Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 419 Entering Qixia Hall
Murong Jiujiu didn't know how long she had been in a coma again, all she knew was that when she opened her eyes, she was still lying on the carriage, but compared to the last treatment, it was far worse.

This is a single carriage with a hard wooden board under it. It bumps and bumps all the way, and the whole body is almost numb.

As for her hands and feet, it can be felt from the heavy touch that even though she was unconscious, the pig iron shackles have not been loosened, and after thinking about it, Murong Jiujiu only felt humiliated.

Then I remembered the news I heard before I fell into a coma.

Yuhua, did you really hold a funeral for her and admit her death?
The Wanli Jinhong of Mingli Kingdom seems to be still in front of my eyes, and the original vows of the mountain alliance are still in my ears. In the dim light, Murong Jiujiu can only wear shackles and smile wryly.

Forget it, no matter what, she chose to believe in Baili Yuhua.

I don't know how long it was bumping, but the carriage finally stopped.

"Mistress, we have arrived at the capital of Xiyue Mountain."

Outside the car, I thought of Lanfeng's cold and hard voice.

Murong Jiujiu raised his body reluctantly, the car curtain was lifted, revealing Lan Feng's expressionless face, he first glanced at Murong Jiujiu's pale complexion, and then at the icy shackles on her hands and feet.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"Two days."

After another two days, he frowned uncomfortably, raised the shackles in his hands, and said, "Tell Feng Wushang that I will not run away, and untie the shackles, are you really going to lock me into Xiyue Capital?"

Lanfeng smiled coldly: "The mistress can't escape even if she wants to. Besides, the head of the family will arrange for you to visit your wife today, so naturally you won't be in shackles."

After speaking, he took out the key from his waist and wanted to unlock it for her.

Murong Jiujiu obediently cooperated.

"Where's Ah Xing?"

She asked again suddenly.

Without raising the limelight, he said: "Congratulations to the mistress, he escaped."

"That's good."

Her shackles are not white locks.

Completely ignoring the atmosphere of the two looking at each other with disgust, after untying the shackles, Murong Jiujiu directly used his own power of life to repair all the injuries on his wrists.

The originally blood-red, hideous-looking wound has faded a lot, and it is estimated that it will completely disappear after a day or two of raising it.

The so-called doctor can't help herself, she can do this now.

But this caused a bit of surprise in Lan Feng's eyes. He had known for a long time that the mistress chosen by the Patriarch this time was extraordinary.

But because of his preconceived ideas, he still hates Murong Jiujiu very much.

……

After getting off the car, Murong Jiujiu did not see Feng Wushang, but was directly carried into a huge mansion by a small sedan chair, as for how big this mansion was.

It took less than half the time for the bearers to walk the two sticks of incense.

The Feng family's mansion is comparable to the imperial palace, even surpassing the imperial palace, Murong has heard this for a long time, and when he opened the sedan chair curtain, he could see the exquisiteness of the mansion.

Even in the cold winter, the garden architecture is still ingenious.

I probably don't know how long I walked.

Jiaozi finally listened to a place called Qixia Hall.

"Slave Qingyan, I have seen the mistress."

At this time, another delicate-looking maidservant was already waiting for another test.

Murong Jiujiu walked down from Jiaozi without saying a word, compared with the little maid in front of her, she seemed to have realized her shabbiness belatedly, and she escaped before coma.

It seemed that she hadn't bathed and changed clothes for several days, no wonder even Feng Wushang didn't want to see her, her current state was really terrible.

"The head of the family has ordered that the slaves wait for the mistress to bathe and change clothes, have lunch, rest for a while, and then go to see the madam in the afternoon," Qingyan continued respectfully.

Murong raised his eyebrows for a long time, madam, Feng Wushang's mother!

"How's your temper?"

She asked casually.

Qingyan pursed her lips and smiled: "Madam is naturally merciful, as long as the mistress behaves properly, Madam will be favored."

Sure enough, it looked the same as if he didn't ask, Murong Jiujiu didn't give any hope. Since he couldn't escape, he could only use soldiers to cover him up.

After saying that, she followed Qingyan into Qixia Hall, needless to say about the decoration design inside, pavilions, small pavilions, pearl curtains and jasper, glazed hanging windows, even the inconspicuous gadgets on the table.

It is also inlaid with gold and jade, which is very finely made.

On the high sandalwood shelves in the main hall, there are all kinds of rare antiques... The arrangement is well arranged, and there is an invisible atmosphere in the restrained nobility.

A big family atmosphere.

Obviously this Qixia Hall is not simple.

Just when Murong Jiujiu temporarily put aside his thoughts and took a shower, groomed himself and took care of himself, not far from Qixia Hall, Hongxiu, who had already arrived, was standing there gloomyly.

"I really don't know what's wrong with the house. You obviously don't love this woman, why do you insist on letting her stay in the Qixia Hall where only the mistress can stay?"

Although Hongxiu knew very well that she would never get that position, she still couldn't help being jealous in her heart.

And people are like this, if someone with a higher status than herself gets the ideal thing, she may feel balanced in her heart, but Murong Jiujiu is a completely unqualified woman in Hongxiu's eyes.

No matter what her status is outside, she is nothing in Xishan, even a married woman, so she is worthless in Xishan.

"So what if you are not reconciled, the Patriarch seems to have recognized her."

Another voice came in, it was Feng Qi'er who was standing leaning on the sword, the slanting scar on her face looked even more indifferent on her cold face.

Hearing this, Hong Xiu smiled disdainfully, "It's impossible to kill a woman whose internal energy is suppressed, Feng Qi'er, what else can I expect from you, thankfully I helped you a lot that day."

A Xing escaped that day, obviously she also contributed to it, just to make Murong Jiujiu die, but she didn't want the plan to fail.

Feng Qi'er said coldly: "You better let this matter rot in your stomach, otherwise neither you nor I will end well."

"I need you to remind me of this," Hongxiu smiled disdainfully, with a hint of schadenfreude on her pretty oval face, "But I'm afraid it will be hard for the mistress today, what kind of person is Madam, I already know that she is married. I'm too good, I'm afraid I won't let it go lightly."

No one knows that Hongxiu is the person in front of Madam, and it is not easy for her to let Madam know what.

After bathing and having lunch, Murong Jiujiu couldn't fall asleep anyway, so he had to rest on the huge golden nanmu bed, staring at the dreamlike Moon Shadow Shade, dazed in a daze.

"Mistress, if you're almost done resting, go see your wife, the slaves have already been arranged."

At this time, Qingyan's voice sounded again.

(End of this chapter)