After Yan Cheng was sent back to his room, he fell into a coma. The doctor came over to show him the injury and prescribed a wound medicine for smearing. After telling the little maid to pay attention to his usual diet, he left the Yan residence.
When Yan Cheng was injured, no one told Master Yan and Mrs. Yan, and everyone kept it secret.
The Yan Mansion is in charge of the largest cloth house business in the capital. When Master Yan was a young man, he was the Shangyi Division who was used by the emperor. Later, he returned home and opened a cloth shop in the capital, which became the largest cloth shop in the capital.
Master Yan is getting older, and almost all the properties in his hands have been handed over to Yan Cheng and his elder brother Yan Chi, while the youngest son Yan Ze is only 12 years old.
The two old people took Yan Ze to live on the back mountain of the mansion. Usually, no one bothered, and no one dared to report Yan Cheng's injury.
It's all the fault of the next person.
Song Jinshu sucked his nose and opened the small porcelain bottle left by the doctor. Inside was a transparent milky paste, exuding bursts of fragrance. His nostrils moved slightly, and he could smell the powder made from Bauhinia flowers in it.
Gently scraping off a layer of ointment with his index finger, Song Jinshu's finger just touched Yan Cheng's wound, and the person lying on the bed twitched unconsciously for a while, so frightened that Song Jinshu didn't dare to move.
This scene was seen by the maid standing at the corner of the bed, who fiercely snatched the porcelain bottle in Song Jinshu's hand and pushed him again.
Song Jinshu took a big step back, and knocked his lower back against a solid red flower table in the room. The pain was so painful that he accidentally bit his tongue.
"I really don't know how to do anything at all. I really don't know why the master wants the second master to marry you." The maid smeared the ointment on Yan Cheng's forearm, while scolding Song Jinshu.
"You are not the only one who can give birth to a brother in the capital. What are you talking about entrusted by an old friend. Why should our second master suffer such a crime and marry a useless mute back home?"
Song Jinshu bit his lip and didn't know what to do Cuo stood in the center of the room, looking at Yan Cheng lying on the bed, his face pale, and the skin on his hands was red and festering.
The maid who came in with clear water from outside the door accidentally bumped into Song Jinshu, and half a basin of water poured on Song Jinshu's back, soaking the whole piece of fabric.
The maid had a serious face, and accused Song Jinshu: "What are you doing standing in the middle of the room? Young master, wait outside the room, I'll get in the way."
Song Jinshu glanced at Yan Cheng cautiously, and opened the curtain obediently. out of the room.
The weather has not yet warmed up, and the wet place on the back quickly exudes bursts of cold air when it encounters the air outside the room. Song Jinshu squatted by the door with his arms crossed, trying to absorb some warmth.
Because of his status, although Song Jinshu is the wife of Yan Cheng Mingmei, he is not as good as Yan Cheng's personal servant girl in the house.
Everyone can put his head on him and give Song Jinshu the hardest and most tiring work. Occasionally, Master Yan comes to the front yard on a whim, and the servants will show some good looks to Song Jinshu.
Song Jinshu was staring at the bare old tree in front of the yard in a daze. The curtain in the house was opened, and Yan Cheng's personal maid, Yingbi, came out with a ball of clothes.
Seeing Song Jinshu squatting in the corner, he snorted disdainfully, and threw the clothes in his arms in front of Song Jinshu.
"These are the clothes that the second master has changed recently. The back room needs to be served. If you are all right, go to the clothes washing yard to wash all these clothes."
"These are all new styles that have been released recently. Don't wash the second master's clothes."
Song Jinshu walked into the Huanyi Courtyard with clothes that smelled of Yan Cheng, but was told that the hot water that was boiled in the morning had run out. Isn't there water, just pumped out of the well, use it yourself." The
basin is filled with well water pumped from the back mountain well, and it is cold to the bone. in pain.
Song Jinshu's hands became red from the cold after a while, and his five fingers were swollen like radishes.
He gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain in his hands, and carefully scrubbed his clothes.
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Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife
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