It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 642 There is a story behind everything

Seeing Yang Xianrong so serious, Liu Yao restrained his tenderness, put down his teacup, held her hand, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will never let anyone hurt you or our children, your family, or your servants and guards..."

As they were talking, Liu Yao suddenly realized that there were so many people around Yang Xianrong, and that these people were gradually doing things for him. He was stunned again, staring at her intently, and finally said, "Do you have any ideas?"

"What do you think?" At this time, Yang Xianrong looked into Liu Yao's eyes very carefully and honestly.

"I... am very hesitant." Liu Yao used some strength in his hands.

"Brother Liu, you and I are already husband and wife, and we have a child... or should I say it this way, only when you become strong can we live a better life, and not be stopped by others when we enter the palace. Maybe you think I am vain, after all, I was the queen of the Jin Dynasty, and I know what it feels like to be high and mighty. Now... becoming your wife, the general's wife, is also my blessing. But I also hope that the man I love is a hero who stands tall and proud, the peerless hero who rescued me from the burning Phoenix Palace that day."

"I thought you wanted to live a quiet life." Liu Yao grinned.

"I want to, but I don't want to bury your talent and heroism." Yang Xianrong leaned lightly on Liu Yao.

"Okay." Liu Yao laughed, and thought of his father's words in his heart, but he didn't say them in the end. His eager heart did not stop. It was just that he wanted to give her a stable life. It seemed that at this moment, it was just a luxury.

"It's a long night and we talk a lot." Yang Xianrong also smiled, "I'll tell you one more thing, then we can go to sleep. I'm really tired today, and I don't want to tire your son too."

"Okay, okay." Liu Yao's hand touched Yang Xianrong's lower abdomen again, feeling the temperature there. Yang Xianrong suddenly asked, "What are the tempers of men in Chang'an? We have seen men beating women several times when we went out to eat."

"Well, there are more men in the northwest, so naturally they have hot tempers." Liu Yao thought for a moment, "Of course I have to take care of my wife..."

"Will you be like this too?" Yang Xianrong asked this question, and Liu Yao didn't know what to say.

"No, no, no, third sister, I can't bear to leave you. You know, I dare not even use the slightest strength..." Liu Yao immediately shook his head to express his feelings. Yang Xianrong laughed again, with a teasing look in her eyes.

Even if Liu Yao was stupid, he couldn't fail to see her smile, and he immediately lowered his head and wanted to kiss her fiercely. But Yang Xianrong immediately covered her mouth and said hurriedly: "We are analyzing today's events, don't do anything else."

"Oh." Liu Yao frowned, "Go ahead."

Yang Xianrong laughed again, but still spoke seriously about how she and Bian Heng had just gone to the small inn where the accident happened to diagnose the proprietress.

When Bian Heng got the news that he was to go to the inn, he thought that since it was a woman who was going to see a doctor, he should find a female doctor. But he couldn't find a smart one for a while, so when he passed by the general's mansion, he came in and called Yang Xianrong to go with him.

At that time, Yang Xianrong had just returned home, and asked Zhang Heng to take the old imperial guards to follow Yang Xianyong and Li Lianhua to the south of the city to check the situation. She also wanted to incorporate these imperial guards into the army of the Han Dynasty, and integrate the military management philosophy of the Jin Dynasty into this already somewhat scattered army, and manage it in the future. Yang Xianyong immediately understood what his sister meant, and took Zhang Heng and others to the south of the city to make arrangements.

Yuan Jianshuo stayed temporarily because he wanted to teach his two children martial arts.

As soon as we sent them away, Bian Heng came.

When they arrived at the inn, it was still sealed and lifeless. Shuanzhu, the waiter, had returned and was making a fire to cook. He recognized Bian Heng, but not Yang Xianrong. And Yang Xianrong was just wearing a very ordinary dress and followed Bian Heng, like an assistant.

Shuanzhu led Bian Heng and the others to where the boss lady lived, pushed the door open and walked in, saying, "Boss lady, the general asked Doctor Bian to come and see you."

"Cough cough cough, okay." A woman's voice came from the bed. The whole room was a little dark, and because the windows were not open, there was a foul and rotten smell.

Yang Xianrong didn't care much and first opened all the windows to let in air. At this time, Bian Heng had already sat down beside the bed and felt the woman's pulse.

Bian Heng was a great doctor and was also very old, so there was no such thing as strict separation between men and women.

Yang Xianrong stood beside Bian Heng and looked at the woman carefully. She was very young, looking no more than 20 years old, but her face was pale, with a blush on her cheekbones, and she looked very weak. However, her eyes were very bright. When she saw Bian Heng, she seemed to see a savior, and begged in a low voice: "Doctor Bian, save me, I don't want to die."

Bian Heng hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's not a difficult or complicated disease. It will get better after taking about a dozen doses of medicine. However, you look a little weak. Have you ever had a miscarriage before?"

As soon as these words came out, the woman burst into tears. Shuanzhu, who was standing by the door, came in and whispered, "Three months ago, the boss's wife fell and lost her baby."

"Yes, that's true." Bian Heng nodded. "I was worried and anxious, and I must have felt cold again a few days ago, so I got this wheezing disease. Keep warm, take medicine on time, and you will get better."

"Yeah." The woman was still crying, but after hearing this, she seemed to be in a much better mood. She turned her head and looked at Shuanzhu, saying, "See if you have any money at home. It must be for Doctor Bian's consultation fee."

"That's not necessary. I'm here just on orders." Bian Heng stood up. "I'll write you a prescription and have your assistant get the medicine. What's your name? I'll write it down for you too so they don't make a mistake."

"Thank you very much. My last name is Li, and my maiden name is Xiuying." The proprietress started crying again, and bent over the bed to thank Bian Heng. When she lowered her head, Yang Xianrong clearly saw a circle of faint red marks on her exposed neck, and a large abrasion on her exposed elbow that had not healed.

"What happened?" Yang Xianrong did not step forward, but pulled Bian Heng, "Doctor Bian, do you have any medicine for external injuries? Her elbow must be broken, right?"

Bian Heng looked back, then leaned over and pulled up her sleeves. Her entire left arm was covered with scars. It must have been some time. Some of the shallow wounds had healed, but blood stains could still be seen on the deeper ones. It was probably pulled again when she leaned over to thank him.