Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

The Chen family soldiers waiting outside were dumbfounded at this moment, and the scarred man in the lead was the first to react.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!" The scarred man pushed the crowd away with one hand and ran quickly towards Chen Zixing. It took him a lot of effort to stabilize the situation and find Chen Zixing who was already unconscious. Everyone surrounded him.

The scarred man turned Chen Zixing over and saw that his face was pale, his nose was sunken, and his neatly tied hair was crooked.

The scarred man was sweating profusely and reached out his hand tremblingly to feel his pulse.

Fortunately, he was just in a coma.

The scarred man finally relaxed his heart, patted Chen Zixing's cheek, and called softly: "Young Marquis! Young Marquis! Wake up!"

Chen Zixing finally woke up, his face full of pain, and he screamed like a slaughtered pig: "It hurts... Ahhhh it hurts!"

A servant cried out in surprise, and everyone looked closely, only to see Chen Zixing covering his lower body with both hands, from which blood was constantly oozing out. His azure blue riding suit was soaked with blood, and even the ground was stained red.

The scarred man cried out in his heart that something was wrong and quickly picked up Chen Zixing and ran straight to Chen's house.

The Chen residence was in chaos.

"What's going on! How could the master get injured like this while playing polo!" The steward of the Chen Mansion was a man in his fifties. He was specially ordered by the old Marquis Chen to stay by his side when Chen Zixing left the capital. At this moment, seeing his master being carried back covered in blood, his eyes went dark.

"Chen Wang! This is how you take care of your master!"

The scarred man's scalp tingled. "It was an accident! It was fine at first. No one expected that the master's horse would suddenly go crazy and break its leg on the track. The master fell off the horse... and was injured!"

Chen Zixing's pig-slaughtering screams echoed in the house. Wave after wave of servants came in with hot water and came out with basins of blood. The Chen family's steward stood outside the house, running around in a panic.

If anything goes wrong with the master this time, according to the old marquis's temper, everyone in this yard will be dead!

What should I do? What should I do?

About half an hour later, the room suddenly became quiet, the door opened, and an old man carrying a wooden box came out.

Manager Chen rushed over immediately, and Chen Wang and other servants hurriedly followed. Several of them asked at the same time: "Doctor! How is my master?"

"Young Marquis Chen's life has been saved. I prescribed a dose of Paralysis Powder to relieve the pain. He has fallen asleep now."

Steward Chen breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could finish his sigh, he heard the old doctor say, "Although his life has been saved, the young marquis's reproductive organs have been damaged. Medicine and food are ineffective. He probably won't be able to...can't..."

Manager Chen looked at the old doctor who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally realized the seriousness of the matter. He asked without giving up, "What can't be done?"

"Can't...have sex anymore." The old doctor sighed regretfully.

Can’t do human work anymore?

The master has become a eunuch?

The Loyalty Marquis Mansion has no descendants?!

Manager Chen felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. Fear spread throughout his limbs. He stepped back in fear, his face as pale as paper, as if he would faint in the next second.

“Someone come…someone come!”

Several servants rushed in from outside the yard.

"Catch the prefect of Shicheng here! The young marquis was injured so badly, and he, as the prefect, is also guilty of not protecting him properly!" Manager Chen gritted his teeth and said, "And the horse! Bring it here! If I don't kill it, I won't be able to vent my hatred!"

The servants immediately agreed and split into two groups. One group went out of the courtyard and went to the prefectural government office to escort the person, while the other group went to the horse farm behind the courtyard. However, the snow-white Dayuan horse that caused Chen Zixing to fall off the horse had long disappeared.

Two miles away from the southern suburbs of Shicheng, a girl in tattered linen clothes and with a waist as slender as a willow branch was riding a horse at full speed. The horse she was riding was snow-white, with its mane flying high. It was much larger than other horses. It was the Dayuan horse that had disappeared from the Chen Mansion.

The sun was setting in the west, and Feng Jia was the only one on the wide official road. She put you steadily on the horse's back, and could ride the horse well even without reins. Seeing that the time was almost up, Feng Jia slowly slowed down the horse, then made a beautiful somersault and jumped off the horse.

Feng Jia touched the crisscrossing whip marks on the snow-white horse's hind legs. Those were the whip marks he received in Chen's mansion because of his wild and unruly nature. He said, "Chen Zixing is a vengeful person. You caused him to fall off his horse and he will not forgive you. Today I will take the risk and let you go. It will be my apology for shooting your horse's leg in the horse field. We are even now."

Feng Jia untied the reins on the horse and patted it gently: "I heard that your Dayuan's Ferghana horses can gallop across the grasslands and can march for half a month even without food or water. They are rare generals' horses. It's a pity that Chen Zixing didn't know the value of you and only used you as an ordinary racehorse. You will be buried if you follow such a master. Go, go to your bigger world."

The horse looked at her with its eyes wide open, and suddenly snorted, as if in response. Then, the horse seemed to understand what Feng Jia said, and it stepped forward and ran forward. Its speed was getting faster and faster, and its hooves raised rolling yellow sand.

Feng Jia saw that the horse seemed to look back, but just a glance, then it jumped up again and continued its journey.

Only when the horse's back could no longer be seen did Feng Jia turn around and slowly walk towards the gate of Shicheng. Feng Jia thought that such a BMW would eventually go to the battlefield.

She also has her own path to follow.

The sun had not completely set in the west when Feng Jia entered Shicheng before curfew. As soon as she reached her temporary residence, before she even entered the gate, she saw Aunt Gao, who was arranged by the prefect to take care of her, standing at the door with her head held high and expectantly waiting. When she saw Feng Jia, she greeted her joyfully, "Congratulations, Miss Xie! Congratulations, Miss Xie!"

Feng Jia was confused by her smiling face: "Aunt Gao, I don't know why I am so happy?"

"Someone has come from the Prime Minister's Mansion! He said he is here to take the young lady back to the capital! What a great joy!"

"The Prime Minister's Mansion?" Feng Jia was a little surprised. The capital city was more than a thousand miles away from Shicheng. Even if one rode at full speed, it would take more than half a month to get there. However, in just a few days, the people from the Prime Minister's Mansion arrived?

Feng Jiaxin still had some doubts in his heart, but he still followed Aunt Gao into the garden. As soon as he entered the door, he saw more than a dozen men dressed as servants lined up majestically. They had firm eyes and were in unison. When Feng Jiaxin passed by them, he noticed that each of them had thick calluses on the knuckles. They must be martial artists who had practiced martial arts for many years.

He was not an ordinary servant, but more like a well-trained palace soldier.

"Is this your concubine sister?"

Feng Jia heard a very low male voice, the tone was between that of a teenager and an adult, with a somewhat arrogant tone. He looked Feng Jia up and down several times, and finally snorted: "She really was raised in a remote village. I say Xunyu, she is far inferior to your two sisters in the first room. Even the ones in the fourth and fifth rooms are probably not as good as her."

Feng Jia frowned and looked up at this outspoken person.

The young man was wearing a white robe that was ironed without a single wrinkle. He looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. His long hair was tied up tightly and he had a pair of distinctive sword-like eyebrows.

What a coincidence, she happened to know this man. Not only did she know him, but they even had some connection.

Shen Jing was the legitimate son of General Shen Tongxu.

Feng Jia thought back to her previous life, when she was appointed by the emperor as the Princess of Huicheng County because she had solved many strange cases in the capital. She often went in and out of the Dali Temple with her father. Shen Jing, who was only ten years old, would climb over the wall every day. The boy, like a little pink ball, would chase after her, calling "Sister, sister" non-stop, and insisted on pestering her to teach him how to solve cases.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jing has changed a lot in the three years since her death. He has changed from the passionate and sincere cute pink boy who said to her "Heaven created all things to nourish the people" and "The world belongs to all, this is the great harmony" to the current annoying guy who judges people by their appearance, emphasizes the difference between legitimate and illegitimate children, and speaks without restraint.

"Why are you looking at me like that?! Are you not happy that I called you a clown?"

Shen Jing's eyebrows raised, it was the first time he saw such a bold woman, who actually dared to look him in the face like that! Didn't she understand the differences between men and women?

What surprised Shen Jing even more was that he actually felt that there was a hint of disappointment and even a hint of disgust in the woman's eyes when she looked at him. Although that look was fleeting, he still caught it.

He is so handsome and suave, but she still dislikes him?

"I dare not." Feng Jia lowered his head, and a submissive look immediately appeared on his face.

"Shen Jing, who told you to talk like that! You scared my ninth sister!"

At this time, a man wearing a suit of fine ice-green silk with elegant orchid patterns embroidered on the sleeves came up. The man was already a grown man, with a jade belt around his waist and an ivory folding fan in his hand. He had an angular face that was extremely handsome, and he looked at Feng Jia with concern.

"That man is Shen Jing, the legitimate son of the General of Chariots and Cavalry." The man stood in front of Feng Jia and was about to reach out his hand, but he put it down as if he had thought of something. He stood there at a loss: "Ninth sister, I, I am your second brother, Xie Haoxuan."

Xie Haoxuan is the second son of the Xie family.

In the previous life, Feng Jia had never seen this brother-in-law, only because this brother-in-law's biological mother was Prime Minister Xie's wife. When Xie Haoxuan's mother married Prime Minister Xie, he was just a small fifth-rank minister. Later, he was appreciated by the emperor and rose to prominence. However, Mrs. Xie was a person with little luck and died early, leaving Xie Haoxuan alone and helpless. The current Mrs. Xie is Prime Minister Xie's later wife, that is, Prime Minister Xie's most favored concubine at the time.

So there are two legitimate sons in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but they are not from the same mother.

Because of this, the Second Young Master Xie did not have a close relationship with other people in the Xie family. At the age of six, he followed his grandfather to the border fortress Tongguan to defend against the Huns.

In her previous life, this man had to call her sister-in-law, but now her status has been reversed and she has become Xie Lanzhao, the concubine of the Xie family. She has to call him brother instead, thinking it is fate's trick.

"Second brother." Feng Jia bowed.

"Ninth sister, there's no need to be polite!" Xie Haoxuan, who had the same experience as Shen Jing, was fostered away from home when they were young and their mothers died early, felt a natural affinity for this concubine sister. He was afraid that she would mind Shen Jing's words just now, so he further explained: "Ninth sister, don't listen to that brat's nonsense. You are not ugly, not ugly at all. Your skin color is the healthiest. You are much more beautiful than those girls in the capital who have oily hair and powdered faces and pale faces!"

Feng Jia: “…”

Feng Jia really wanted to tell Xie Haoxuan that he was really not good at comforting people.

Well, she admitted that her skin color was a little darker and rougher than the noble ladies in Beijing. It was probably because the previous owner of this body, the real Xie Lanzhao, had not had a good life in the past thirteen years.

The Wang family was a hunter family and was not poor. However, Lan Zhao not only suffered from lack of food and clothing and frequent beatings, but was also frequently required to work in the fields. As a result, the 13-year-old Lan Zhao was not only shorter than ordinary people but also weak and sickly due to long-term malnutrition.

How much of Lan Zhao's experience over the years was due to the Wang family's cruelty and harsh treatment, and how much of it was due to Madam Xie's instructions?

Feng Jia secretly swore in her heart that it would soon be time for her to enter the Xie Mansion.

By then, she will get back everything they owe her, including Lan Zhao's share!