An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

After all, he was a doctor who studied under a famous family. It was as if he was looking at her through a X-ray machine. She lowered her eyes and replied softly, "Yes."

Gao Heng asked again, "Do you often exercise?"

The ladies living in the inner courtyard of a mansion usually do not move much, so their pulses are weak yet strong. However, the spleen deficiency has existed for a long time, and it is an internal symptom caused by years of irregular diet.

Sang Ling swallowed nervously again, "Yes, A Ling also felt that he was too fat, and he started exercising at night since May last year."

"Why at night?" Dr. Gao asked again and again.

She couldn't help but feel excited. If Gao Heng could interrogate her bit by bit, Ma's conspiracy would be better exposed.

So he glanced at Sang Feng'e beside him calmly and pretended to hesitate, "Because, because I don't want the servants in the garden to know. If they knew, the lady would come over the next day to ask a lot of questions, and I would arrange more food."

Some things don't need to be explained too clearly, the meaning is obvious.

Sang Feng'e froze, and her suspicions became more clear. She knew what kind of person Ma was. She could do such a thing back then, which showed how evil her heart was. But what she could not imagine was that she could do such a thing to her little daughter.

A Ling said that the small kitchen had been there since he could remember, and it could have been arranged when Ma entered the family.

Raising an ugly daughter, is it because you are afraid that the eldest daughter will be beautiful in the future and overshadow your own child?

She took a deep breath and suddenly had an unprecedented thought: There are quite a few women in Sangwu's backyard, but over the years, there has been no sign of an heir from Sangwu's backyard. It would be fine if one or two women couldn't get pregnant, but it's impossible that all of them couldn't get pregnant, right?

If Ma had such a plan and knew to raise an ugly stepdaughter, then the woman in the backyard who had not yet gotten pregnant must have been caused by her.

After all, it was a scandal in the backyard of a deep mansion. Sang Feng'e did not bring her suspicion to the surface. She could only stand up in silence and stand in the corridor for a while, letting the cool winter breeze blow away the restlessness in her heart.

Sang Ling then calmly withdrew his gaze from following Gao Heng, and saw Gao Heng taking out a scroll of bamboo slips from under the long desk, and writing something in a very eloquent manner.

Perhaps he realized that the person opposite was looking at him, so he smiled and explained to her, "I'll write you a prescription first, so that you can boil the medicine according to the prescription later."

Before he could respond, he saw Sang Feng'e looking back again.

A layer of gloom covered her aunt's brows, and she said in a cold voice, "No need to write. Ah Ling can stay here for the next few days and live and eat with me. Ah Man, when you prepare the medicine, give it directly to Wei Ai, and my people will boil it."

Since she already knew Ma's thoughts, she must not let A Ling go back to Qiu Garden.

If we continue to raise her like this, it will probably be difficult for her to get married in the future.

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Wei Ai, Sang Feng'e's confidant, immediately led several Gao family servants into Qiu Garden and took away Sang Ling's spare clothes.

Ah Qing only asked a brief question, but seeing the cold expression on the Gao family servant's face, she did not stop him any further - that eldest sister Sang had always been arrogant, and she was still the same even after she became the wife of the Gao family. She treated her brother's house as her own, and never had a good face to the lady.

Although she didn't dare to ask more questions openly, as soon as the Gao family's servants left, Ah Qing still went to Zhiyu Residence and told Madam Ma about it.

Ma then rushed to Qingxuetang.

"You come pretty quick." Upon seeing Ma, Sang Feng'e frowned, as if she was about to go and question her.

I’m afraid she won’t come.

Sang Ling knelt behind the screen and listened attentively to the war that was about to break out in the front hall.

"A Ling has been living well in Qiu Garden. If elder sister wants to bring her to live in Qingxue Hall, why take her clothes away with her? My daughter is still young, and I am afraid she will make trouble for elder sister." Ma talked while scratching her lice, her face still as warm as spring breeze.

Then I heard the person on the other side snort coldly, "Not only do I want to bring her clothes over, but I also want to take her with me when I return home tomorrow."

Sang Feng'e raised her eyebrows slightly and leaned on the table, with a look of obvious disdain on her face.

"What do you mean, elder sister?" Ma's eyebrows twitched for a moment.

I felt something was wrong when Sang Ling suddenly lost weight. I heard that she ate breakfast this morning reluctantly. Could it be that the girl knew something and told her aunt about it?

Halfway through thinking, he saw the person on the main seat tossing down a box of fragrant biscuits, "I'll save your face. Do you want to go and confess your guilt to Awu yourself, or wait for me to do it?"

Ma knew what was mixed in the incense, but even though she knew, she had to remain calm and pretend she didn't know. "What is this?"

Sang Ling, who was walking behind the barrier, couldn't help but slow down his breathing when he heard the crucial moment - before Sang Feng'e asked Wei Ai to go to Qiu Garden, she specifically mentioned this incense. If Gao Heng found out that there was nothing in it, it would be fine, but if there was really something mixed in, Sang Feng'e would be able to hold Ma's handle.

If the two of them could fight directly, it would be better than Ma focusing all her attention on her. She lowered her eyes and smiled softly, and the anger that had been held for half a year slowly came out of her chest.

"A Ling, come here." Gao Heng from the back hall suddenly called her.

Sang Ling resisted the urge to look back.

"You still dare to quibble!" Sang Feng'e slammed the table and stood up.

She trembled with joy and felt even more refreshed.

"A Ling."

Gao Heng's voice came again.

She held her breath for a moment, so she had no choice but to turn around and walk quickly to the back room. When she saw the handsome Dr. Gao again, she was no longer as frightened as before.

He didn't call out early or late, but just when the two women were confronting each other.

"Apart from your face, are there any other places where you have acne?" Doctor Gao asked her as he lowered his head over the desk and wrote a prescription on a piece of bamboo.

She thought about it, just like she was facing a doctor in a clinic. Once he asked her, her anger suddenly dissipated, and she had to answer honestly, "Some on my back."

“Itchy or not?”

"It's not bad."

"Do you usually have a bitter taste in your mouth?" Doctor Gao continued to ask, looking into her eyes and then at her face.

She subconsciously shrank her neck and said, "It's not bitter."

"Hand out."

It was time to take his pulse again, so she obediently knelt down opposite him and placed her hand on the pillow.

"Just now in the front hall, why did you panic?"

Is he talking about the pulse check in the front hall? Sang Ling's heart skipped a beat again. What else could it be about? Seeing a handsome young man, it was inevitable that his heart would be moved.

When facing a Chinese medicine doctor, your true feelings are really exposed. But if you deliberately lie about it, it will seem like you are covering up your mistakes.

She didn't answer.

Fortunately, Gao Heng did not ask any further, and instead asked her in detail about her arrangements for the past six months: how to exercise, how to control her diet - of course, he still gave some harsh criticism to the method of inducing vomiting.

Sang Ling just made some noises, and waited until Doctor Gao finished his consultation before quickly returning to the front hall.

Ma was no longer there. Sang Feng'e was sitting on a soft mat, staring at the lantern. She walked over carefully, sat down next to Sang Feng'e, and asked indirectly, "Aunt?"

"Ah, A Ling." Sang Feng'e seemed to have just come back to her senses.

Sang Ling couldn't help but observe the expression on her face carefully. There was no trace of the pride she had just now. Instead, she looked a little uneasy. She couldn't help but ask: What happened in the battle just now?

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

I could only pretend to be afraid and ask, "Madam, will you let me go back to the garden?"

Hearing this, Sang Feng'e sighed and touched the back of Sang Ling's head again, "No need, just follow me, and when we return to Gao Mansion, follow me too."

She was delighted, but she didn't know how Ma would back down - but if Ma had backed down, why would Sang Feng'e's face look so gloomy?

It's like something was lost.