After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Fang Nanzhi was a man of action. After introducing herself, she put down her medicine box and began taking pulses.

Madam Yun was full of doubts, not understanding why her husband had hired a young girl to treat her, and why she was so young.

But seeing that she had her eyes closed and was listening to her pulse with a serious expression, I decided not to disturb her.

Fang Nanzhi listened to the pulse for a while, then began to ask questions.

"Is production difficult?"

"The midwife said the baby was a bit too big. My wife suffered a lot during labor, and it was a long and difficult delivery."

The maid who answered was the one who served him personally.

Fang Nanzhi then asked, "What is the nature of the persistent lochia? Is it heavy? How often does it occur?"

The maid remembered these things even better than the mistress, and answered them one by one.

As the head maid who accompanied the bride, she secretly hoped that the lady would recover soon.

The lady and the master had a good relationship, and the backyard was unusually clean, without even a concubine.

However, that year, the lady had been refusing to share a room with the master multiple times due to persistent lochia.

The lady felt guilty and remorseful, and even considered taking a concubine for her husband.

Fortunately, the master was of good character and did not agree. But if the wife continued to be unwell and the couple could not consummate their marriage, even the deepest feelings would eventually run into problems.

Fang Nanzhi glanced at Lord Yun and the little girl who were guarding them, and then asked them to leave for a moment.

Lord Yun was puzzled, but he did not hesitate.

After they left, Fang Nanzhi asked, "Do you experience postpartum urinary incontinence, such as uncontrollable urination after a cough..."

Madam Yun blushed instantly, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment.

Incontinence is something adults find difficult to talk about, but it's really hard to control after childbirth; sometimes it happens when I get excited...

Fortunately, the young doctor was considerate and sent her husband and daughter away.

"Yes," Madam Yun said softly.

Fang Nanzhi had a general idea of ​​what was going on, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Madam Yun, may I take off your outer garment so I can examine you a little?"

Madam Yun looked up and met the little girl's clear eyes. There was no mockery or disdain in them, and this attitude made her relax unconsciously.

"Thank you for your help, Dr. Fang."

Madam Yun hesitated before speaking.

Fang Nanzhi then examined her, mainly pressing several points on her lower abdomen, and observed her expression.

After a flurry of activity, a maid brought over hot water, and Fang Nanzhi washed her hands.

"Madam Yun, do you want to treat this illness quickly, or is there no rush?"

Madam Yun was curious; there was such a way of asking questions.

"What is the difference between the two?"

"Treat it quickly. It needs acupuncture, massage, and medication. Hmm, I need to prescribe it every three days, so the medical expenses will be higher."

Fang Nanzhi was very serious.

Madam Yun was stunned. Medical expenses... Even though the Yun family was insignificant in the capital, they could still afford to hire a doctor.

"It's a slow process, so it depends on your own body. I'll prescribe some medicine for you and teach you a set of body exercises. If you practice according to the exercises, you'll be fine in three months. Actually, this way, your body can recover slowly, which is good for your physical constitution."

Fang Nanzhi explained it in great detail.

Madam Yun also felt her thoughtfulness.

"Then let's go with the latter."

Although it's slow, it's good for your health; you should always think about the long term.

She wanted to be with her husband for a long time, and had previously considered taking a concubine, but only because she couldn't serve him herself.

Now that she's cured, of course she should plan for a loving marriage.

For some reason, Dr. Fang acted so poised and confident that she had a real intuition that she could cure him.

Fang Nanzhi didn't say much, but wrote down the prescription and began to teach her the movement techniques.

This body movement was learned systematically from yoga. She felt it had some wonderful uses, and later discussed it with Mr. Zhou. They modified a few movements, making it a similar body movement to a flexible one.

Madam Yun and her maidservant followed along to learn, mainly because they were afraid that if their mistress forgot, the maidservant could remind her.

With this teaching and learning, half an afternoon had passed in no time.

Lord Yun was drinking tea in front when he noticed that Fang Nanzhi hadn't come out for a long time, and he thought that the lady's condition was not good.

He sent someone to inquire and learned that Fang Nanzhi was teaching the lady some kind of movement technique, so he could only wait patiently.

By the time Fang Nanzhi came out, it was nearly evening.

Lord Yun prepared an even more generous consultation fee, after all, it had taken up so much of their time.

"Thank you very much, Dr. Fang."

"It is a doctor's duty to treat and save lives. I will come back in three days to take your pulse and see how effective the medicine is."

Fang Nanzhi was a responsible doctor, and she was also very quick and efficient in her work, taking the heavy purse.

Yun Congsheng breathed a sigh of relief; he had originally planned to go for a follow-up appointment before asking for help.

Unexpectedly, Miss Fang, though from a wealthy family, was also a responsible doctor; they had all misunderstood her.

Yun Congsheng personally saw the person out of the mansion. As he watched the general's carriage drive away, for some reason, his gaze fell on Uncle Yuan, who was driving the carriage.

An honest-looking old man with calloused hands, the kind of calluses only martial artists have.

Looking at the guards following him, Yun Congsheng sighed inwardly, realizing that it wasn't easy for the Fang family to raise a daughter.

He turned and went back to the mansion. He went to the backyard to see his wife first. He saw that his wife had a gentle expression and seemed to be in a good mood, so he also felt happy.

Madam Yun was very curious about Fang Nanzhi.

Yun Congsheng didn't hide anything and explained Fang Nanzhi's identity to her in detail.

Madam Yun became somewhat uneasy.

"She's the Fang family's daughter. I apologize for not being a good host to her on her first visit."

General Fang's niece is of high status; I heard she is favored by the Crown Prince and possesses a powerful jade pendant.

Such a person is considered a distinguished guest to the Yun family.

"It's alright. I think Miss Fang only sees herself as a doctor. If you treat her like a distinguished guest, she will feel uncomfortable."

Yun Congsheng had already figured it out.

This Miss Fang is a very perceptive person. When she comes to treat patients, she truly acts like a doctor and doesn't overthink things.

After comforting his wife, Yun Congsheng headed to his study, as he still had official business to attend to that day.

As soon as he entered the study, Yun Congsheng sensed something was wrong.

His study was off-limits even to servants; he personally managed everything.

Therefore, Yun Congsheng knew exactly where everything was, but as soon as he entered, he sensed that something was wrong.

His gaze swept around the study before finally settling on the table, where a new letter lay.

He reached out and picked it up, seeing the familiar signature on it.

Yun Congsheng's gaze turned colder.

Strangely enough, strange things happened around him this past month.

I received three consecutive letters from someone named "Fellow Traveler".

The first time was when he was drinking at a restaurant, an arrow pierced the pillar next to him, the arrowhead carrying a message.

The second time, an envelope was found in his usual carriage.

This is the third time.

Yun Congsheng slowly sat down in the chair, looked at the envelope in his hand, pondered for a long time, and then opened it.

The first half of the letter still invited him to meet, have drinks, and discuss important matters.

Like the previous two letters, but he wasn't a madman, so why would he go to meet someone of unknown identity?

The latter half of the letter not only straightened his back but also chilled him to the bone.

"Lord Yun, now that you hold a high official position and enjoy a beautiful wife by your side, do you still remember the deaths of your biological parents?"

"Your enemy is still high above you. I'm afraid you have no hope of revenge in this lifetime."

"The Wang family and Lord Yun are like towering trees. How long will Lord Yun endure and lie low?"

"So that you may know, sir, that we have no ill intentions and are only here to help you."

After a few words, Yun Congsheng's face darkened.

Who exactly knows his real secret?

Outsiders all assumed he was the son of a local gentry, but little did they know that the gentry was his uncle.

His biological parents died long ago.

Yun Congsheng closed his eyes, as if he had returned to that small county town, to his parents going to check on the farm, to the fertile land being forcibly seized, and then to his parents' mangled corpses...

Fearing retaliation against him, his uncle orchestrated a fire, publicly claiming he had burned to death, and then registered the body under his own name.

These secrets were unknown even to his wife. How did the messenger know them?

Yun Congsheng closed his eyes and recalled everything he had done in the years since he came to Beijing.

He was low-key, capable, and tactful, but his official rank was not high. He had never had much contact with powerful families like the Wang family. So who was targeting him?

This letter is both an attempt to win someone over and a threat.

Why does the other party want him to do something by repeatedly asking him to meet?

Do you really want to help him bring down the Wang family?

Yun Congsheng clenched his fists. Did he hate? Of course he hated, but it was a hatred hidden deep in his heart, one he dared not reveal in the slightest.

Compared to a powerful family like the Wang clan, a minor official like him was at most an insignificant ant, easily crushed with a single step.

The hatred that filled his chest was so intense it could devour one's very bones, but Yun Congsheng, who had endured it for many years, suppressed it in an instant.

He has a family, so we cannot act rashly.

The motives of those behind this are unclear, and he cannot act impulsively and become a pawn in their game.

Yun Congsheng quickly calmed down, stroked the letter, and finally lit the candle himself and burned the letter.

He should meet the person, but he can't be too passive.

Fang Nanzhi returned to the mansion somewhat wearily. Uncle Yuan stopped at the second gate, clearly having something to say.

"Uncle Yuan?"

"Miss, something's wrong with the Yun family. They have some very skilled bodyguards who sneak out. This old servant sensed something was amiss and had them quietly taken down," Uncle Yuan reported in a low voice, bowing slightly.

Fang Nanzhi was stunned.

"Is that person a secret guard from the Yun family?"

"Judging from his demeanor and expression at the time, it shouldn't be him."

Yuan Bo is a veteran bodyguard; his observation skills are even better than An Mei's.

Furthermore, not everyone can afford to keep secret guards; it's already quite an achievement for ordinary officials to keep their own guards.

Training secret guards is a one-in-a-hundred job, requiring a tremendous amount of manpower and effort. With Yun Congsheng's abilities, he simply doesn't have enough to support secret guards.

"So those are bad guys, targeting the Yun family? Why didn't you say so earlier? It would have been much better to just hand them over to Lord Yun."

Fang Nanzhi had no intention of meddling in the Yun family's affairs for no reason.

She has enough trouble of her own.

Yuan Bo remained silent.

He had a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. He was originally going to report it, but for some reason, he felt deep down that he should take the person back.

"Never mind, Uncle Yuan, you should go and rest."

It's too late to say anything more now that we've already brought them back.

Fang Nanzhi didn't know what to do with the man, so she went to her father and second uncle and handed him over to them.

Fang Yin and Fang Tong are not as naive as she is. Yun Congsheng's official position is insignificant in the capital. What is there for others to covet?

Why didn't I think about it earlier or later, but I had to wait until it came knocking on my door and then I encountered it?

They probably did something at the Yun residence so that Zhizhi could go for another checkup and then use it against her.

So the two of them didn't hesitate to interrogate the people they had arrested.

If there's a mistake, just check it out and then hand it over to Lord Yun.

Fang Nanzhi stopped caring about the matter and went to have her meal.

Today we had hot pot at home. The broth was something my second aunt got from the cook at the Meng family mansion, and it made the meat especially delicious.

The whole family ate until they were sweating profusely; it was so delicious that they simply couldn't stop eating.

After eating, she and Qin Yan went for a walk to digest their food.

"Brother, I heard that this year it's been very cold, with several snowstorms in a row. Some houses near the capital have collapsed under the weight of the snow. To prevent snow disasters, they're going to select people from your Imperial Academy to help out in the nearby county governments?"

Actually, it was a training exercise for the students of the Imperial College, to let them experience real-world situations.

Otherwise, if they spend their days in the corrupt environment of the Imperial College talking about politics without knowing how to be practical, then all that teaching will be in vain.

"Yes, I think I'll be chosen." Qin Yan was quite confident.

The Master said that the students to be selected were those who ranked at the top of their respective classes.

When Qin Yan first entered the Imperial Academy, he dared not say that he was different from some of the top students.

It's not that he lacks intelligence, but that he lacks resources. He had never seen many ancient books before, so he was a bit clueless.

But once he entered the Imperial Academy, he was like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, making rapid progress every day and striving to close the gap with those people.

He already ranked third in this month's monthly exam.

Qin Yan's outstanding skills and hard work deterred even those who looked down on him from causing trouble.

At the Imperial Academy, he was merely the stepson of a minor official of the eighth rank, making him an easy target for bullying.

Unfortunately, he was not someone to be trifled with, and he also had two other not-so-friendly friends. Later, he gained the favor of the Master and finally settled down.

"How do you plan to prevent this?"

Fang Nanzhi was curious.

Judging from the current situation, it's not quite accurate to say that the imperial court has sent people to provide disaster relief, but if the heavy snow continues, then problems will arise.

"I don't know, we should listen to the arrangements of the local county government." Qin Yan shook his head. "However, I estimate that the city will start with places like charitable halls, repair the area, count the local beggars, and bring them in, so that there won't be any frozen corpses on the road."

"As for the villages, we can only rely on persuasion."

Advise people to clear the snow promptly and not to leave behind a future problem due to laziness.

Advise people to check their houses; if they find any that are not sturdy, suggest they stay overnight at a relative's house beforehand.

We can't exactly help people build houses; the imperial court doesn't have the financial resources for that.

Fang Nanzhi listened and felt that this method was somewhat unreliable.

She looked up at the sky and said, "I wonder if the Imperial Observatory can calculate when it will snow or something."

Qin Yan looked up at the sky and saw a dark shadow flash across the rooftop.

He immediately pulled his sister back a step, and then they heard the sound of weapons clashing.

The brother and sister exchanged a glance. The assassins were here again!

Qin Yan pulled his sister along and hid in the nearest house.

The brother and sister locked the door from the inside, pushed a table over to block it, and then hid together behind the cabinet.

This is to prevent arrows from being shot in.

Qin Yan drew his longsword and watched the doorway warily.

However, the guards of the Fang residence were not to be underestimated, especially with the Crown Prince's secret guards protecting them, and even the two people sent by Jin Yunting were there.

The sounds of fighting quickly subsided, followed by a series of footsteps in the courtyard.

"Yan-ge'er, Zhi-zhi!"