Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 3 My throat hurts a bit

That figure is exactly the same.

Even the clothes they were wearing were very similar, the only thing missing was the veil.

Auntie?
The woman in the cave these two days?
Even though Song Yan's temperament had been calm for fifteen years, he was still shocked at this moment and even forgot to greet people!

The three brothers of the Luo family originally just hated the shamelessness of the Song family and had no ill feelings towards Song Yan. However, seeing Song Yan like this, their impression of him plummeted.

"Song Yan, don't be rude." Song Hongtao's face was gloomy. This youngest son was really uneducated and had no manners. Staring at an unmarried girl in public was no different from a lecher.

He is indeed a bastard's son and cannot be seen in public.

Luo Tianyi also frowned slightly and raised her eyes slightly: "Is there something wrong?"

The voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of a queen's tone.

Song Yan exhaled slightly. His voice was different. The voice of the girl in white in the cave was as clear as spring water. They must not be the same person.
"I am sorry for being rude, please don't blame me, Miss."

Luo Tianyi glanced at Song Yan, then looked away with a calm expression, without any abnormality.

This was just a minor incident. Seeing that the truth had been revealed, Madam Yang said with a smile on her face, "Three young masters, Second Miss, this is my Song Yan... To say that he is elegant and handsome is no exaggeration. This child has been smart and well-educated since he was young. Although he is the concubine's son, I have always cared for him as my own son."

Song Yan lowered his head and didn't respond, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "My own son? Whose own son is imprisoned in the backyard, not allowed to step out of the gate for nine years? Whose own son would poison from time to time and try every possible means to kill him?"

Seeing that the four members of the Luo family remained silent, Yang felt a little embarrassed. "Besides, Song Yan is a man of great fortune. When he was a child, he and Aunt Mei accidentally ate a poisonous fruit. Aunt Mei became stupid and foolish, but Song Yan recovered in just three or five days. When he was young, he had a sudden high fever, convulsions and coma, but he slept for a while and was back to normal."

"If Song Yan marries into the Luo family, maybe she can really wash away the eldest lady's illness..."

Yang praised him a lot, but she was actually gnashing with hatred in her heart. Wasn't he blessed with great fortune? She tried to poison him several times, but it was useless. She deliberately let sick people deliver food to Song Yan to pass the disease on to him. There was no doctor to prescribe medicine, and she was thought to be dead for sure, but he was alive and kicking again after only two or three days.

He has a terrifyingly tough life.

This was like a thorn in Yang's heart, as she did not want any illegitimate sons in the Duke's Mansion. She was extremely unhappy.

Before Yang could say anything, Luo Tianshu, the eldest son of the Luo family, stood up and said, "Master Song, Madam, we still need to report this matter to my mother. She will make the final decision."

The four members of the Luo family stood up and bowed at the same time, obviously not wanting to stay any longer, and did not even look at Song Yan again.

They came here just to see what kind of character Song Yan was. If he was a good man, it would not be bad for him to marry into the Luo family. Although they did not believe in the idea of ​​bringing good luck to the couple, what if it worked out?
Even if the wedding fails and Luo Tianxuan dies, Song Yan will not be at a loss.

But from the current perspective, Song Yan has already disqualified himself. He is still young but already has the demeanor of a lecher.

Even a rotten boat still has three pounds of nails. Although Luo Yuheng's name has been expelled from the royal jade butterfly and the Luo family does not have any title, the eldest princess's family is wealthy and not everyone can marry into her family.

"Yan'er, go and see him off..."

Song Yan bowed his head and agreed, following behind the Luo family members.

"This Song family is truly shameless. They actually want to replace the legitimate son with a bastard's son? Even though the eldest sister is seriously ill, she is still the legitimate eldest daughter of the Luo family. How can a bastard's son be worthy of her?"

As soon as they left the Duke's Mansion, Luo Tianyang, the third son of the Luo family, started to scoff. He had originally felt a bit sorry for Song Yan, but ever since he'd been staring at the second sister, any lingering sympathy had vanished. Could it be that he was planning to marry into the Luo family and take the opportunity to marry the second sister after the eldest sister's death? What kind of grand dream was that? The second sister was an immortal, so how could this scoundrel have the right to covet her?

On the other hand, the eldest son, Luo Tianshu, glared at Luo Tianyang, signaling him to speak less. He then looked at Song Yan with a slightly apologetic look. After all, his second sister was naturally beautiful, and almost every man who had seen her would have the same expression. Moreover, he saw that although Song Yan was staring at his second sister, his eyes did not contain any lust, but rather shock.

Although Song Yan was only a bastard, Luo Tianshu was still polite: "My third brother is straightforward and outspoken, please don't blame me, Ninth Young Master."

Song Yan smiled lightly: "It's okay."

He turned his head and took a look. He was some distance away from the gate of the Duke's Mansion. The gatekeeper couldn't see the movement here. Pursing his lips, Song Yan stretched out his right hand towards Luo Tianshu. In his palm were several white flakes.

"Ninth Young Master, what does this mean?" Luo Tianshu asked in surprise.

The others also looked at him curiously.

"Take this twice a day, half a tablet each time. After three days, the symptoms of tuberculosis can be relieved, and it may be cured in two years." Song Yan said slowly.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed.

Since ancient times, tuberculosis has been an incurable disease. Once contracted, life is limited to a year or two. Only thanks to the Luo family's wealth and wealth, who have invested countless treasuries in seeking medical treatment and seeking medicine, and the help of a skilled practitioner, has Luo Tianxuan survived to this day. Even Sun Shuji, the legendary doctor of Ningguo and heir to the Medicine King, could only alleviate the symptoms of tuberculosis attacks. Now, a mere bastard from the Duke of Song's mansion dared to claim to be able to cure tuberculosis?
Who does he think he is? Are his medical skills better than Sun Shuji's?

For a moment, the three young masters of the Luo family looked at Song Yan with contempt. This person really did whatever it took to marry into the Luo family. She was so shameless that she could even say such words.

And they dared to bring anything to give to the eldest sister? They had never seen medicine look like this before.

Luo Tianyang had a barbaric personality and a hot temper. He casually swung his right hand and hit Song Yan on the wrist, and the pills scattered all over the floor.

"Get lost... I thought you were a bit pitiful, but who would have thought you were such a swindler? If this thing could cure illnesses, I'd stand on my head and eat shit."

After thinking for a moment, Luo Tianyang added: "Three pounds!"

Look how hungry the child is. He has to cheat for food and drink.

You eat three pounds of food in one meal, aren’t you afraid that your stomach will burst?
Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan both covered their faces with their hands, looking speechless. It was shameful that the Luo family had such a third brother. He did not have any of the gentleness and politeness of the Luo family members. Instead, he spoke nonsense.

Instead, Luo Tianyi silently looked at the white flakes scattered on the ground, frowning slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking about. After a few breaths, he slowly squatted down and picked up all the flakes: "Thank you, Mr. Ninth Young Master, for the medicine." It was still that slightly hoarse and very magnetic voice.

Song Yan chuckled and nodded: "Remember the dosage."

After giving some instructions, he turned and left.

After Song Yan left, Luo Tianyang couldn't help it after all, and looked at Luo Tianyi with surprise: "Second sister, you don't really believe that boy, do you? He is definitely a liar."

Luo Tianyi stared at the tablet in his hand, carefully putting it away, and then said, "Think about it, Master Song just said that half a tablet at a time, twice a day, and three tablets in three days are enough, but there are nine tablets here, why?"

"I took too much." Luo Tianyang gave the answer without thinking.

A vein suddenly popped up on his smooth forehead. Luo Tianyi desperately suppressed the urge to punch Luo Tianyang in the head. "Ninth Young Master, what you're saying is that we can use the extra pills to find other tuberculosis patients to test the efficacy, idiot!"

"The fact that he dared to do this shows that Master Jiu is very confident in the efficacy of the medicine. We can go back and give it a try."

Luo Tianyang suddenly realized that these scholars were disgusting. Why not just say what they wanted to say directly? Why did they have to make people guess?
Something is wrong.

But if these medicines are really effective, wouldn’t I have to eat three pounds of shit?

A real man should not go back on his word.

Damn it, Song Yan is such a bastard. He deliberately didn't explain clearly. Could it be that he was trying to trick me into eating shit?
Sure enough, the hearts of scholars are dirty...

What's more, this guy is very learned. I heard from the teacher in the clan school that "learned" is used to describe scholars who have read many books. So he must have a black heart.

But if it can really cure Big Sister, let alone three kilograms, even thirty kilograms can be eaten...

Thinking of this, I felt much better: "By the way, Second Sister, what's wrong with you today? Your voice sounds a little off."

Luo Tianyi's eyes drooped, and a hint of unnaturalness flashed across her pretty face: "My throat... is a little sore."

……

After re-entering the Duke's Mansion, although he was still depressed, the corners of Song Yan's mouth curled up slightly.

He finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"Master, this Luo family is truly delusional. A consumptive man actually wants to marry my Zhen'er. Zhen'er is such a young and heroic man, how could he possibly marry a woman who could die at any moment... What bad luck!"

In the reception room, after the Luo family left, Yang's expression immediately changed. She didn't even care when she saw Song Yan return. She just glanced at him calmly and said, "Song Yan, don't think that Luo Tianxuan is unworthy of you just because she has tuberculosis. After all, she is the eldest daughter of the Luo family. If you marry into her family, you will be the son-in-law of the Luo family and you will have everything you want."

"Even if that woman dies right after you get married, the Luo family will never treat you unfairly."

Look at what he said... It was obvious that he wanted her to marry into the family in place of Song Zhen, but he insisted that it was all for his own good.

Thoughts raced through his mind as Song Yan bowed his head in agreement. With his current status and strength, he had no right to resist. Even if he struggled a little… no, even if he just said a word in reply, he would likely be accused of disobeying his father or his stepmother, and deserved to be beaten to death.

So he could only give in first, marry into the Luo family honestly, and then find a way out.

After the Luo family sees the effect of isoniazid, even if he is a son-in-law, they probably won't treat him badly. At least he should have no problem living off his wife.

Leave the reception room and return to the courtyard.

Ever since his mother was poisoned to death, Song Yan has lived here alone. Although he is used to being alone, he still feels lonely sometimes.

My mother has been dead for six years.

To this day, Song Yan still doesn't understand why his mother, who had been mentally ill for many years, snatched the lunch like a madman and stuffed it into her mouth desperately that noon.

Eating while crying...

He clenched his fists subconsciously until he felt a sharp pain in his palms. Then he let out a long breath. He looked around, slipped into the hut, lifted a floor tile, and took out an ancient book with a yellowed cover.

"Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror"!
I hope this is a martial arts secret book. If you want to survive in this world, being strong yourself is the key. External forces will eventually become unreliable.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yan suppressed the restlessness in his heart, opened the cover, and just took a look. His expression instantly became a little weird.

The book didn't contain many words, but rather pictures, and they were in color. In this world, it was considered quite precious.

But the contents inside:

Outstanding!

Two swallows are flying!

Three beads of spring water!

Four Seasons Jade Vortex...

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