The passers-by are vicious

As the night deepened, in Yaoguang Garden, Jiang Wanwan and Song Qiyuan were sitting upright on the couch. They were the only two people in the room.

After they first met in the corridor and were carried back to the courtyard, it was the first time they sat together and both felt a little uneasy.

Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere was different, Song Qiyuan looked intently at Jiang Wanwan, who looked a little sick, and said, "I know you are weak, and I have arranged for the imperial physician to come to your residence tomorrow to examine you."

"Thank you for your concern, my lord." Jiang Wanwan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and nodded gently.

When she is quiet, her already beautiful face is like a delicate flower reflected in the water, fascinating.

Song Qiyuan noticed that her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was always a trace of worry between her brows. He couldn't help but ask with concern: "But what are you worried about?"

Then, as if remembering something, he said, "Speaking of which, Wanwan's brother seems to have also participated in the imperial examination. I have already decided on a position for him. I will first let him serve as a deputy minister of the Ministry of Personnel to gain experience for a year."

Speaking of her brother's official position, Jiang Wanwan indeed looked up at Song Qiyuan, her eyes flickering with joy: "If I remember correctly, the Personnel Department's Deputy Director is a sixth-rank official position. My brother's literary talent is mediocre, how can he be worthy of this position."

After saying this, he seemed a little worried and couldn't help but frowning slightly, and the sick look between his brows looked even more broken.

Song Qiyuan's eyes dimmed. He stretched out his arm and grabbed her hand on her lower abdomen, clenching it slightly. Although the movement was not heavy, one could feel his calmness.

"Since you can pass the imperial examination, you are worthy of her. You don't need to worry. I will take care of everything."

The beauty seemed to be moved, tears trickled down her cheeks, and she cried before she could speak: "Thank you, my Lord."

She was so delicate and obviously sick, yet like the pear blossoms floating in the yard, beautiful and fragile, which made people feel pity for her.

Song Qiyuan stretched out his fingers to gently wipe away her tears, as if cherishing them as if they were a fragile gem. His usually indifferent brows seemed to soften, and there was restraint in his dark and deep eyes.

Jiang Wanwan frowned slightly, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at Song Qiyuan with a hint of affection: "I am crying with joy, I hope you will not be offended, Lord."

As she spoke, she leaned on the man's shoulder and whispered softly, "It's late, it's time..."

After saying this, panic flashed in her eyes and she looked at Song Qiyuan with wet eyes. She immediately lowered her head, her cheeks flushed with red, and she looked extremely beautiful.

Seeing her like this, Song Qiyuan was moved. His throat was dry and he said, "Indeed, let's take a rest."

His already dark eyes became even deeper, as if carrying a hint of danger. His slender, bony fingers hooked open the ribbon beside the bed, and the light blue veil fell down, covering the figures of the two people.

A pair of big hands pressed down on the pale wrist, and the pretty Furong's face flushed.

The candles in the room went out in the second half of the night, leaving only the sound of the two people's heartbeats in the house.

.........

The next day, Song Qiyuan embraced Jiang Wanwan with a gentle aura, and the hands that had always been used to review official documents took a pen to draw her eyebrows.

It was not until a servant came to tell him that a minister came to discuss something with him that he reluctantly left.

Not long after Song Qiyuan left, someone led a young imperial physician in dark blue clothes into the yard, holding a medicine box in his hand.

The young imperial physician was dressed in a royal blue official uniform. He was tall and thin, with a handsome face that looked like flowing clouds and as gentle as beautiful jade.

His eyes were clear and gentle, like a pool of spring water, and he exuded a faint herbal fragrance, making people feel quiet and comfortable.

Jiang Wanwan was leaning on the bed. Although there was a layer of gauze between them, she could tell from his outline that he was a handsome man. She was only slightly surprised for a moment before she stretched out her weak white arm.

The young doctor was stunned for a moment, then gently placed a white handkerchief on the wrist before lowering his fingers to feel the pulse.

"Madam, this is a weakness that you have had since your mother's womb. You were not able to take good care of yourself before, and now..."

When Bier heard this, she immediately asked anxiously, "Doctor Liu, can my aunt's illness be cured?"

"Warming and nourishing is the best method. It is difficult to cure the root cause. I will do my best to treat it."

Liu Benchu ​​seemed to be able to feel the coolness of the jade wrist through the isolation of the handkerchief. His eyes trembled slightly, and he felt inexplicably that he could not help but say more: "Madam seems to be sentimental, so please relax."

Jiang Wanwan leaned on the couch and couldn't help but cover her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed lightly.

"Ahem, my body is not strong enough and I always think too much. I will trouble the imperial physician to take care of me from now on."

The gentle female voice reached Liu Benchu's ears through the veil, making his heart beat faster and his handsome eyebrows, which were always gentle, moving slightly.

"I will do my best to treat him."

Liu Benchu, who was carrying the medicine box and preparing to leave with the servants, couldn't help but look back before walking out of the house.

Just then, a breeze blew in from the window, lifting the blue gauze curtain, revealing a delicate figure leaning on the bed.

The woman had her black hair tied up and only a few jade ornaments were pinned on her hair. Her lips were light in color with a touch of vermilion. Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, with a light pupil color. Her skin was as white as snow, a sickly white color that came from not seeing the sun for years.

As if feeling the gaze, those autumn-water eyes glanced slightly. Although there was no emotion in those light pupils, it made Liu Benchu's whole heart waver.

"Doctor Liu, this way please."

"Oh, okay." It was not until the servant called out in confusion that Liu Benchu ​​finally reacted. His handsome face, as handsome as clouds and jade, blushed involuntarily. He hurriedly followed the servant out of the yard. As he walked away, he couldn't help but look at the sign of Yaoguang Garden.

Fortunately, someone cooked the medicine according to the prescription left by the imperial physician and brought it to Jiang Wanwan.

Before Jiang Wanwan could pick up the medicine bowl, she was stopped by the newly assigned maid Yun'er. She understood pharmacology and immediately said, "Madam, this does not seem to be the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician."

Jiang Wanwan didn't look surprised: "It seems that Madam can't sit still anymore, so she came up with such a bad idea."

She looked at the bowl of black and bitter medicine and was about to pick it up, but Yuner quickly stopped her, saying, "Madam, you can't do that. You are already weak. If you take this medicine, you will... "

But Jiang Wanwan interrupted him with a wave of her hand: "I'm not that stupid. Ask someone to send the medicine to Aunt Wan."

Jiang Wanwan handed the medicine to Yuner, her sickly eyes were cold and she said, "She wanted to use me as a banner to fight with Madam before, so I will give her a taste of her own medicine."

"It's better to let her drink it so that she can get along better with the lady."

The ending seems to carry endless tenderness.