After binding the mistress system, raise cubs and train husbands in the mansion

After hearing this, Bo Chen's first reaction was to walk up to Xie Songqiao and beat him up with punches and kicks.

Bai Yuan hurried forward and held him back, "Okay, Third Brother, we can't die here."

The implication is: He can die anywhere he wants, as long as he can't have anything to do with his mother.

He stopped only after hearing his elder brother's dissuasion.

Bai Jin walked up to Yun Zhihan and asked, "Mom, who was the person bathing just now?"

She pointed at Tuoba Hong without saying anything.

"This matter is over. Everyone, please spread the word. Do not let the news leak out. If I find out who spread it, there will be only one fate waiting for him, and that is death."

After Bai Jin finished speaking, the maids nodded in agreement.

Then, Yun Zhihan added, "Not only everyone present here, but also those who are eavesdropping everywhere, listen carefully, this matter ends here."

"If there are those who are blind and insist on causing trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Before Yun Zhihan traveled through time, he often read novels and knew that the sound insulation between houses in ancient times was poor. In addition, there were many servants in the marquis' mansion, so it was inevitable that one or two would eavesdrop or peek.

"Yes!" the servants replied.

"Okay, Yuan'er, it's getting late. Please go get a doctor to treat your uncle."

"Don't worry, mother. I'll go right away."

"Okay, everyone, please disperse."

Yun Zhihan turned his gaze to Tuoba Hong, "Ah Hong, I am grateful for your presence today, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

"Madam, you don't have to be so polite. This is what I should do. Madam, go back and rest. I will guard outside the door and will not let anyone get close."

Jinshang was worried that something might happen to his mother again, so he took the initiative to say, "Mom, let me sleep with you tonight."

"it is good."

Bo Chen grabbed one of Xie Songqiao's arms and dragged him back.

Yun Zhihan didn't want to let General Tuoba sleep outside, so he made a temporary sleeping place for him in the outer room.

She and Bai Jin were lying on the bed, closing their eyes to rest. Bored, she asked, "Jin'er, when will Guard Jiang come back from the bandit fight?"

"Mom, why do you bring this up again? There are so many good men in Beijing, why did you choose him?" Bai Jin was curious, didn't she deserve someone better?

"Silly child, when choosing a man, you should look at his character. Although those dude boys are noble, they all have three wives and four concubines in their backyards. Can you stand that?"

"If you meet a scheming, petty-minded concubine, you won't have the energy to do anything else. Your life will be wasted like this. Mother can't bear it."

"But, mother, how can you be sure that Guard Jiang won't have it?"

"Silly child, he is already in his twenties. If he wanted to have three wives and four concubines, he would have married them long ago. Why did he wait until today and still be single?"

"But there's no guarantee that people will change, right?" For example: mother herself.

In the past, she never cared about her and Bo Chen's life and death, and let them fend for themselves. But these days, her mother treated them as pearls and never let outsiders bully them.

Of course, she was too embarrassed to say these words out loud; they were too corny. It was okay to say them jokingly to a man who didn't care about her, but she was too shy to express them to someone who really cared about her.

"Then change one." Yun Zhihan said without hesitation, "If your husband dares to bully you in the future, come back to your parents' home. Will the Xie family still not be able to support you?"

Bai Jin raised the corners of her mouth. Although she did not give a direct answer, she was no longer afraid.

The two of them talked to each other and slowly fell asleep.

……

On the other hand, Bai Yuan didn't want to ask the court doctor to treat this scumbag, so he just invited a half-baked doctor to come to his house.

This man's surname is Yang, he is in his early fifties, and he spent the first half of his life fortune-telling for others. But because his fortune-telling was inaccurate, his business was overturned by someone.

Seeing that he had lost his livelihood, he read a few medical books and taught himself some emergency medical skills. He was good at treating headaches and fevers, but he knew nothing about serious illnesses.

Today, Bai Yuan actually invited him to come to the Xie family to see patients. He thought that God had mercy on him and gave him such a big pie in the sky, which made him very happy.

Bai Yuan knew a little about this person. The medicines he prescribed were all tonics. They wouldn't kill people, but they couldn't cure diseases either. They could just be regarded as drinking water.

"Doctor Yang, my uncle is in there. Please diagnose him carefully later. Don't worry, the reward will not be small."

"Master, thank you for your praise. I will do my best."

When Old Yang went in, he found that Xie Songqiao was already dying. If he had not been a strong man, he would have died long ago.

"Master, why is this man so seriously injured? I'm afraid I can't do anything."

"Doctor Yang, please feel free to diagnose my pulse and prescribe medicine. It's so late now and I can't find another doctor. Please help me."

"Okay, then, how about giving it a try, little man?"

"please!"

Old Yang sat beside Xie Songqiao and began to diagnose his pulse. After about half an hour, he said with a worried look on his face, "Master, please forgive me for my incompetence. Your injuries are too severe."

"The old man had twelve broken ribs, a combination of old and new injuries, and his kidneys were severely deficient."

"If you want to cure him, there is only one way." In fact, he couldn't be cured at all, but he knew that with such a serious injury, asking others to see it might not be able to cure it, so it would be better to let him get the better of him.

"Doctor Yang, please speak!" Xie Baiyuan didn't care. He would let this scumbag live for a few more days before dying. This way, he would have done his best.

"I have a lucky treasure. After you take my medicine, put this lucky treasure beside your pillow. Then you will be able to turn misfortune into fortune and recover on your own."

"Okay! Doctor Yang, please prescribe the medicine quickly and get the Fubao." As he said that, he took out a silver ingot and handed it to him.

Seeing this, Old Yang's eyes sparkled. This silver ingot was so shiny. "I'll prescribe the medicine right away. You don't have to take the Fubao. It's right with me."

He took out a large red sachet from the medicine box, on which was inlaid the image of Guanyin Bodhisattva, "Master, take a look."

Xie Boyuan took it and knew at the touch that the material of the sachet was rough. One ingot of silver could buy several large boxes. However, in order to make it look good, he pretended not to know why.

"I thank you, Doctor Yang."

"You're welcome, young master!" After prescribing the medicine, Old Yang left happily.

Xie Boyuan looked at the prescription and found that it contained a bunch of tonic herbs like angelica, astragalus, ginseng, etc., but not a single main herb for treating injuries. However, he was very satisfied.

"Tomorrow, follow this prescription to get the medicine and boil it for uncle to take. Don't neglect it and take good care of him."

"Yes! Young Master!" The maids in Xie Songqiao's room did not dare to object. Seeing the master like this, they knew that he had gone out to cause trouble again.

The next morning, Xie Boyuan came to Doctor Yang's clinic again and found the door closed. After asking others, he learned that he had closed the clinic overnight and returned to his hometown.

He said his mother was seriously ill in his hometown and he wanted to go back immediately to take care of her.

After hearing this, Xie Boyuan went back without asking any more questions.

Yun Zhihan was in a good mood after hearing the news. When she was thinking about how Xie Songqiao should die, she suddenly thought of someone.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, so she is the most suitable person to do it.