Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 57 Fighting for the Wind and Jealousy, the Beauty Shentang (4)
What he meant, he had made it very clear to Duanmu Xiuxiang last night.

so what?Is she still unwilling to give up?
Mother Zhou saw that he didn't agree immediately, so she hurriedly said: "Miss Jiu and the Tang family's marriage has already been finalized by the third young master, and the date should be settled soon, so the young lady's body must not be sloppy, and she must be adjusted as soon as possible. You see—”

Duanmuqi absolutely wanted to obstruct this marriage.

But what-

After a brief moment of silence, Yue Qingyang tidied up his robes and went out without picking up the medicine box, "Then let's go!"

"Yes yes yes! The old slave thanked you in advance for my lady!" Zhou's mother couldn't help being overjoyed when she saw him let go, but she forgot to remind him to bring a medicine box when he went to the doctor.

Yue Qingyang walked forward, only glanced sideways from the corner of his eyes, and the arc of the smile on the corner of his lips was inexplicably ironic.

really--

Things are just as he thought.

The two left the medicine hut one after the other, and took a shortcut from the garden to Duanmu Xiuxiang's yard, but they didn't want to go halfway, but a wheelchair was placed in front of the path, cutting off the way.

Zhou's mother didn't take it seriously, she went straight forward, and said, "Miss Si is enjoying the scenery in this garden? Could you please move and borrow it."

"Yes!" Song Chuxi was easy to talk, and turned around by himself, seeing Yue Qingyang standing behind, and smiled slightly, "Young Master Yue, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Yue Qingyang frowned slightly.

He and Song Chuxi had only met once, and he was sure that Duanmuqi would not reveal a single word about his identity to her.

But now, this girl can actually call out his name?

Suddenly thinking of what happened the night before, Yue Qingyang's expression darkened slightly.

"You—" he opened his mouth before he was about to say something. The mother Zhou next to her rolled her eyes and immediately said with a smile on her face: "Miss Si, our lady is not feeling well, and I am in a hurry to ask Master Qingyang to get a pulse, please." Is it convenient?"

"You lady? Which yard's slave are you?" Song Chuxi didn't buy her, and looked her up and down with disdainful eyes.

Zhou's mother is the steward of Duanmu Xiuxiang's yard, she is very respectable, her face froze immediately, and she forced herself to say: "The old slave is serving Miss Jiu, Miss Jiu—"

She wanted to say more, but Song Chuxi's eyes had moved to Yue Qingyang and said: "Why are you a doctor?"

Now that she has already asked about her own background, it is absolutely impossible not to know that she is proficient in medical science.

Yue Qingyang also couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in her gourd, so he just nodded with a smile, "A little understanding of Qihuang's art——"

Zhou's mother saw that the two of them had actually chatted like this, thinking of Duanmu Xiuxiang's order, she couldn't help secretly anxious, stepped forward and said: "Miss Si—"

Song Chuxi didn't even lift her eyelids, she turned the wheelchair and forced her away, walked up to Yue Qingyang, pulled her sleeves, revealing her slender and white wrists.

"I'm worried that I won't be able to find a good doctor, so please help me. My legs and feet are not flexible, and it hurts a lot if I walk a few more steps—" Song Chuxi said.

She is direct.

Yue Qingyang's gaze fell on her wrist, with a half smile on his face.

Mother Zhou's face was unbearable, "Miss Si, everything must be done first come first, first come first, first come first, my lady first invited Master Qingyang to see a doctor, you should wait another day!"

Song Chuxi looked back at her impatiently, "Your lady is going to die?"

Zhou's mother choked on her, and then became furious, and said sharply: "Miss Si, my miss has no grievances with you, how can you say such vicious words?"

How could Song Chuxi reason with an old slave like her, and immediately interrupted, "I only know that things should be done in a hurry, what comes first? Since you also said that she won't die for a while, where do you come from?" What nonsense? Go back and return to order, just say that Mr. Yue was invited by me!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhou's mother to respond, she turned to Yue Qingyang and said, "You say you?"

It's fine for her to be domineering and unreasonable, but she didn't forget to ask the person to express her opinion?
The corners of Yue Qingyang's lips curled up, and he said to Zhou's mother: "I remember that Doctor Cao didn't go out in the mansion today, Miss Fourth is a guest, we don't want to neglect you, go and talk to Miss Jiu."

Duanmu Xiuxiang has made all preparations, just waiting for Yue Qingyang to pass by.

Zhou's mother was very anxious, and she wanted to fight for it with a look of embarrassment on her face, "But Master Qingyang—"

"Just tell her that, if Doctor Cao's prescription doesn't work, then I'll go there later." This time, it was Yue Qingyang who took the initiative to speak.

He is just like this, most of the time he is easy to talk to, and he is very kind to others, but in fact, when he really wants to say the same thing, no one can do anything about it.

Zhou's mother was also afraid that if she said too much, she would reveal her emotions, so she gritted her teeth and endured it, and finally knelt down and gave a blessing, "Yes! I will leave first!"

After speaking, he reluctantly left.

Song Chuxi turned her head and looked at her back as she turned a small path, with a cold smile on her lips.

At this time, Yue Qingyang had already stepped forward, raised her hand and pulled down her sleeve, covering her exposed wrist.

Song Chuxi was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and gave him a questioning look in surprise.

Yue Qingyang didn't go around in circles this time, and said directly: "Aren't you waiting here on purpose to stop me? The goal has been achieved, that's it."

Look, this person really has a clear mind.

Song Chuxi smiled and joked, "Although it's an excuse, it's true that I have a leg problem. If you're really capable, why don't you help me?"

When she said this, her expression was very calm. Although the smile on her face was still innocent and bright, even her tone of voice became calm and composed.

Yue Qingyang was greatly surprised, thinking that he had an illusion.

Song Chuxi didn't care about him, just looked around, then pointed to a pavilion not far away and said, "It's not very convenient for people to come and go here, let's talk over there!"

(End of this chapter)