An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

When Sang Ling returned to Gao Mansion, Sang Feng'e had just woken up.

The cousin was still lying in the inner room, and the aunt still looked dazed. She sat on the mat for a long time without saying a word. Sang Ling knelt opposite her and poured hot water into the ear cup, but saw Wei Ai lowering her head in the corridor, secretly wiping away tears.

She turned around and said softly, "My father is probably still in the palace. I met Young Marquis Nie halfway. He said he was going to Weinan to look for Brother Guan, so I came back first. Aunt——"

After all, this was the first time she had encountered such a thing. Even if she had made up her mind, she did not dare to make the final decision. If Sang Feng'e still wanted to ask the imperial physician, then as soon as the 3:00 p.m. hour arrived, she would go to the Taiwei Mansion and tell Sang Wu about it.

Sang Feng'e nodded and said, "The Guan family can. The Guan family knows about his illness."

It seemed as if Sang Feng'e also knew the cause of Gao Heng's illness. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Aunt, what happened to my cousin?"

It would have been fine if I hadn't asked. Even though the woman in front of me was sad, her emotions were still stable. This question made her tears burst like a flood. Her eyebrows knitted together and she sobbed. Sang Ling hurried forward to help her calm down, and Wei Ai also stepped forward in time.

It took another round of comfort to calm the woman down.

Sang Ling didn't dare to ask more questions.

……

Just after sunset, Nie Ce arrived with his men.

A Shan ran towards the painting hall, and his voice echoed in the front yard. Sang Ling was drowsy, he raised his head and went out to meet someone.

Perhaps she had known it all along the way, Brother Guan was led into the bedroom of the painting hall with a medical box in his arms. Without any hesitation, Sang Feng'e followed him, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered a few words, explaining what happened before the incident.

Sang Ling overheard a few words at the door and only then realized that it was about Gao Heng marrying a girl from the Zhou family.

She did not follow him in. Firstly, the doctor was inside taking his pulse and the room was crowded and noisy; secondly, Nie Ce was outside, and she had to trouble him anyway, so someone had to go and greet him.

He ordered Cheng to prepare towels, hot water and other things, and then cast his eyes on the people in the corridor, "Come in and sit for a while."

It has been dark since the afternoon, and I guess he hasn't stopped for a moment.

"I'm too lazy to change these." Nie Ce pointed to the straw raincoat and hat.

Indeed, if he has something else to do, he will have to put it on again when riding a horse, and it will be troublesome to change back and forth.

Sang Ling stood in the corridor with him, waiting for the people inside to finish the diagnosis.

By this time, the rain had stopped long ago. There was only the sound of a few drops of water on the pillars. There was no sound inside. The people outside were also quiet. There was not even a servant walking around. Sang Ling was blank for a long time before he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. It was awkward, so he started talking again, "Do you know the Guan family too?

"Yeah." Nie Ce nodded in response and sat down directly on the corridor.

He was really a military man, not at all particular. Sang Ling was wearing a long robe, so it was not appropriate for him to sit on the ground like him, so he looked away. Then he said, "When we were in the northwest, Gao Aman fell ill twice. At that time, I was stationed with him in Juyan County. The military doctors were helpless, so I took him to the Guan family, which was a hundred miles away... In the past few years, he has taken good care of himself, so I thought he was cured. Guan Taigong was so sick in the past..."

He didn't say anything else, which made the situation even more confusing. Sang Ling recalled the appearance of his aunt and Aunt Wei just now. It was obvious that this illness was an old one. After hearing what Nie Ce said, the doubts in his mind deepened.

She subconsciously asked, "How was it back then?"

At the same time as she said this, she was also searching for everything about Gao Heng in her mind. At that moment, a light thunder sounded in the sky. At this moment, she thought of the father and daughter who had passed away one after another: Gao Shiqu and Gao Li.

"Grandpa once said that if the disease does not recur, there will be no worries in the rest of your life. If it recurs, you will just have to wait for the right time." Nie Ce's voice became increasingly deep, as if it carried countless needles, piercing into the hearts of the people beside him with the wind.

Sang Ling didn't even have time to be surprised. Instead, he smiled dryly and said, "It's not that weird."

What kind of disease could this be?

But after she asked the question, the corners of her mouth quickly dropped again - she didn't understand pathology, and even in modern times, there are still many difficult and complicated diseases, let alone in this ancient era.

Before the conversation could continue, the voices of people inside could be heard. The two looked at each other. Sang Ling no longer cared about him, lifted her skirt, took a step, and ran inside.

Senior Brother Guan had already prepared the prescription, then shook his head and sighed for a long time.

"Madam, you should know better than me. Ah Man should keep calm. This disease is something you have had since your mother's womb. As far as I know, the head of the family and the young lady both got sick because they were too angry. Although Ah Man's life is not in danger now, he should not get angry again."

"Yes, yes, it's my fault." Sang Feng'e twirled her handkerchief, the tears on her face had dried, and her usually neat high bun was loose. Wei Ai helped her to stand steadily, and Sang Ling followed and went over to arrange a place for Senior Brother Guan to live with Sang Feng'e.

Then she remembered Nie Ce who was still at the door. Sang Feng'e was not in a good condition at the moment, so she took the initiative to take on the task of entertaining the guests. "I'll go and greet them. Aunt, you can go and have some food first."

That being said, Nie Ce is still a famous figure after all. If it weren't for him, who knows what would have happened in the end. Sang Feng'e knew this, so she went forward and greeted him, "Lord Nie, come in and sit for a while and take a rest."

"Madam, don't worry about me." Although Nie Ce's expression was solemn, his tone was gentle. "I can't stay for long. When Brother Aman wakes up, please go to Marquis Mu Wu's mansion and tell him."

It seemed that the two of them were truly friends. Sang Feng'e nodded and signaled Sang Ling to send the person out of the house.

But rather than saying that Sang Ling was seeing him off, it would be more accurate to say that he was jogging behind him - this man was tall and walked very briskly.

"Just send it here." The person in front of her stopped and looked at her, and both of them were stunned.

In fact, when Nie Ce saw this figure from the front of Ban's house, he was a little uncertain. He didn't expect that the graceful girl in front of him was Sang Ling. This face also recovered as if it was reborn.

Even though he knew at first sight that the Sang family girl was indeed a little special among the noble ladies in Beijing, he didn't think much of it. After returning from the northwest, he had seen all kinds of people over the years, some were extravagant and debauched, some were poor and destitute. Outward appearance was just a layer of skin. Many people were all gold on the outside and rotten on the inside, just like a toilet with gold rim.

It is true that he never made any distinction between good and bad looks. But now he had to admit that among all the women he had ever seen, the Sang family girl was undoubtedly the most beautiful.

"Is your injury healed?" Unlike the person in front of him who was deep in thought, Sang Ling was still thinking about the last polite words.

Even though I knew he was fine, after giving it some thought, I still felt it would be a good idea to ask - it was just a courtesy after all.

"My butt." Hearing this, Nie Ce actually looked behind himself, "It's solid, it's fine already."

This person is really...