Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

Green tiles and flying eaves, carved beams and painted rafters.

The brown branches were covered with snow.

The image reflects the budding winter plum blossoms.

In a large mansion in Jiangzhou City.

A mummy.

Oh! No.

He was a boy who was wrapped up tightly in a white cloth.

She sat upright on the couch, revealing two clear and bright eyes.

A thin, old man with a goatee was carefully removing the strips of cloth from his body with scissors.

The old servant Shi Shu stood to the side holding a wooden tray with strips of cloth that had just been taken down.

The cloth strips were stained with blood...

"Imperial Physician An, how is the master's recovery?" The old servant's eyes were filled with worry.

Physician An removed the last strip of cloth from the boy's body and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He replied respectfully, "Master is fine. The wound has scabbed over. Next, we need to apply the ointment to remove the necrotic tissue and promote tissue regeneration. I just don't know if that ointment will really work."

The boy looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a face as fair as jade and skin as white as snow.

But her snow-white skin was covered with countless scars.

Extremely glaring...

When he removed that bear skin, he almost shed a layer of skin himself, and the pain was excruciating.

I've suffered terribly!

"Let's apply the medicine!" Fu Lingjun gritted his teeth and turned his head away.

The old servant Shi Shu stood aside wiping away tears, heartbroken.

Even if Physician An, the most skilled physician in the Imperial Medical Academy, couldn't find a solution, then they had no choice but to try anything as a last resort.

Xu Heng stood outside the door, trembling, holding the ointment.

It was all thanks to Lu Qingyao that, with her token, someone was sent on horseback at top speed to the capital, and only then was the ointment obtained from the Duke's mansion.

Whether it works or not, let's take a gamble!

Shi Shu took the ointment from Xu Heng's hand, cupped her hands and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Lord Xu. You should go back now... Remember, this matter must not be revealed!"

His tone was threatening.

"Yes, I understand," Xu Heng replied respectfully into the room.

He still isn't entirely sure of this person's identity.

It is likely that He Lingjun was not his real name.

But he had someone investigate the other boy, Song Siyuan.

He is the grandson of Imperial Censor Song, and also the only son of Song's eldest son.

The whole family cherishes her dearly.

After this misfortune, the Song family sent many people to search for him everywhere.

But I never expected them to turn out like this.

If they hadn't encountered the two Jiang children being robbed, they probably would never have had the chance to see their family again in their lives.

They might not even recognize their parents if they were standing right in front of them.

Xu Heng was about to leave when he was stopped by a voice coming from inside the house.

"Lord Xu, please wait a moment and rest in the main hall. I have something I would like to ask you."

Then a maid came out and led him out of the inner courtyard.

The house wasn't large, but it was exquisitely and elegantly decorated.

Pavilions and towers, small bridges and flowing water,

On one side of the covered walkway, amidst the artificial hill, lush green bamboos stand tall and straight.

The shadows cast on the screen wall are mottled and unique, creating a distinctive charm.

Apart from maids and servants, there were no other women in the garden, so it was probably just a temporary residence.

Incredibly, there were many hidden guards around the courtyard.

If he harbored ill intentions, he would surely be riddled with holes by now...

Physician An applied the ointment to the boy and then wrapped him with new strips of cloth.

He secretly rejoiced that it was winter, when the wound was less likely to fester; otherwise, he wouldn't have enough heads to go around chopping off.

"Your Highness, please rest well. I shall take my leave!"

The old man with the goatee bowed and prepared to leave.

Fu Lingjun: "Imperial Physician An, the Song family's son is right next door. Go and take a look at him."

"Yes," the old man replied and left.

"Master, you have suffered so much. It is all because of my incompetence..." The old servant wept as he picked up the cloak and wrapped it around his master.

Although the master was ashamed to speak, he could tell from the way the master looked when he first returned, and then from the way he was covered in wounds later.

It's hard to imagine the inhuman torture he endured.

That damn kidnapper!

Exterminating nine generations of their family is nothing. If I could, I would dig up their ancestral graves and drag their ancestors out to whip their corpses!

"Master, who are the people who know about this? Should we...?"

Shi Shu raised her hand and gestured towards her neck.

Do you want to silence him?

We must never let anyone know that our master has been humiliated and made a laughingstock.

That would make us a laughingstock; the royal family's reputation absolutely cannot be compromised...

"No!" Fu Lingjun said sternly.

“They are all my benefactors. Besides… in that situation, they couldn’t recognize my face at all. Even if we were face to face now, they might not recognize me.”

“But Your Highness, even if we don’t do it, the Empress will not let them off the hook. Anyone who has seen your face is probably…” Shi Shu’s voice trailed off.

"Shi Shu, pass down the order: not a single word about what happened to me must be revealed, or you will all die without a burial place, understand?"

Fu Lingjun was afraid of losing face for the royal family if he went back, so his mother, in a fit of anger, had everyone in the garden executed.

Not just the children in Qing Shi Town, but also Magistrate Xu, and everyone in this garden...

That's why I stayed here to recuperate under this pretext.

Shi Shu nodded.

He shuddered at the thought of the Empress's ruthless methods.

Fu Lingjun thought for a moment, "Let's invite Magistrate Xu over."

Shi Shu responded and left.

Before long, Xu Heng followed him in.

Upon entering the room and seeing the young man sitting upright in the seat of honor, he was momentarily at a loss for how to greet him.

Hearing the high-pitched voices of the male servants, he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

Those who could be served by eunuchs came from the palace, the prince's residence, or the princess's residence.

this......

never mind!

The more you know, the faster you die.

I don't want to know.

"Please sit down, Lord Xu, there's no need for such formalities!" Fu Lingjun gestured to the seat opposite him.

Xu Heng sat down, but because the other person's face was covered by a strip of cloth, it was impossible to tell whether he was happy, angry, sad, or joyful.

Xu Heng was also somewhat uneasy.

Without seeing the other person's expression, you can't perceive their emotional fluctuations.

It's like crossing a river by feeling for stones.

This feeling is very bad.

Fu Lingjun spoke first, asking, "Sir, you must be quite curious about my identity, right?"

Xu Heng: "......"

I'm not curious, I'm not curious, but please don't tell anyone!

If everything were fine, that would be one thing.

After seeing his appearance again, anyone who still wants to know his identity must be asking for trouble.

Fu Lingjun slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, "The reason I asked Lord Xu to stay was actually to inquire about the identity of the family that saved me. You must know, right?"

Xu Heng pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, and said, "Does the young master know Vice Minister Jiang of the Ministry of Rites? These are his wife and children..."

Although it is unknown what the young man intends to do.

But bringing up Minister Jiang is definitely the right thing to do; if the sky falls, he'll be there to hold it up.

Why make things difficult for a few women and children?

This matter...

It depends on how this young man handles the situation.

If we remember their kindness, then it's fine.

If they are ungrateful and want to silence you, then hiding it is useless...