Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

Because of the excessive plot, it's three o'clock today, sorry, please believe me, I don't want to drag the show.

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People in front of the palace gate chatted in low voices, greeted each other with jokes and acquaintances, and made appointments to visit and drink during the rare annual vacation.

Mrs. Chen Shao was also among them. Compared with other wives who had a daughter-in-law to follow and serve, she seemed a bit alone with only a little girl.

"This is a happy event." A lady in royal uniform held Mrs. Chen Shao's hand and said in a low voice, with joy on her brows.

Although Mrs. Chen Shao had a solemn expression, she also showed some joy after hearing her words.

Her eldest daughter-in-law was pregnant, so naturally she couldn't accompany her into the palace this time.

Chen Shao's lineage is not very prosperous, he originally had four brothers, the eldest brother and the second brother died one after another, and now only Chen Shao and the fourth master are left.

Chen Shao himself first came to get married late, and secondly he traveled around all over the world. He had his eldest son at a very old age, and took three concubines, so he has three sons and four daughters.

Now the eldest son, daughter-in-law and concubine are pregnant at the same time, especially when Mrs. Chen is recovering from a serious illness, the family can't help but be overjoyed.

However, this kind of self-love may be hatred to outsiders, so there is no need to tell outsiders, except for a few close friends.

"I heard that Imperial Physician Li was invited to treat your daughters-in-law." A lady said in a low voice, "This Imperial Physician is the Imperial Physician of Jin'an County King. It is appropriate for you to invite him."

After that, he laughed softly.

"If you can invite King Jin'an to sit at home, maybe you can also..."

Mrs. Chen Shao blushed no matter how calm she was.He reached out and pushed the lady.

"Sister Dong, you are becoming more and more outrageous!" She scolded.

The lady covered her mouth and laughed.

Walking around while talking, not far away are various carriages waiting for each other, suddenly there was a silence in front, Mrs. Chen Shao and Mrs. Dong also stopped talking and looked over.

Seeing a young woman approaching in small steps, both of them couldn't help but their eyes lit up.

Outside the imperial palace in winter, it became more and more solemn, and the dresses of the female family members were mostly made of gold, shining brightly.In this piece, the young woman is wearing a large duck-green cloak with a big hood. As she walks, the cloak flutters away, revealing the same dark-blue robe.Gold thread with sloping edges, wide brocade waist, wide sleeves fluttering and intersecting with the front of the body, like a drop of ink dripping into the water, it is instantly blurred.

As she walked along the way, the female relatives, regardless of age, all watched her intently.Even the men over there quietly cast their gazes casually.

Whose woman is this, solemn and elegant.Fluttering like a fairy.

"Mother." The woman called out. Seeing Madam Chen Shao, she quickened her pace and reached out to support her. She raised her head slightly, revealing half of her face.

"Eighteen mother." Mrs. Chen Shao was stunned for a moment before she suddenly recognized her daughter. "You, why are you here?"

"Auntie and sister-in-law are worried. Let me pick them up." Chen Shibaniang said, handing over a hand stove, which was already cold in Mrs. Chen Shao's hands.

Mrs. Chen Shao, who hadn't slept almost all night and stood in the cold wind for half a day after starting the stove, suddenly felt the warmth penetrate to the bottom of her heart, and she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay." She said, looking at her daughter with a little affection.

"Oh, Shiba Niang, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I've grown taller again." Mrs. Dong regained her senses, let go of Mrs. Chen Shao, held Shiba Niang's hand, and looked up and down carefully.

"It's because of the boots." Chen Shibaniang said with a smile.

Mrs. Dong just smiled, her eyes turned around her, as if seeing Chen Shibaniang for the first time.

"The eighteenth mother has also grown taller, she is only 14 years old." She said with a smile.

"Okay, hurry up and get in the car, it's so cold." Mrs. Chen Shao laughed, interrupting Mrs. Dong's scrutiny.

The two walked forward, and Chen Shibaniang took a few steps back and walked with the crowd until she got into the carriage. There were still vague sights outside, and low voices of discussion could be heard faintly.

"Is this the Chen family's daughter?"

"You're not too young..."

The carriage went straight into the house, and the daughters-in-law and servants rushed over, changing clothes and handing soup, Madam Chen relieved her exhaustion.

"Eighteen Niang, who made your clothes?" She said after eating, looking at the daughters who gathered together to chat and laugh.

Taking off her cloak, Chen Shibaniang, who was only wearing a robe, got up with a smile.

"I had it made by a tailor, mother, how do you like it?" she asked.

The girl in the cardamom age, in a field of flowers, red willows and green, with plain clothes, outlines a different style.

"It's just that the new year's ones are a bit too plain." Mrs. Chen smiled, but she didn't say badly.

"Eighteen Niang, you are Mrs. Xue Cheng's clothes!" Dan Niang, who followed the maid into the door, saw it and shouted.

The people present suddenly realized that they finally knew where the familiarity came from.

"Eighteen Niang, you did it secretly and didn't tell us."

"Quickly tell me, did you only make one piece or a few pieces?"

The women surrounded Shiba Niang, and the room suddenly became more lively with the singing of Yingying and swallows, mixed with the noise of Chen Danniang's reluctance.

When the Chen family was laughing, Cheng Jiaoniang's house by the Yudai Bridge was still quiet.

After all, they were not raised by their parents, and there was no need to visit the village for New Year's greetings. After the dawn sacrifice, Cheng Jiaoniang, Xu Maoxiu and the others went to rest, and it was already afternoon when they woke up.

Xu Maoxiu and the others all washed and shaved again, put on new clothes, opened the street door, or talked and laughed in the yard, or watched the street scene in front of the door.

There were footsteps behind them, and several people turned their heads to look. Cheng Jiaoniang and the maid came out of the room and put on new clothes.

Several people in the courtyard were in a daze for a while.

"Sister, you're wearing new clothes, you can't even recognize it!" Xu Bangchui was the first to shout.

The voice brought everyone back to their senses, and those in front of the door all looked back.

Cheng Jiaoniang is wearing a carmine red wide-sleeved double-breasted gown today, and a plain white skirt inside. The cuffs of the skirt are draped with gold trim, and her long hair, which always hangs down, is also pulled into a low temple. There is no red hairpin on it, only a handful Small silver comb.

Xu Maoxiu looked away from the silver comb.

"My sister is young, so she still looks good in this!" Xu Bangchui said from the side, "It's so good, it's so good, it's dark and cold in daily wear, it makes people a little scared."

Fan Jianglin stared at him hurriedly.

"No, don't talk nonsense, my sister looks good in anything she wears." He shouted.

The maid looked at Cheng Jiaoniang's clothes with a smile.

"This is a new dress from Mrs. Chen." She said, looking at Xu Maoxiu, "I would like to thank Mr. Sanlang for bringing it back."

Xu Maoxiu smiled and didn't know what to say, so he didn't speak at all.

Cheng Jiaoniang had already sat down in the room, and the maid went to serve the meal.

Xu Maoxiu hesitated, and stood under the corridor.

"Third brother." Cheng Jiaoniang called out.

Xu Maoxiu hurriedly turned around.

"Have you eaten?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.

"I've eaten, I've eaten." Xu Maoxiu said with a smile.

"Well, I have something to do and I need my brother's help." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Xu Maoxiu's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the woman sitting in the room.

Although she was dressed differently from the past, but looking at her, she still couldn't see the gorgeous clothes on her body, and what caught the eye was still her dull face.

Even if you don't wear black and heavy, the momentum is still the same. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)