The Prime Minister's delicate wife can control her husband

"Who are you? You are blocking my way! Get out of here right now."

The people from Jinzhi Tower rode their horses, looked down at Jingyang and shouted.

Seeing that he was indifferent, she said, "Are you deaf or don't understand what I'm saying?"

"The one who wants to kill you!" Jing Yang turned around and stabbed horizontally and vertically, and the man suddenly fell to the ground.

The other nine people looked at each other and said, "Hahaha, how arrogant!"

Yang Yang ignored them and felt the jade bottle on the fallen man, "No!"

He suddenly drew his sword and ran towards someone. The person who had laughed the loudest just now was killed by Jing Yang by slitting his throat before he could finish laughing.

The eyes of the other eight people instantly became solemn, and the subtle sound of swords being drawn from their waists could be heard clearly.

In front of the eight people, he searched his body again and said, "Found it!"

He put the green jade bottle on his waist, picked up the man's long sword, and blew a whistle in the direction of Yan Lang.

"You two are coming together, or?"

The eight men exchanged glances, and two of them bypassed Jingyang and pointed their swords at Yan Lang.

Just as they were about to approach Yan Sheng, two swords came flying from behind and pierced their chests. The two men turned over in their dying moments and saw Jing Yang's face clearly.

"You...you are Yidao Jingyang, a serious criminal of the imperial court, and the martial arts champion three years ago."

After hearing what the two said, the remaining six people decided to retreat.

"You five help me stop him. I will go back and report to the owner."

The man was about to turn around and mount his horse to attack, but Yan Lang drew his bow and drew his arrow.

"Swish!" The sound of an arrow cutting through the air flew over the heads of the five people.

"puff!"

The rider fell to the ground.

"Jingyang, you have to act quickly!" Yan Lang said behind the woods.

"Yes!"

Jingyang continued to search the six people, but only found four secret medicines. He took off the tokens on them and handed them to Yan Sheng.

Looking at the dozens of tokens, nine are yellow and one is green, "It seems that Fangzhou County is really home to hidden talents. Let's hurry back to Xingwen County and save my wife."

As the blood in the abdominal cavity was cleared, the pain made the girl's whole body numb, and she was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Doctor! Help me sew up the wound."

When the doctor from the outer gate heard Jiao Niang's words, he gently pushed the screen door open, and saw blood clots on the ground. He immediately asked Song Feng's men to prepare some blood-replenishing products such as red dates.

"Ma'am, bear with me while I sew up your wound."

The man used his unskilled technique to complete the stitching under Jiaoniang's instruction. "Thank...thank you, doctor."

The doctor bowed and walked out, reminding the boy outside, "Restorate!"

Jiao Niang lay on the bed and put the medical equipment hidden in the quilt back into the waste box in the space. "I hope I will never need it again in my life here."

After counting the remaining medical equipment in the space, it was found that they were only enough for three surgeries.

"I don't know where Yan Sheng has gone. I'm in this state, but he still doesn't come to see me? He has no spirit of cooperation."

Song Fengren heard Jiao Niang's complaints through the crack in the door and laughed secretly with his hands covering his mouth.

"You haven't seen your husband for just a few hours, and you're already missing him?!"

Hearing Song Fengren joking outside the door, he waved to her to come in and talk with him.

"I don't miss him!"

Jiao Niang rolled her eyes at Song Fengren, "I just want to look at the handsome guy to divert my attention!"

Song Fengren didn't believe her.

"You and he are both from Zuiyanlou?" Jiao Niang suddenly asked in a low voice.

Song Fengren just nodded in acknowledgement. She didn't want anyone else to discover their identities, except Jiao Niang.

"Okay~ Can you tell me how Yan Lang joined Zuiyanlou?"

"You want to know?" Song Fengren stared at Jiaoniang's eager eyes, "He and I have only met a few times. You can ask him for the specifics~"

Jiao Niang could understand what Song Fengren meant, and changed the subject, "Where is he now? He hasn't come to see me for such a long time."

Song Fengren was afraid that Jiaoniang would worry, so he evaded the question by saying that he was dealing with the Zuiyanlou mission.

"Is it a dangerous mission? I heard you pacing back and forth outside the door, looking like you were worried about something."

"It's just a small task. Take care of yourself now and hold on until Master Yan comes back."

"I'm well now. I just need to rest for a few months."

Hearing Jiao Niang's answer, Song Fengren couldn't believe it and shouted outside the door.

"Doctor Zhang, come and see if Madam is really well!"

The doctor felt Jiaoniang's pulse and relaxed his brows. "Madam's pulse is only weak now, but there is no sign of blood regurgitation."

After hearing what he said, Song Fengren was worried and asked him to measure the other hand, and the answer was the same.

Song Fengren still pestered Doctor Zhang to confirm again and again.

"Master Song! You must believe in my twenty years of experience as a doctor in the palace. Madam's pulse is indeed weak now. She will be fine if she takes care of herself."

Song Fengren felt miserable. He wanted to ask his junior brother to take the pill back so that he could brag about it in front of Jiao Niang and bring them closer together.

"It seems that everything Junior Brother did tonight was in vain, and even made Jiao Niang feel that he didn't care about her. What sin have I committed?"

Doctor Zhang took a pill from his medical box and said, "Madam, this is a pill developed by our Imperial Hospital to regulate qi and blood. It will be of great benefit to your body if you take it."

Jiao Niang took the pill and smelled it, muttering to herself, "Isn't this Wuji Baifeng Pill?"

"Doctor Zhang, this pill of yours is made of black chicken, donkey-hide gelatin, turtle shell, oyster, silkworm cocoon, ginseng... grind it and pour it into a mold to solidify and knead it together?"

Hearing Jiao Niang's words, Doctor Zhang's eyes lit up, "Madam is amazing! You guessed about 70% of it just by sniffing it, but we use donkey skin to boil it."

When Jiao Niang heard his proud answer, she smiled and couldn't blame him. How did he know that donkey-hide gelatin was made from donkey skin?

Jiao Niang then gave him some popular science, saying that this pill should be stewed with black chicken to achieve its maximum medicinal effect, and asked him to go back to the Imperial Hospital and ask the people in the imperial kitchen to make it.

"Madam, you are joking. I have retired from the Imperial Hospital for many years! Now I am just practicing medicine in Xingwen County."

Jiao Niang looked like she was in her 40s or 50s, "You're retiring at such a young age?"

Song Fengren signaled Jiaoniang not to continue, "It seems that the doctor also has a story?"

"Madam, do you know any medicine?" Doctor Zhang tactfully changed the subject.

"I have memorized prescriptions for a few years at home. Compared with you, I am like a firefly to the bright moon." Jiao Niang answered modestly.

"May I see the prescription you wrote for Shopkeeper Yan?"

"A prescription for my great uncle?!"

Jiao Niang couldn't remember it for a moment, but when she saw Doctor Zhang take out the prescription from his medicine box, she remembered it - it was a prescription for tonsillitis.

Then he thought about it carefully and said, "No, why do you have this prescription?"

"The host sent someone to give it to me, but I have made some improvements based on your prescription. Please take a look, madam."

Jiao Niang took the original prescription from Dr. Zhang and immediately figured out what was going on!

"How dare you, Yan Sheng, still doubt me? I can't even continue this fake marriage."