The Seventh Bride of President

When it was quiet outside, Zhuang Xiaoyu lifted up her bedding and got up. She asked the nurse, "everyone has gone?"

"HMM." the nurse put on her shoes and socks: "on such an important day, the people will go to the Qingming platform to watch. More than half of the people in the house have gone, leaving only some guards and servants to serve."

"Where's the housekeeper?"

"The housekeeper naturally stays in this house."

"Let the housekeeper prepare an inconspicuous ordinary carriage. I'm going out."

The nurse didn't ask Zhuang Xiaoyu what to do, so she ran to the housekeeper.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stood up and walked a few steps in the house. Her ankle still hurt, but there was no big problem walking slowly.

It hurt her muscles and bones for a hundred days. In fact, she just sprained and didn't break like a broken jade. She recovered well a few days ago. Later, she always shouted that her ankle hurt in front of Qin Wuyan. Qin Wuyan really thought her bones still didn't grow well and didn't dare to touch her at will.

Before leaving, she went to see jade fragments. Jade fragments still need to rely on crutches. Although young people recover faster, they can't be careless.

A coarse cloth coat was covered outside. Zhuang Xiaoyu got rid of the Pearl hairpin and put a face on the carriage prepared by the housekeeper.

The carriage was also gray, similar to the carriage used by other people to pull goods.

Wenzhu is still recovering from injury. The housekeeper is a personal expert. The person arranged for Zhuang Xiaoyu is a guard who follows the high priest all the year round. Now he is guarding the door of the high priest's bedroom. His loyalty can be imagined.

Under the arrangement of the housekeeper, the carriage went out of the priest's house from the side door and turned into the alley. The guard asked, "where are you going, madam?"

This long lost "big miss" heard in Zhuang Xiaoyu's ears, as if it were a separated world.

"Go to the back alley of Qinghuan building and find doctor Zhong." Zhuang Xiaoyu lowered his voice.

The whip was thrown on the back of the old horse, and the wheels rolled up. The nurse asked curiously, "Miss, that place is not clean. What are you doing there?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the nursing mother, kept silent for a moment, and replied, "I'll take you to see an old friend. When you see him, you'll know. You can also identify for me whether that person is an old friend or not."

Nurse: "

The car stopped near the hidden place in the alley. The guard went to the dilapidated house to find people. Zhuang Xiaoyu and nanny sat in the car and waited.

Less than a incense burning time, Dr. Zhong, who was drunk, was taken to the carriage.

Zhuang Xiaoyu got out of the carriage, covered with a black old hood and cloak, covered the clothes inside, but the nurse was still like that.

Dr. Zhong went to the carriage, bowed to the people inside and asked, "what's the hidden disease of the little lady? Put out your hand and I'll give you a pulse."

A wrinkled hand stretched out inside, with a familiar jade bracelet on his wrist.

But in a twinkling of an eye, Dr. Zhong dispelled his doubts. "I'm clumsy. I thought it was a little lady. I didn't think it was a lady. Please forgive me for drinking too much."

Then he put his finger on the pulse of the nurse's wrist.

Zhuang Xiaoyu takes a panoramic view of doctor Zhong's expression.

Dr. Zhong finished his pulse and took back his hand: "madam, it's all old problems. Just take good care of it. There's nothing wrong with your body."

"Gynecological masters can cure the body, but can they cure heart disease?"

Dr. Zhong was stunned.

The curtain was lifted, and the nurse's face, which had not changed much, appeared in front of Dr. Zhong, "Xue Zhong, miss, I didn't admit my mistake. It's really you!"