After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.

The rumors in Kyoto are like newly opened pear blossoms, scattered in every corner of Kyoto.

"Have you ever heard that this eldest son of the Su family actually supports an executioner?"

When the peddler heard this, he stopped and listened attentively.

The neighbor across the street from the man who was speaking was washing vegetables in a basin, and he replied without even looking up: "What? Are you the chief official of Yingtian Prefecture? You have already charged Su Dalang and the doctor before the court even opens?"

The man was not angry, but smiled and said, "Although I am not the superior, I have a way to know the inside story."

The man looked around and saw that his words had attracted quite a few onlookers, so he deliberately said loudly, "I not only asked other doctors in the city about the pulse diagnosis and treatment prescription provided by the doctor, but also asked someone to ask the successor of the imperial physician."

The man paused, then winked mysteriously and said, "They all said there was something wrong with the recipe."

His neighbor across the street slammed the basin down, and the splashing water soaked his trouser legs: "You should be conscientious. You were so poor back then, and your father wailed in bed for five days and five nights. No clinic in the whole capital was willing to accept your father, and in the end only...some people saved him, but it would have been better if they hadn't saved him!"

The man blushed and angrily argued: "Even if he saved my father's life, it can't offset the crime he committed this time."

The neighbor across the street closed the door, and his angry words were drowned out by the crowd's discussions: "Even Medicine King Bodhisattva can make mistakes, let alone an ordinary doctor?"

The peddler had just received some great news and immediately quickened his pace.

With this news as a lead, I'm afraid today's goods will sell faster.

"Do not miss passing through!"

The peddler put down the shoulder pole and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

He saw the old lady and the wives of the family sitting under a big tree at the entrance of the village, doing their work slowly and leisurely without even glancing at him.

The peddler rolled his eyes and said loudly, "Young Master Su of Yongchang Marquis's Mansion has fallen into big trouble. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to escape this time."

When they heard the words "Young Master Su of the Yongchang Marquis' Mansion", the aunts and the wives of the heads of the families all raised their heads.

"What are you talking about, Lang? Isn't the eldest son of the Su family preparing for the academy exam? How did he get into such big trouble?"

An extremely wealthy old lady was the first to ask.

The peddler patted his shoulder pole and said with a smile, "I have the finest needlework here. The needles are all polished to a shine, and they can be passed down for three generations. Auntie, would you like to come and take a look?"

The lady clapped her hands on her thighs and said cheerfully: "Then you tell me about this first. When you are done, if the price of the needle and thread is right, we will buy it."

The peddler did not doubt the old lady's words. Although the village he came from was located in the suburbs of Beijing, the villagers lived a relatively comfortable life because their clients were relatively generous.

"I don't know what's wrong with Su Dalang's brain. He actually wants to stand up for a doctor!"

The peddler said with saliva flying: "For this, he not only confronted the Duke of Ji's Mansion, but more importantly, it is said that the doctor really killed someone!"

The old lady interrupted him: "Don't talk nonsense. Killing people is the doctor's job. What does it have to do with Su Dalang?"

The old lady went to the peddler and picked up a box of needles and thread. She kept reminding him, "I want these goods. Don't ruin Su Dalang's reputation outside. If I find out that you talk nonsense again, I will tear you to pieces!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll listen to you." The peddler quickly wrapped up the needle and thread, and agreed.

After the peddler left, the young ladies under the tree gathered around.

"Mother, has Mr. Su been set up?"

"Aunt, are we still sending our sons to Baichuan Academy?"

"Sister-in-law, what should we do?"

As the leader of the women's army, Mrs. Fu looked at the old farmer who was squatting on the field and smoking a pipe.

She hid the worry in her eyes and said calmly, "The wife of the Marquis of Yongchuan is extremely intelligent and thinks ten steps ahead. Since she agreed to this matter, it means she must have a plan in mind."

Everyone echoed: "That's right, the one standing behind Su Dalang is the most beautiful woman in the world, Gu Nanxi!"

"With the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang here, it's like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea. We no longer have anything to fear."

"It seems that the Baichuan Academy's assessment is almost certain to succeed, otherwise the wife of the Yongchang Marquis would not have spent so much time on such a trivial matter."

"After the assessment of Baichuan Academy is over, I will send my eldest son to Baichuan Academy. The tuition there is cheap, and Lord Cui and the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang are teaching there. It's a perfect fit."

……

While everyone was chatting animatedly, the old lady quietly left the crowd and came to the old farmer.

"Old man, our daughter might be right. Su Dalang has fallen into a trap, right?"

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that he encountered this incident?

The news was widely spread, which put Su Dalang under great pressure.

The old lady frowned, her heart in turmoil: "But what are they trying to do? Are they trying to disturb Su Dalang's mood and cause him to fail the test?"

The old lady then shook her head again: "Baichuan Academy is full of talented people. Even if Su Dalang is not there, there are still Mr. Jiang and others."

The old farmer tapped his pipe on the edge of the field, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The old lady sighed deeply: "We sold the land to Su Dalang just to repay the kindness of the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang. Don't turn this act of repaying kindness into revenge."

"No, with Lord Cui here, Madam Yongchang should be fine."

The old farmer's eyes were deep. Cui Sanlun had been hanging around outside for more than ten years. Could it be that his sharpness had been worn away?

If that doesn't work, then we can only...

At the same time, Su Xueming and others were confused by two completely different answers.

"Doctor Chen said there was nothing wrong with the doctor's prescription. The patient with the fever took the medicine on time and should have gotten better."

Chen Yixuan: "But all the doctors in Kyoto say that there is something wrong with that prescription."

Li Mingde scratched his head and was in despair: "Is this a problem or not?"

Jiang Guanghai looked solemn: "Now it's not just a question of whether the prescription has a problem or not, but there are rumors that this doctor and that patient have a personal grudge and are deliberately trying to kill for money."

Everyone's hearts dropped. This medical error and murder for money were two different things.

Why is the situation getting more and more serious?