Reborn to marry a playboy, the scumbag kneels down and calls me aunt

Yinhuan sniffed her nose and looked at Su Xuqing with tears in her eyes.

"Really, really, just relax."

As he spoke, Su Xuqing stuffed the palm-leaf fan into Yinhuan's hand, then sat on a stool under the eaves, "Fan the fire! It's so hot that I'm dying."

There were footsteps outside the kitchen courtyard.

Su Min'er passed by the door and saw Su Xuqing sitting under the eaves, so she stood at the door with her hands on her waist.

"Oh, everyone in the mansion said that you do everything yourself every day to make medicine for Uncle Jiu, but it turns out that you are one thing in front of people and another behind their backs, ordering the little maid around here."

When Su Xuqing saw this guy, her mood suddenly fell.

It felt like she was a green-headed fly in the house, buzzing in my ears. Even if I killed her, she would pop up from somewhere else.

Where does she get the confidence from? She keeps looking for trouble with herself.

Haven't you suffered enough losses in these few days?

"you……"

Su Xuqing had just opened her mouth impatiently when Yinhuan beside her suddenly stood up. She changed from her usual timid attitude and fetched a bucket of dry water from the kitchen, using a wooden stick to dip it in water and throw it towards the door.

Su Min'er screamed in shock as the stinky and foul slop spilled all over her.

"You slut! You actually threw slop on me, do you want to die?"

Yinhuan snorted when she heard that. She held up the swill bucket with one hand and covered the bottom of the bucket with the other. "Whether I live or die is up to the old princess and my wife. It's not up to you to decide. If you disturb my wife's peace again, I'll treat you to leftovers!"

Su Min'er was so scared that Lian Lian stepped back after hearing this. She gritted her teeth and pointed at Yin Huan and Su Xu Qing and said, "Just wait for me, I will teach you a lesson sooner or later."

Seeing Su Min'er walking away, Yinhuan put the swill bucket on the ground and smiled foolishly.

"How about it, ma'am, am I awesome?"

Su Xuqing looked at Yinhuan with inquiring eyes. It was true that when you haven't seen a man for three days, you should look at him with new eyes. How come this little girl has become so courageous?

"Great, great! Who taught you to act so arrogantly?"

Yinhuan washed her hands with clean water and continued to fan the fire with a cattail leaf fan. She chuckled and said, "Qingzhu taught me this."

"Hmm? Qingzhu?"

This time it was Su Xuqing who was stunned.

"Yes, ever since the lady left that day, the villagers have been particularly disgusted with Qingzhu, saying that their family has offended a noble and brought trouble to the village, and they are clamoring to drive them out of the village."

Yinhuan fiddled with the wood in the stove and continued, "Then Qingzhu came to beg me, crying and kowtowed dozens of times. It seemed that she really knew she was wrong. Then I thought it was better to forgive her, so I came forward to plead for her and asked her to promise the villagers that she would behave herself in the future."

When the time came for the medicine in the jar to expire, Su Xuqing took out a blue and white porcelain bowl and scooped out the medicine.

Yinhuan put out the fire in the stove, but his mouth was not idle either.

"In the following days, she wasn't as aggressive as before. She just came over to please me and taught me how to avoid being bullied. Some of what she said was right, and some was wrong. I listened to half of it and forgot the other half."

Su Xuqing placed the medicine bowl on a tray and walked out with it. Yinhuan refused and insisted on taking the job from her, saying that it was unacceptable for a lady to do such a small thing herself.

On the way to the fourth room, Su Xuqing earnestly advised, "In the future, do things according to your heart. Don't hurt others, and don't let yourself get hurt. You need to distinguish the things of Qingzhu Sect by yourself. If you do something wrong one day, I, the madam, will punish you."

Yinhuan smiled foolishly and said, I'm not afraid.

After watching Shen Xuanheng drink the medicine, Su Xuqing sat in front of the window and studied the acupuncture spectrum in Shennong's Herbal Classic. The acupuncture methods in it turned decay into magic and could effectively suppress the pecking sparrow pulse in Shen Xuanheng's body.

But suppression is suppression after all. If the toxins cannot be discharged, it will always have an impact on Shen Xuanheng's body. If, like that night, he suddenly used too much force and injured his meridians, the suppressed poison would come back again.

It would be fine if Su Xuqing was by his side, but if not, the consequences would be disastrous.

If we want to cure Shen Xuanheng completely now, we may have to rely on the remaining part of Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica. However, the wandering monk is nowhere to be found and the old Taoist priest has also left the capital. It may be difficult to obtain the remaining part of Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica in a short time.

However, with the acupuncture techniques from the Baicao Jing, Su Xuqing can continue to help Shen Xuanheng prolong his life, and there shouldn't be any serious problems within three to five years.

"Husband, from today on, you can't run around anymore. You must stay at home and take good care of yourself."

"Um……"

Shen Xuanheng originally wanted to be honest about Liang Heng's identity, otherwise if she found out one day, she would definitely be unhappy that he had kept it from her.

But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, Su Xuqing suddenly said this, and Shen Xuanheng had to swallow them back.

You can't stay at home. Some things have already started and there is no turning back.

"Ma'am, there's a letter for you!"

Yinhuan came in skipping and jumping, and handed a neat letter with a faint scent of rouge to Su Xuqing. The sender's name on the envelope was written as Sun Youwei.

"She has something to do with you?"

Seeing Sun Youwei's name, Shen Xuanheng was suddenly attacked by the memory of the dead. Could this woman still want to pursue Liang Heng? This is really... a sin.

Su Xuqing unfolded the letter and shrugged.

"She invited me to Qingfengzhai for tea, saying she wanted to discuss something."

Shen Xuanheng's eyes moved, and then asked: "Then do you want to go?"

Su Xuqing shook her head. "Forget it. You're not well yet. I'll stay at home with you."

Hearing this, Shen Xuanheng smiled gently, his dark eyes full of affection. He spread the fingers of his left hand, inserted them through the fingers of Su Xuqing's right hand, and interlocked their fingers.

"Madam, since you have been invited, you should go and have a look. It's rare for you to have someone of your own age to socialize with, so you should move around more. You have been following your husband around for so many days, so you should relax and take a break."

Su Xuqing was a little hesitant, as she was worried about Shen Xuanheng being alone at home.

Shen Xuanheng saw her worry, then his eyes rolled slightly and he became angry.

He stretched out his free hand, hugged Su Xuqing in his arms, and then reached out to pull her collar, "Since Madam doesn't want to go out, then take off your clothes and accompany me."

Su Xuqing glanced at the still open door, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly pushed him open.

"Humph, I won't accompany you anymore. You just know how to bully me!"

Su Xuqing put the letter in her arms, then simply put on a hairpin and went out to keep the appointment. Before leaving, she did not forget to make a face at Shen Xuanheng.

In the room, Shen Xuanheng leaned against the head of the bed and smiled, then his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

"Follow the madam closely. If anything happens to her, you will all be beheaded!"

"Yes!"

A deep voice came from outside the window. In broad daylight, several dark shadows left the Zhennan Palace like ghosts.

After leaving the palace gate, Su Xuqing got on the carriage. She took out the letter sent by Sun Youwei, her expression as cold as ice.