To support exiled officials, start by worshipping the God of Wealth

The woman leaned delicately on the bed, "Sir, you don't have to worry about me anymore. I, I can't possibly get better. If you dislike me, I'll leave now."

As he said this, he was about to lift up the quilt.

But he held his stomach and coughed violently.

Song Wang said: "Miss Qiao, you should lie down quickly."

Jiusu walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed. Just as he was about to put his hand on the woman's wrist, she took it back.

Qiao Hongyu said, "Sir, can you please go out first?"

Song Wang hesitated for a few seconds, then turned around and left.

After a moment, Jiusu saw that she didn't show her wrist, and frowned slightly: "Please stretch out your hand, I will check your pulse."

"Do you have a famous doctor?" Qiao Hongyu asked arrogantly, turning her wrist. Seeing the female doctor shook her head, she laughed with an unclear meaning, "So you are a miscellaneous doctor? You must be very tired as a woman, right?"

Jiusu's eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed, "Of course I'm tired."

Qiao Hongyu said, "I have an opportunity now, do you want it? As long as you help me conceal my illness, after I marry Lord Song, I will promote you to be my female doctor. If there is a chance, I will send you to the Imperial Hospital. Think about it, being an imperial physician in the Imperial Hospital is an honor, not to mention being a female physician? How much more will you be loved by the concubines in the harem?"

Jiusu shook his head and said, "Don't think too much. How many people want to marry into the Song family? Do you have a legitimate reason to do so?"

Qiao Hongyu touched her belly, raised the corners of her mouth, and said with determination.

"Because a few days ago, I took Lord Song's place in the cold sea water for a whole day and night, and I couldn't get pregnant. He is a gentleman and will definitely take responsibility."

Jiusu asked: "Since you really can't have children, why are you afraid of me diagnosing you?"

Qiao Hongyu rolled her eyes. Doctors are really hard to deceive. A man can slander her and insult her innocence, but this is a woman.

"Of course it's fake. Do you want to cooperate? Stop talking so much. Come on."

Jiusu stood up and asked, "What if I don't agree?"

Qiao Hongyu narrowed her eyes, revealing murderous intent: "Then I will kill you and your entire family."

"You...Isn't it enough that I agree?" Jiusu said fearfully, "Actually, I'm not a serious doctor. It was Master Song who said that whoever cures you will be given 100 taels of silver. I came here just for the money."

Qiao Hongyu said disdainfully: "Is this true or false?"

Jiusu took out the cream that she had prepared long ago from the wooden box: "Beautiful and charming Miss Qiao, would you like to have a shoulder beauty treatment? I guarantee that your skin will be white and translucent, and more beautiful than the fairies in the paintings!"

"how much is it?"

"Twelve taels."

"So expensive?"

"Hey, you can't say that. If you can become the wife of the Song family, what is ten taels of silver?"

Qiao Hongyu thought so too and said, "Okay."

Jiusu smiled and said, "Please take off your clothes."

"Do I have to take off my clothes?" She frowned, somewhat reluctantly.

Jiusu said helplessly: "Do you want to maintain the clothes?"

Hearing this, Qiao Hongyu could only turn around reluctantly. When the cold cream touched her body, she shuddered violently, and the clothes on her back were suddenly pulled off.

"Ah? What are you doing?"

Jiusu hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, I thought you were going to fall, so I wanted to help you up."

After one stick of incense, the neck care is completed.

Qiao Hongyu stretched comfortably, and she looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, very comfortable, I see my neck is a lot whiter, I will tell Mr. Song to let you come here to take care of me in the future."

Later? There is still a later.

Jiusu said calmly, "It's my honor to serve you. I'll leave first."

Out of the monitored yard.

Four people gathered together.

Song Wang kept winking at Jiusu. Didn’t they agree just now that he would tell her the truth and she would help him investigate the enemy, but there was a condition: that was before the truth was revealed.

Can't tell anyone.

Forget about Jiang Jing. He was afraid that Qiu Man, a girl from a young age, wouldn't be able to withstand these conspiracies and plots.

He asked in a deep voice: "Master Jiu, this is a public place with many eyes and ears!"

Jiusu blinked. She was pinching Jiang Jing's fingers, her mind full of only these slender hands. She had never been in a relationship before, so she didn't know how great it would be to have a boyfriend in ancient costume who was fair-skinned, had beautiful hands and was handsome.

Well, it’s all thanks to the time-travel craze.

"Master Song, don't you have something to say to Manman?"

Song Wang stared intently, and took Qiu Man, who was expecting him, outside. Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, he said metaphorically: "I, Song Wang, am like this snow..."

"It's just as cold." Qiu Man nodded. Seeing that his expression was a little stiff, she immediately added, "But the snow is pure, just like Lord Song. Standing here, it is the moonlight."

Song Wang lowered his eyes, gently stroked the snow on the railing, and drew a mark with his finger.

"Lift off this layer of snow, and you'll find dirty mud. Qiu Man, stay away from me, or you'll be targeted, pinned to the ground and severely humiliated, and that won't be a pleasant experience. There are plenty of good men in Shengjing, and I'm not the only one left."

He looked up and saw Qiu Man's face full of smiles, and frowned in confusion.

Is this child frightened?

"why are you laughing?"

Qiu Man stopped smiling and asked, "You ignore me not because you like someone else or hate me, but because you're afraid that I'll get hurt, right?"

Song Wang said: "I am fair and selfless, but I am also envied by many enemies. As long as I make the slightest mistake, they will come and step on me, including my future wife."

Qiu Man frowned and asked in confusion.

"Are you never going to get married in this life?"

"That's fine." Song Wang had only felt the desire for sex for a moment when he was in Lingcheng, but he kept it to himself. "I'm busy with official duties all day long, so I don't have to get married."

Qiu Man sat on the porch, leaning back, kicking happily with her feet off the ground.

"Song Wang, I like someone and I am willing to face the darkness with him. You are young and promising, but I am not bad either. It doesn't matter. I don't care. I am the sister of the Crown Princess and the daughter of the Marquis. Who dares to step on me? With me here, no one dares to touch you."

She stood up and patted the man on the shoulder twice.

"You go do your thing, I fully support you."

Song Wang's chest rose and fell, and his heart seemed to be struck by several thunders. He turned around and watched Qiu Man skipping back to Jiusu, and he chuckled.

"Who is blindfolded?"

Go back again.

Jiusu told exactly what happened.

Qiu Man snorted: "This woman is so bad!"

Song Wang said: "In the past few days, I have sent many maids to find out nothing. Master Jiu, can you really see clearly? There is indeed a butterfly pattern on her back?"

"I see it clearly." Jiusu said, "Is the butterfly pattern some kind of organization?"

Song Wang nodded: "There have been some murders in the past few days, and the bodies of the dead were painted with butterfly patterns. Just when I was tracking a suspect, the suspect disappeared, but Qiao Hongyu appeared. She approached me, and she must have some purpose."

Qiu Man said happily: "So that's how it is."

Jiang Jing said: "I heard that when Madam Yang died, there was also a butterfly pattern on her wrist."