The divine doctor's concubine emptied the palace and went into exile

Chapter 120 Zhao Junyi Begs for Mercy

tomorrow?

In such a short time, two pieces of flesh have fallen off. If I wait until tomorrow morning, won’t I be just a pile of bones?

"No! Now! Bring her to her quickly! Otherwise I will punish you!" Zhao Junyi's shouting alarmed the He family.

At this time, the sound of wheels rolling was heard, and Ah Cheng pushed He Jingheng to the door.

When Zhao Junyi saw He Jingheng, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

Even the governor Zhang Wenyu was like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw him, let alone him?

"What's all the fuss about?"

"Master, it's the dead of night, and Lord Zhao insisted on seeing our Young Madam." The guard at the gate said, "I'm worried that the Young Madam's reputation will be damaged, so I stopped Lord Zhao from entering."

Zhao Junyi saw that He Jingheng's face was a little gloomy, and hurriedly said: "I really have a reason not to see you!" He took out the flesh of his palm and said: "I have a strange disease, and only she can cure it now."

At this moment, Shang Ruoyi came over wearing a cloak, put a cloak on He Jingheng's legs, and whispered: "You really don't want to keep this leg."

hiss!

Who gave her the courage to talk to He Jingheng like that?

The secret guards who were keeping watch in the dark couldn't help but be frightened when they heard this. The Crown Prince's Consort spoke to her master in a scolding tone, and she would probably be thrown out of the yard by her master. What's worse, some of them were already thinking about what to do with Shang Ruoyi who was thrown out.

I thought He Jingheng would be angry, but he just touched his nose and said nothing.

Were they dazzled? How come they could see a hint of enjoyment on their master's face?

Shang Ruoyi set her gaze on Zhao Junyi who looked anxious.

"What brings you here so late at night?"

Zhao Junyi said hurriedly, "I found some flesh falling off my body today." He spread out his palms, and Shang Ruoyi took a look and said calmly, "This is a sign of a serious poisoning."

Zhao Junyi almost lost his balance when he heard this.

"The poisoning is deep, how deep is it?"

"If he doesn't get treated, he will probably only have a few days to live." Shang Ruoyi smiled and said, "Are you done asking questions, sir? I'll go to rest after that."

"Wait, wait!" He was about to pull her sleeve when he felt a murderous aura coming towards him.

Zhao Junyi quickly withdrew his hand and said with a shy smile: "Miss Shang, you see, you were the one who treated my illness before, and it is still not well. I wonder if Miss Shang is willing to help me?"

Shang Ruoyi sneered when she heard this: "Didn't you say that your health has improved and you no longer need me?"

"I was blind before, please forgive me if I have offended you in any way, Miss Shang!" Shang Ruoyi couldn't help feeling sick when she saw his humble appearance.

"I'm afraid the treatment now will be more painful than before. Before, one injection was enough, but now it takes three injections."

Three injections?

In the past, one injection almost took his life. Wouldn’t three injections kill him directly with pain?

But there was no other way at the moment, so he nodded and said, "As long as it can be cured, anything is fine."

Shang Ruoyi nodded, her lips curled slightly: "But this time, I'm afraid I can't treat you for nothing. I'm sure you know that I run a dessert shop in the county town, and I'm very busy every day. Every time I give you acupuncture, it affects the business of the shop."

How could Zhao Junyi not understand what she said?

But even if it hurts, it's better than losing all the flesh.

"I'll pay the money, I'll pay the money."

"One hundred taels each time."

"One hundred taels?" Zhao Junyi exclaimed.

"Sir, do you think this silver is more important than your life?" Her words made Zhao Junyi shut up.

At this moment, he wanted to slap himself hard in the face.

In the beginning, each injection was free of charge, but now it requires three injections and I have to pay money.

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

But what other options does he have right now?

Save your life first.

Thinking of this, he nodded: "Okay, one hundred taels is one hundred taels!" He took out a silver note of one hundred taels from his pocket and handed it to her: "Let's start the acupuncture today!"

Shang Ruoyi waved her hand and Shaoyao handed her the thickest silver needle.

After a few screams, Zhao Junyi sat powerlessly on the steps of the He family.

Shang Ruoyi glanced at him and said to the servant at the door, "Send Master Zhao back!"

"Yes."

Zhao Junyi's figure went away, Shang Ruoyi turned to He Jingheng and said: "It's cold today, if you still want this leg, find a cloak to cover it every time you go out."

"Got it." He Jingheng smiled, and the secret guards on both sides were stunned.

Is the master possessed by some spirit?

He still laughed even after being scolded by the Crown Prince's Consort.

She yawned and was about to turn back when a big warm hand grabbed her wrist.

"what happened?"

Seeing her tired look, he swallowed the words that he had originally wanted her to go to the other courtyard to see He Yuwen: "It's okay, go to bed early."

Shang Ruoyi nodded and returned to the room.

As the door closed, He Jingheng looked at Ah Cheng behind him.

"Did the Crown Princess bring anyone back when she went to Shan Heng?"

Ah Cheng's nerves stood up when he heard this.

The prince asked this, he must have known something.

But he did not forget what the Crown Princess said.

"Replying to the prince, the princess did not bring anyone back."

He Jingheng glanced at him and sneered: "You are loyal."

Hearing him say this, Ah Cheng was so scared that his legs went limp: "Prince."

"Forget it. Since I gave you to her, you must be loyal to her." He Jingheng said coldly, "Be careful of that man named Ling Feng."

"Yes, I understand."

He Jingheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He had never heard of the name Ling Feng, but when he accidentally saw the man's profile that day, he felt extremely familiar with it.

At this time, Ling Feng was sitting on a tree, looking in the direction of the He family, raising the wine jug and taking a sip.

"He Jingheng, it's been five years, and we finally meet again." He poured the remaining wine on the ground, his eyes full of hatred: "Every day for so many years, I have been thinking about how to skin you alive, but even skinning you alive and pulling out your tendons can't relieve the hatred in my heart."

At this moment, a figure appeared behind him.

An old voice sounded: "Young Master."

Ling Feng jumped down from the tree and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"Young Master is indeed very good at predicting things. Our people have discovered that someone has been following He Jinghe in secret. We don't know whether it is for surveillance or protection."

Ling Feng sneered: "What's the difference? Whether it's surveillance or protection, the purpose is to keep him alive, right?"

"Then according to what the young master wants, what should we do?"

"He Jingheng wants him to live, just to let more people know that the ring was stolen. We might as well give him a hand."