Shipin Dalizheng

Tang Fuyun entered the mansion and opened the letter as he walked. He saw that the piece of paper covered with words was actually a letter to cancel the engagement. The tone was humble. He only said that he grew up in the mountains and had a rough temperament. He did not know the etiquette of going to the capital. He was afraid of damaging the reputation of the Tang family and causing Miss Tang Er to be ridiculed by others. He was willing to cancel the engagement, part ways and live happily.

He frowned tightly. Although the handwriting of the letter was weak and not very neat, it was reasonable to think that Rong Tang was seriously injured and was not performing well.

Moreover, even if the handwriting is not beautiful, the choice of words is still quite exquisite, giving the woman enough face, and it does not seem like he is rude and unmannered like he is self-deprecating. It seems that he may be like other young men in the capital and does not like his sister's curly hair.

He tucked the letter into his arms and looked at several other pictures. This one was extremely interesting. Several small figures with exaggerated and strange appearances explained in a few strokes what had happened in detail, how he was being hunted and was forced to climb over the wall into the back garden of the Tang Mansion, where he saw a group of girls chatting and laughing.

He had originally wanted to duck and run, but a girl with curly hair was pushed and rushed towards him. He could have dodged it, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the rockery behind him, and the girl would be unable to stop and would definitely get hurt, so he used his body to block it.

The girl hit him with great force, and he fell on his back. However, he emphasized that the back of his head was only two inches away from the rockery, which was very dangerous.

Then he got up and ran away.

It is so clear that even illiterate people can understand it. Some of the details in the painting can even express Tang Tiantian's fear at that moment, Rong Tang's mental journey, and his body trembling due to pain.

Although Tang Fuyun didn't know this was a comic, he found it very interesting.

He tore up the divorce agreement in his arms and took the painting to see his sister.

Tang Tiantian had been crying since yesterday, and even her maid Rui'er couldn't stop her. Seeing Tang Fuyun coming over, she was filled with worry.

"Master, please come and persuade the young lady. She has been crying all day since she heard Madam say she would marry her to Master Rong."

Tang Fuyun ignored his sister for the time being. He just called Rui'er over and showed her the picture. "Look, is this the same situation as yesterday?"

Rui'er was immediately attracted by the painting. "This is such an interesting painting. Hey, this is the little thief, no, it's Master Rong. He looks like this, ragged and in a mess. The young lady..."

Rui'er thought about the scene at that time, and it was just as described in the painting. If Rong Tang hadn't stopped Tang Tiantian, she would have bumped into the rockery and broken her head, bleeding. She couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"That's right. The second young lady was pushed by the eldest young lady. If she had tripped, she wouldn't have been able to get so far. The eldest young lady has such a vicious mind."

Tang Fuyun's focus was on Rong Tang saving Tang Tiantian from harm. If that was the case, he had a good conscience. Since his mother was so worried about her sister's marriage, it was inevitable that Rong Tang would have no chance of escaping.

Rui Er suddenly said, "Master, the mistress has been confined by the adults. Go and see her."

Tang Fuyun left his sister's courtyard and headed for the main courtyard where his mother lived. The gatekeeper tried to stop him, but he swatted her away. The attendants only said the lady was not allowed out, not that anyone was not allowed in.

He went in and talked to his mother for a while. People outside couldn't hear it, but they knew that the originally irritable and depressed lady had become quiet, and the eldest young master also walked out of the main courtyard calmly, with no intention of asking the adults for mercy.

The main reason was that the servants all knew that even the eldest young master's plea was useless. For the same reason he disliked the second young lady, the master also disliked the eldest young master. And the eldest young master had a strange personality, was dull and quiet, and had nothing else to do except fiddling with wood.

In the other courtyard, Rong Qi brought back a doctor. Judging from his appearance and attire, he looked like a wandering doctor.

Rong Tang had no intention of looking down on anyone. Rong Qi's former master should have been one of the princes competing for the throne. The doctor he trusted by his side must have extraordinary abilities.

"This is Doctor Zhuge, Master. Let him take your pulse."

Rong Tang was filled with awe. Because of Zhuge Kongming's prestige, all people with the surname Zhuge in later generations were assumed to be smarter and more capable than others.

Doctor Zhuge took the patient's pulse for a while, his brows furrowed so tightly that a fly could be pinched to death, and he pulled out seven or eight strands of his beard.

He let go of his hand and asked, "Master Rong, don't blame me for being abrupt. I need to ask you something. Were you not injured so badly before, or even not injured at all?"

Rong Tang was impressed. At least this doctor was able to diagnose that he had no internal injuries. The previous two doctors were simply quacks.

"Indeed, it's just some superficial bruises. Doctor Zhang treated it like this."

Doctor Zhuge coughed lightly, feeling really sorry for Mr. Rong.

"That's right, Master Rong. I'm good at treating internal injuries, but I'm not good at treating injuries caused by needles. I wonder what Doctor Zhang's purpose is in using acupuncture?"

Rong Tang hesitated and said, "He, he said there was something wrong with me."

"If it's convenient..."

Rong Tang was embarrassed and waved his hand to let them out. Rong Qi walked out of the room and put his ear to the door. He was a martial artist and had good hearing. He heard Rong Tang lower his voice and say, "Doctor Zhang said that after acupuncture, a man will have strong capital."

Doctor Zhuge understood immediately and was amazed. "There is such a miraculous medical skill! Sir Rong, please tell me the medical basis behind it."

Rong Tang was filled with shame and indignation. "He thought a person's strength was like nutrients, finite in quantity. Once dispersed among the limbs and organs, they wouldn't be properly nourished. He used a needle to seal off the other meridians, leaving only that one spot. All the nutrients were delivered to that spot, and after a while, the person grew."

Doctor Zhuge was shocked. "How outrageous! Is this something a human could come up with?"

Rong Tang was completely devastated and in agony. "Doctor Zhuge, please think of a solution. If you torture him for two more days, I'll be practically dead."

Doctor Zhuge felt sympathetic towards him but also wanted to laugh. Fortunately, he was quite familiar with the meridians of the human body. With the cooperation of someone with better internal strength, he should be able to unblock the blocked meridians.

Rong Qi was called in to cooperate with the treatment. Under the guidance of Doctor Zhuge, Rong Qi used a little internal force to press and rub the relevant acupuncture points. After about an hour, Rong Tang's left hand and left leg were able to move, and the saliva in his mouth stopped.

Seeing that he was getting better, Cailan persuaded Rongxiu and the Third Master to leave, as more people would not be able to help.

After sending Doctor Zhuge away, she said, "Master Tang, how about I send a sign to the palace and ask Her Majesty to think of a way to change the imperial physician. This imperial physician is too unreliable."

Rong Tang, however, had other thoughts. The Jin family would undoubtedly attack him with all their might when he went to court the next day. Perhaps other doctors would come to examine his pulse and prove he was lying. Doctor Zhang could, to a certain extent, help cover up his story. He was currently caught up in the frenzy of creating medical miracles. If he were to replace him rashly, he might even tell others that he had faked his injury.

"Not now, maybe in two days."

Seeing Rong Qi busying himself with his head down, not knowing what he was groping for, his ears were suspiciously red all the way to the back of his head.

"Rong Qi, what are you doing?"

Rong Qi blurted out, "I didn't hear anything."