Favoring the concubine and killing the wife? She divorced the concubine and lived with her concubine

It was already very late at night, with only a few oil lamps lit in the hall.

The servant had actually summoned the village doctor late at night. He was incredibly dedicated, treating Li Si's wound and applying some plaster. He then went to Xiao Lan's room to check on her ankle, finding it merely a sprain. Aside from applying some plaster, there wasn't much else he could do.

Xiao Lan gave the doctor a silver ingot, but he refused to take it. After much persuasion, he finally accepted it. The landlady invited the doctor to stay overnight to save everyone from an uncomfortable night. The doctor, feeling embarrassed to accept the silver, carefully applied medicine to both Yu Lao and Liu Hu's wounds before retiring.

Xiao Lan and Fang Qingqing shared a room, and the two children slept with Mother Xu and Xiaobai.

After a rough day, Fang Qingqing wanted to show Xiao Lan her back. Xiao Lan offered a few polite words, and Fang Qingqing went on a date with Zhou Gong...

Xiao Lan had fallen asleep soundly in the carriage just now, but now she couldn't fall asleep...

She wanted to see how serious the injury on her back was, so she unbuttoned her clothes and looked in the bronze mirror, but she could see nothing.

With a sigh, she pulled her clothes back on, but heard a voice outside the door, "Xiao Lan..."

The oil lamp in Xiao Lan's room was still on, but as if she was guilty, she quickly turned off the light when she heard Su Ze's voice.

"I miss you..." Su Ze's voice rang out in the empty air outside the door. It was like thunder in Xiao Lan's ears and could be heard throughout the corridor.

Xiao Lan was shocked and opened the door instantly, only to see Su Ze with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Aren't you ashamed?" Xiao Lan questioned, frowning and looking unhappy.

"No, why should I be ashamed to tell the truth?"

Xiao Lan said nothing. He turned his head to look at Fang Qingqing who was still sleeping soundly, took a step forward and closed the door behind him.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to rest?"

Su Ze reached out and straightened Xiao Lan's clothes, which had fallen off her shoulders in a hurry. "You are quite generous."

Xiao Lan glanced at his clothes and just looked at him without saying a word.

"I'll apply medicine for you." Su Ze opened his palm and saw a small porcelain bottle.

"I've applied medicine." Xiao Lan looked at the porcelain bottle. It didn't look like it was given by the doctor.

Su Ze raised his hands and held her horizontally in his arms, then went to his room.

Xiao Lan felt helpless. "I just sprained my ankle, I'm not disabled. Is it appropriate for you to carry me around like this?"

"He hugged her too." Su Ze said in a deep voice, somewhat displeased.

Xiao Lan was speechless. "I don't want to struggle because it will disturb others. Can you put me down?"

"No..." Su Ze refused.

"Your wrist is pressing against my back." Xiao Lan was dissatisfied. It really hurt.

"Being there soon."

The charcoal fire in Su Ze's house was burning very brightly, and Xiao Lan just felt hot.

"If the doctor goes to your room, you won't be able to let him examine the wound on your back. Not long after he left, there was no sound in your room. Miss Qing must have fallen asleep. He only had enough time to massage your ankle. Did you neglect your back?"

"Are you a pervert? Just listening to the noises in my room?" Xiao Lan limped to the stool, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Let me take a look at your back." Su Ze took out the plaster again. "This is the medicine that Xu Yi gave me before we left home to remove dead tissue and regenerate new flesh. It might be effective."

Xiao Lan glanced at the medicine bottle and asked, "Where did the rot come from in the middle of winter?"

"Grow new flesh!" Su Ze said, and stretched out his hand towards Xiao Lan, but paused in mid-air, a little at a loss.

Xiao Lan looked at him, and he looked at Xiao Lan.

Finally Xiao Lan compromised. Her back hurt so much and she really wanted to know what was going on.

"Okay, take a look, is it broken? I feel pain in my bones, but I don't know if the skin is broken... Fang Qingqing said she would sleep as soon as she said so..." She chattered in a long-winded manner to ease the awkwardness, hung her coat on her shoulders, unbuttoned her inner clothes, and pulled her collar back as far as possible.

Su Ze watched Xiao Lan's movements quietly. He was prepared for every move, but it seemed beyond his expectations.

"Can you see it? Is the skin broken?" Xiao Lan couldn't help but ask when she heard no movement behind her.

"Ah."

Su Ze's voice was low, and Xiao Lan could tell something was wrong. She reached out and pulled her clothes back, "Let's ask Fang Qingqing to take a look tomorrow."

However, Su Ze grabbed the back of the collar and stopped Xiao Lan.

"It hurts badly."

"How badly? Is it broken?" Xiao Lan turned around and asked curiously.

Su Ze gently turned Xiao Lan's head away and said, "You can't see, so be quiet. I'll apply the medicine to you."

What he saw were the bruises on Xiao Lan's back and the tiny blood scabs, which must have been worn away. Fortunately, there were no big grooves.

He tried to keep his eyes focused only on the hands, but he couldn't help but glance at the fair skin.

Su Ze lowered his head and opened the small porcelain bottle in his palm. He scooped out some ointment with his fingertips and gently applied it on the soft and tragic back.

Xiao Lan shuddered from the stimulation of the cold plaster. She straightened her back but it hurt again. "Hiss..." She couldn't help but gasp.

Su Ze paused, "I'll be gentler..." His fingertips fell on the warm skin again, moving further down along the thin and obvious bone.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt..." Xiao Lan answered instinctively.

Su Ze said nothing, but used a little force to apply the remaining ointment on his hand to the shallowest part of the bruise. Even this made Xiao Lan scream in pain, "It hurts!"

"It hurts, so why do you always pretend not to hurt?" Su Ze said stubbornly, but he felt a little regretful about the prank he had just played.

"I can bear it!" Xiao Lan was in pain from being pressed just now, and her tone was unfriendly.

He knelt on one knee behind her and blew gently on the wound. "Does it still hurt?"

Su Ze's breath was warm, making Xiao Lan feel itchy. When she struggled, she pulled the wound again. Instantly, she got angry and stood up and ripped her clothes, "Are you going to put on the medicine or not?"

"wipe……"

Finally, the medicine was applied, making Xiao Lan sweat profusely and Su Ze feel very confused.

Xiao Lan straightened her clothes and turned to look at Su Ze, who was lowering his head to cover the wound with the ointment.

"I'll go back first." Xiao Lan stood up and was about to leave, holding on to the table. Su Ze hurried forward.

"Miss Qing is not a good sleeper. If it touches your wound..." No matter how tactful Su Ze said it, Xiao Lan understood what he meant.

"Then I'll sleep with you?"

Xiao Lan's words were so blunt that Su Ze's ears instantly turned red. He hadn't meant that. His room was also upstairs, with a soft couch next to it where he could sleep in his clothes.

"I just……"

"Xiao Lan..." A low and hoarse voice came from outside the house. It was Liu Hu's voice.

Su Ze's face darkened instantly, but Xiao Lan raised the corner of her mouth, "You guys are still up late at night, playing games?"

She sighed softly and limped out the door. Su Ze followed and helped her open the door.

Liu Hu leaned on the corridor railing, staring at Su Ze behind him.

Su Ze helped Xiao Lan out and stared at Liu Hu without any courtesy, "Why aren't you sleeping so late?"

"I was worried, so I came out to take a look." Liu Hu said indifferently, but his eyes glanced at Xiao Lan's hand that Su Ze was holding.

Xiao Lan turned to look at Su Ze, then at Liu Hu, "Shut up!"

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Xiao Lan felt like he hadn't slept for the past two hours. His back ached badly, and the pain was even worse after applying the medicine.

"Xiao Lan, are you getting up?" It was Liu Hu's voice. Xiao Lan replied lazily, but Fang Qingqing jumped up with a grunt.

"Get up!" Fang Qingqing turned to Xiao Lan and said, "Don't lie in bed, we have to hurry!"

Xiao Lan was speechless and struggled to get up.

Fang Qingqing helped Xiao Lan straighten her clothes when she suddenly thought of something.

"Does your back hurt?"

Xiao Lan rolled her eyes at her, "I was hoping you'd die! Of course it hurts!"

Fang Qingqing knew she had fallen asleep last night and apologized quickly, "Oh, I was just too sleepy. You didn't know what Pan Yingqiu was talking nonsense about in the carriage."

She helped Xiao Lan put on her coat, being careful not to touch her back. Then she gently combed her hair and tied it into a low ponytail with a piece of string she had pulled from somewhere.

"Don't say that, Sun Jiye can handle the situation. The woman he confronted was speechless!"

Fang Qingqing didn't have the energy to say much yesterday, but after a good sleep today, she told him the whole conversation between Pan Yingqiu and Sun Jiye in the carriage.

Xiao Lan only smiled kindly as she listened, "My son will achieve great things!"

"Of course! He doesn't even care who gave birth to the child!" Fang Qingqing was proud now.