. I only mentioned the name Wenyi to song Yunqian. Moreover, song Yunqian may not take it to heart. What he never forgets is not Wenyi, but Yang Luoyi. Princess Ning'an is only Yang Luoyi from beginning to end."

"You know it's not. Didn't you say Song Yunqian changed your name to Wenyi? He knew you weren't Yang Luoyi, and he had such a good relationship with Zhuge Ming, he would tell Zhuge Ming. So, you're afraid that Zhuge Ming has doubts in his heart. Let me dispel Zhuge Ming's doubts." Zhu Fangyuan hit the nail on the head.

Wen Yi shook her head. "Really, if I had this worry, I wouldn't tell him my name was Wen Yi when I went to the interview." Wen Yi returned to Beijing because she thought song Yunqian and they had never doubted her identity that day. However, after Zhuge Ming's intentional and unintentional temptation during this period, she knew that Zhuge Ming knew something, Zhuge Ming knew, Song Yunqian must know. Whether she was a playwright or not, she probably revealed flaws in many aspects and was recognized by them. Just now, when Zhuge Ming entered the gate, she heard a voice. That's why she said that her eyes had entered something and performed this ambiguous drama in order to dispel Zhuge Ming's doubts.

However, she was ashamed to be honest with Zhu Fangyuan that she had played tricks.

He hurried out of the door to keep Zhu Fangyuan from questioning her.

In the carriage, Wen Yi was still thinking about what Zhu Fangyuan had just said, which was a little tangled. Such a self, step by step carefully, in order not to let him know his identity. She doesn't even know how much they know about themselves, let alone how they see themselves. Seriously, if song Yunqian had known that she was not Yang Luoyi, but still chose to hide it for her, and even when she died in the end, his sad object was still her, then she would be very sad, very sad, very distressed and very happy.

Seeing that she was absent-minded, Zhuge Ming asked, "who was your husband just now?" and he felt stupid because she was still a woman in the cabinet.

Wen Yi hesitated and denied, "I haven't married yet."

Because of her hesitation, Zhuge Ming thought that she was probably secretly with the man, so he didn't ask much and nodded slightly, which was the end of the topic.

Wen Yi is a little anxious and restless. She opened the curtain, looked at the bluestone street outside, listened to the sound of the carriage on the bluestone, and looked a little lonely.

She put down the curtain and asked Zhuge Ming, "by the way, what kind of person is the Dead Princess Ning'an?"

Zhuge Ming looked at her quietly. "Why do you suddenly ask this? Are you interested in her?"

Wenyi reluctantly smiled, "a little. I just want to know what kind of woman she is, which is worth the Lord's concern, even for many years after her death."

Zhuge Ming looked stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal. He said concisely, "she is a best woman."

Wen's opinion he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask. He just ended the topic with a sound.

For a long time, Zhuge Ming suddenly looked at her and said, "you are very much like her!"

Wenyi's blood coagulated all over his body and suddenly looked up at him. The shock in his eyes made Zhuge Ming realize that he had lost his attitude. He moved his face and said faintly: "I mean, she also knows acupuncture."

Wenyi was restless and said, "how many people can acupuncture in the world?" if she was right, Zhuge Ming's eyes were clearly affectionate when he talked about himself.

Zhuge Ming seemed to say to her and to himself, "yes, how many people know acupuncture!"

Zhuge Ming felt that there was a long pain at the bottom of his heart, which slowly overflowed from his heart. There were many people with the same name and surname in the world. However, there is only one warm meaning in the memory.

No matter how much the woman in front of her is like, she is not her.

But, in the end, he was unwilling. Anyway, it was all about this. He simply turned his heart horizontally, stared at her and asked, "do you believe in reincarnation?"

Wen Yi calmed down because of his words. She looked at him in surprise and flashed in her eyes. She soon stabilized her mind and said, "I don't believe it."

Zhuge Ming stared at her and suddenly smiled, "Hmm!"

This sentence doesn't seem to have any meaning, but it contains thousands of words. Wen Yi couldn't understand the meaning, and couldn't guess his sudden happiness.

Wen Yi looked dignified. She looked at Zhuge Ming and said seriously, "do you believe in reviving the soul with the dead? This is a very absurd thing."

Zhuge Ming nodded. "I also think it's ridiculous. However, Prince Ning'an believes that the princess has an alias called Wenyi. Therefore, I suggest you don't tell him your name is Wenyi when you go to the palace later."

Wen Yi examined his look. His handsome face contained a light smile. The previous haze seemed to be cleared away, and his eyes were clear, so he looked into her eyes without covering up.

She was frightened and said, "isn't the princess's name Yang Luoyi?"

"Yes, the Lord named her Wenyi. The Lord believes in reincarnation. Therefore, if you tell him your name is Wenyi and you know the art of acupuncture and moxibustion, he will suspect that you are his princess who came back to see him through the dead." ZHUGE Ming suddenly said very plainly, almost breaking the last layer of window paper.

Wenyi dared not speak for a long time. Her eyes were flustered and her hands had almost no place to put, rubbing back and forth on her knees.

He tried her for a long time and always tried with shallow language. She could deal with it freely because he didn't poke the weakness in her heart. Her weakness is to revive her soul through the dead.

He just saw the man just now and felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Therefore, when his mood was not well controlled, he suddenly asked such a sharp sentence, but unexpectedly, this sentence broke her disguise all these days.

Well, I know after all.

However, he also felt uneasy. He should have told song Yunqian the news at the first time. However, he chose to hide it and reminded Wen Yi that he had better not show his real name.

He comforted himself. He was also afraid that once he guessed wrong, song Yunqian would bear disappointment again. He might not be able to afford it.

Besides, if she is Wen Yi, she will be able to cure Ke'er. When Ke'er wakes up, song Yunqian should be happy.

Wen Yi was very confused and didn't know how to deal with Zhuge Ming. She felt that Zhuge Ming had seen through her, but she felt that he should not know. After all, it was absurd to say such a thing as reviving the soul with a corpse.

What Wen Yi didn't know was that when Yang Luoyi died that day, she reported a dream to her father and said it, so she thought it was a secret. In fact, several old people in the palace knew it, including song Yunqian and Zhuge Ming, of course.

No words all the way.

Zhuge Ming's mind is upset. Isn't it warm? In fact, if song Yunqian's leg hadn't been well, she wouldn't have come back at all.

The carriage galloped all the way to the door of the palace. As soon as the carriage stopped steadily, two bodyguards rushed out of it. They looked flustered. As soon as Zhuge Ming came, they rushed forward with a trembling voice and said, "doctor Zhuge, it's good if you come. The prince was assassinated!"

Wen Yi is like hearing thunder, the whole person is stunned, and the blood suddenly coagulates.

Zhuge Ming took the bodyguard and asked anxiously, "how is the injury?"

The bodyguard said, "three swords. The sword is fatal. The imperial doctor is already rescuing. However, for safety, the little third brother ordered to go down to find you."

Zhuge Ming let go of him and hurried to the house without considering his warm intention.

Wenyi's hands and feet were cold and hurriedly followed in.

Regardless of her sadness, she had not entered the door for three years. She only thought about song Yunqian's injury.

She followed Zhuge ming to Zhiyi Pavilion. She stood in front of the door and stood absently. Now he lives in Zhiyi pavilion? Xiaoju and mammy don't know what's going on? A stream of tears rushed into my eyes. Without any psychological preparation, I had to face the person I couldn't put down.

After entering the gate, a group of servants stood in fear in front of the gate on the stone steps of the courtyard. She looked up and met Mammy's eyes. She was stunned and hurried down, "is this also a doctor? Hurry in and see the Lord!"

Wen Yi forced back his tears and tried to maintain his unchanging voice, "please lead the way."

Mammy led Wenyi straight to the bedroom. Outside the bedroom door, Xiaoju and Xiaoqing stood uneasily in front of the door. When they saw mammy coming, they looked up and rushed over, trembling and saying, "Mammy, the imperial doctor hasn't come out for a long time."