win the hairpin

Chapter 76: King Jin's Heart Broken

King Jin suppressed the horror in his heart, and smiled to appease Song Huiyue: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm back, and I will take care of the rest."

"it is good."

"Let's go back now," Jin Wang couldn't concentrate, opened the curtain a little, and ordered, "Hurry up!"

When he was in Kyoto, he saw a woman whose nails were scratched because of a fight, and she also left a white scar after being cured.

Then the woman jumped into the river.

When others jumped into the river, he listened to it as a story. Now that Song Huiyue was injured, he immediately became distraught, wishing he could move that scar to his face.

It's not that Song Huiyue didn't know that she had an injury on her face, she had touched it with her hand, and knew the extent of the injury was extensive, but her heart had sunk to the bottom of the valley, and she didn't have the energy to make a fuss about the injury to her face.

The carriage was almost vacated, speeding along the official road, and the rice fields on both sides kept skipping backwards. Song Huiyue had a headache from the shaking of the carriage, her face was pale, there was cold sweat on her forehead, her stomach churned, and she retched.

"Slow down!" King Jin yelled outside, and at the same time held both hands to Song Huiyue's mouth, "Spit it out, it'll be comfortable when you spit it out."

The carriage slowed down quickly, then found a middle point between fast and slow, and continued on the road.

Song Huiyue's stomach was shriveled, and she just retched when she grabbed King Jin's hand, her head was about to explode, and tears flowed unconsciously.

King Jin took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her tears and sweat beads: "If you feel uncomfortable, just go back. Huang Ting has already gone back to ask the doctor to get the medicine."

His voice was choked up.

"Headache." Song Huiyue leaned her head back, pressed against the cold and hard wooden wall, and took a breath, "Don't worry, I have to go to Xie Zhang's house to see my mother."

Mrs. Song is still at Xie's house, and she doesn't know how her illness is. Aunt Lin and Yuan Yuan are probably terrified, and Qinghui doesn't know if there is any news.

Will Zhang Xutang give up?
King Jin has been frightened all the way since he saw Yin Xiao. When he finally saw Song Huiyue, he wanted to keep her in his stomach and hide her for ten months as if he was pregnant. How could he be willing to send her away.

He stuffed the veil around his waist and coaxed her in a low voice: "Your mother is still sick, and you are worried about Qinghui, and you are also sad for your family. Seeing you hurt like this, my heart will break. You heal your injuries with me, and then go to see her."

He was about to break his heart, and Mrs. Song had to die of pain on the spot.

Then he said with a cold face, "do you not want to see me?"

Song Huiyue waved her hand lightly: "I'm too happy to see you. I'm afraid that Auntie will miss me if she doesn't see me. Yuanyuan is in a daze again... There are not so many people at home..."

King Jin felt distressed from the bottom of his heart when he heard this.

His moon always hides the people around him in his heart.

"Then I will take your mother and the others to the palace tomorrow, okay? Let your mother rest well today."

Song Huiyue nodded obediently, and asked him again: "When I got into the carriage, I seemed to see someone carrying Yin Xiao on his back. Did he deliver a letter to you?"

King Jin reluctantly replied: "Yes, he has a fever. I don't know if he is awake. I will send him to Xie's house."

It's best not to wake up—it's a pity that Yinxiao is a weed, and a drop of dew can live.

"Is Du Lan still there?" Song Huiyue couldn't help asking.

King Jin nodded: "Yes, also at Xie Ba's place, don't worry, you rest."

Du Lan made a drinking mistake and was [-]% dead. He only had one breath left, and he didn't know if he could live.

Along the way, King Jin transported Song Huiyue back to the palace.

Huang Ting had already cleaned up Zhuxi Zhai, and found the only nanny in the house, Nanny Yun was holding a big basin of hot water, and wanted to wipe Song Huiyue's face, but when the water arrived, she was too terrified to do anything.

King Jin rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward to twist the handkerchief himself, and wiped the other half of her face clean.

Song Huiyue washed her hands, Huang Ting led the waiter to bring in tea and food.

The clear soup stewed with pork ribs and lotus root, rolled noodles into it, and two plates of crabapple and jade hook bream, there is nothing Song Huiyue can't eat.

Song Huiyue suddenly remembered what Yue Huaiyu said: "The servant is very interesting and powerful."

She couldn't help but look up at Huang Ting, Huang Ting caught her gaze, and immediately took a step forward without saying a word, just to let her see more clearly.

Seeing that Song Huiyue was stunned, the King of Jin deliberately frowned at the stewed lotus root: "I have eaten lotus root in Ezhou for many days, and I can spit out lotus flowers in my mouth."

Sure enough, Song Huiyue laughed: "Is the lotus root in Ezhou delicious?"

"This is it," Huang Ting offered her the chopsticks with both hands, "Try it, Madam."

"Eat quickly," King Jin picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup, "The doctor is coming soon, don't be greedy for him."

Song Huiyue took the chopsticks and looked at King Jin: "My lord, thank you."

King Jin didn't like her thanks, but he was restless and forgot to refute.

It wasn't that he was restless, but that he ran all the way back and took Song Huiyue all the way to the mansion. In the deepest part of his heart, there was a crack in the grief, and a little joy came out.

The moon fell from the sky into his arms again.

He noticed this little bit of joy, but the joy was based on Song Huiyue's great pain, so he didn't dare to show anything, he just wanted to let this little bit of joy disappear as soon as possible.

Eat and drink enough, the doctor is here.

The doctor is very powerful, speaks little, and specializes in treating trauma. He is old enough to be Song Huiyue's Weng Weng. Instead of doing anything, he puts a brazier outside the door, takes out a piece of realgar the size of a tung seed, and throws it on the fire. burnt.

When the smoke started, he smoked his hands, collar, sleeves, etc. to prevent the unclean things on his body from being passed to the patients along the corners of the clothes.

The patient is weak and different from ordinary people, and he goes back and forth among the patients without carelessness.

After smoking, he crossed his hands and saluted King Jin.

King Jin just wanted him not to be too polite and to treat illnesses, but he waved his hand and asked Huang Ting and King Jin to fumigate them.

After smoking, he crossed the threshold and laid out a row of knives and needles on the table, with an imposing manner comparable to that of a butcher.

"Oh, you hurt your face, why did you come to me and dragged on like this!"

He stepped forward and pressed the healed wound on Song Huiyue's face. This finger made Song Huiyue shiver in pain.

"It's hard and thin on the top, but soft on the bottom. It looks like it's healed, but it's actually suppurated inside. The pus must be drawn out first."

He quickly took the needle: "Bring the tung oil lamp."

Huang Ting immediately moved the lamp to him and asked him to burn the needle.

King Jin watched the thin needle turn red, and his face turned pale as Song Huiyue said: "Mr. Zu, be gentle, these are not those hairy children."

Dr. Zu was silent, just staring at the needle, the tip of the needle was completely cool after burning, he pointed the needle at the place that was about to rupture, and stuck it down.

Push the needle four quarters in, then pull it out, and the pus will overflow from the eye of the needle.

Dr. Zu stretched out his hands and pressed around the wound to help drain the pus.

Song Huiyue trembled violently, and couldn't help but let out an "ouch".

King Jin quickly pressed her hands and comforted her softly: "It will be fine soon, it's all right."

Dr. Zu was unmoved by this, in his hands there is no distinction between men and women, and the hairy boy and the yellow-haired girl are the same.

(End of this chapter)