The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

Ordinary Linglian grass can only treat Chu Yingxue's injuries temporarily but not the root cause.

In her previous life, she found a red lotus grass at the bottom of the cliff. Lotus grass is usually green, but the red ones are fifty years old.

This lotus grass not only cleaned up Chu Yingxue's old scars, but also cleansed and nourished her skin, making her face as smooth as a peeled egg.

Chu Yingxue was still staring at the plant

Although there was only a faint wrinkle on her face, all the young ladies who went to the capital had skin as smooth as cream and white as snow.

Especially Chu Yizhao, his skin was as tender as the snow lotus from Tianshan Mountains, so tender that you could pinch water out of it.

Chu Yingxue looked at Chu Yizhao's slender fingers, and a flash of jealousy passed through her. If she had lived in the Marquis' Mansion since she was a child, she could also...

Chu Yizhao pushed the red vegetation in front of Chu Yingxue

"Sister, do you know this?"

Chu Yingxue looked at it again and again, and said uncertainly, "Zero Lotus Grass?"

"good eyesight"

"Why is it red?" Chu Yingxue had seen the raw material before, green grass, but this time it was red...

Chu Yingxue vaguely guessed something. She couldn't believe it, and her hands began to tremble slightly...

Chu Yizhao smiled gently. "The red lotus grass is ten times more effective."

"Really!" Chu Yingxue's eyes lit up with surprise. She hurried forward a few steps, wanting to touch the bright red grass.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the grass stem, Chu Yizhao pulled the grass back violently, frowning, "Sister, why are you so anxious? What if such a precious thing is damaged?"

She relaxed her eyebrows again, and said lightly, with a hint of gloating, "There is only one in the world. If it breaks, there will be nothing left..."

Chu Yingxue was both happy and anxious. She didn't even hear what Yi Zhao said. She only cared about when this grass could erase the scar on her face.

"Sister, when will this ointment be ready?"

Chu Yizhao looked at her twice, his eyes were dark, as if he could see through time, looking at the gray and dim cage...

"The day after tomorrow"

"Thank you, sister." Chu Yingxue was overjoyed. She left in a hurry without even saying goodbye.

After watching Chu Yingxue disappear, Huaichun said worriedly, "Miss, Madam has always wanted your recipe and has already called the doctor to learn it. If you show the ingredients to Miss Cousin now, I'm afraid it won't be your turn to prepare the medicine..."

Chu Yizhao tapped the brocade box twice with his slender fingers, making a dull thumping sound. "That's just right."

A sandalwood bed, a brocade quilt, a Suzhou embroidery screen, and a moon-shadow gauze.

Chu Yizhao lay there with her eyes open until dawn. She tried to sleep for a while, then suddenly opened her eyelids.

Fortunately... it's still the familiar boudoir...

The next day, Chu Yizhao got up early and looked at the beautiful face in the mirror. Her skin was delicate and tender, and her eyes were bright and lively. However, she had stayed up late last night, so there were some dark circles under her eyes.

Chu Yizhao found it funny, how delicate she was.

When she was in the dungeon, swarms of snakes, insects, rats and ants crawled over her body and bit her flesh. When she had hands, she could crush a few of them to death. Later, she lost even her hands and could only suffer in pain all night long until dawn.

Later, she couldn't even see the dawn...

Wo Qiu walked in and said, "Miss, the madam is here with her cousin."

"So early?" They came so quickly, it wasn't in vain that she got up so early.

Zhao Yuzhen brought Chu Yingxue in, followed by an old man with a full beard.

Chu Yizhao performed a standard greeting, "Mother"

"Hmm" Looking at Chu Yizhao's graceful figure, Zhao Yuzhen felt a little satisfied. She was generous and graceful, well-educated and well-mannered. Her eldest daughter was impeccable in every way. What a pity.

Chu Yizhao keenly noticed Zhao Shuzhen's regretful look and slightly curled the corners of his lips.

Zhao Yuzhen cares more about her own face than blood ties. A peerless and well-read child can better understand her feelings.

Chu Yingxue grew up in the countryside and had little education. She knew nothing about the social skills among the young ladies in the capital, and she needed her nanny's guidance several times on how to perform etiquette.

So, when Chu Yingxue first came to the Marquis' Mansion, Zhao Yuzhen didn't even look at her.

Later, Chu Yizhao slowly healed her face, revealing a look that was 30% similar to Zhao Yuzhen's. Zhao Shuzhen found it interesting, and began to think more about cultivating her.

It will only be useful if her face is cured, but what if it can't be cured?

Zhao Yuzhen sat down and spoke gently, "I heard from Xue'er that you found a magical herb that can cure her face?"

Chu Yizhao glanced at Chu Yingxue behind Zhao Yuzhen. The latter lowered her head and pulled her handkerchief, looking pure and pitiful.

"Yes, mother. The last time I went to Wuqing Cliff, I found a fifty-year-old lotus grass. I boiled it into medicine and applied it for half a month. It will be almost effective."

"Last time? You found it a month ago, why are you telling me now?" Zhao Yuzhen was unhappy

Chu Yizhao said calmly, "Because I'm considering whether to give it to my sister Xue'er."

"What are you still considering!" Chu Yingxue suddenly spoke up, her voice impatient and her eyes full of resentment.

She found it a month ago and is still considering it. In her opinion, Chu Yizhao did it on purpose and she doesn't want to restore her appearance at all.

"Sister, medicine is toxic. The fifty-year-old spiritual herbs are too potent. I am also wondering if your current body can withstand it."

Chu Yizhao said seriously that Huaichun had good skills. Today, she had her hair done in a Lingxu bun, with royal blue hairpins and blue stone earrings, which made her look stunningly beautiful and elegant.

Especially the blush under the eyes, contrasting with the fair skin, Chu Yizhao's face is glowing.

Chu Yingxue saw it and bit her lip in hatred. She didn't believe a word Chu Yizhao said. She had also said at the beginning that the medicine had medicinal properties and asked her to pay attention to a light diet. But she was fine after eating the flavoring peppers that her third brother sent back from the border.

"Aunt, my sister is worried for a reason. Why don't we let Doctor Zheng take a look? He is experienced and has cured many queens and princesses. He will definitely be able to help my sister."

Doctor Zheng, the useless guy who was beaten half to death and thrown out of the palace.

Chu Yizhao smiled, her beautiful face was as pretty as a flower, which made Chu Yingxue persuade her several times. Zhao Yuzhen finally spoke and asked Chu Yizhao to take the things to the old man.

Zheng Shi opened the brocade box, took out the beautiful red grass, smelled it, and then plucked some branches and leaves and twisted them.

Chu Yingxue was heartbroken. Any less of this would mean less hope of recovering her appearance...

After Zheng Shi finished checking, he put down the grass and said, "Madam, this grass is not fifty years old as Miss Fifth said, but forty-five years old. This medicine is very effective and mild in effect. It is a good time to use it as medicine.

Apply this medicine on your face, and within half a month, your cousin's face will be restored to its original state. Not only that, it can also nourish your skin and make it as smooth as a baby's."

Chu Yingxue was overjoyed and pushed Zhao Yuzhen with her hand, "Mother...Aunt, did you hear that? Please ask Doctor Zheng to prepare the medicine."

Zhao Yuzhen glared at Chu Yingxue secretly, feeling annoyed.

After staring, she asked Doctor Zheng, "Are you sure?"

"I guarantee it with my life"

"Okay," Zhao Shuzhen nodded with satisfaction, then frowned and said to Chu Yizhao, "Zhao'er, your medical skills are limited. You mistook forty-five years as fifty years, and almost delayed your sister's life. Why don't you give this lotus grass to Doctor Zheng and let him make medicine?"

His tone was still slightly inquiring, and he had already asked the nanny beside him to take away the brocade box on the table.

Chu Yizhao was embarrassed and said, "But...I have always been the one who treated my sister's face...What if this imperial doctor doesn't know the severity of the problem..."

"That's none of your business!" Chu Yingxue was afraid that Chu Yizhao would take the things back, so she blurted out and looked at Chu Yizhao with hatred, "You read the medicine wrong, I don't trust you at all."

After that, she stepped forward and helped up the kneeling Zheng Shi, and said gently, "Doctor, don't be afraid. Just treat my face. I will take responsibility for any problems that arise."

Zhao Yuzhen's frown deepened. As a rich lady, she actually helped a foreign man and said such stupid words. Is this person really her biological daughter?

Chu Yizhao, on the other hand, lowered his head and said guiltily, "I am sorry for my sister. I will trouble Doctor Zheng. My sister should be careful not to be greedy for food and drink. Eat light and punctual..."

"I know, I know." Chu Yingxue interrupted Chu Yizhao impatiently. She had been restrained by Chu Yizhao for these days because of her face, and she was already fed up with it. Now that she was about to be freed from the cage, her temper became even more uncontrollable...

Seeing this, Zhao Yuzhen shook her head, her eyes showing displeasure, but she didn't say anything.

A group of people came and left in a hurry, and soon, Chu Yizhao was the only one left in the room.

Wo Qiu came in, poured tea for Chu Yizhao, and said indignantly, "Miss, they just took our things away like that?!"

"Yes, I have learned the prescription. Now that I have seen the raw materials, why don't you come and get them?" Chu Yizhao drank the tea in one gulp, turned his fingertips, and the cute little jade teacup fell steadily into his palm...

She never thought of keeping the secret recipe to herself. Medical skills and medicinal materials are originally taken from the world and used by the world.

Even if Aunt Sun, who was washing clothes, came to ask her, she would give her some guidance.

In her previous life, she didn't care about these things, and believed that the key to medicine and diet was to be happy and peaceful.

After the prescription was taken away by Doctor Zheng, it did benefit many people, but he charged a very high fee, and most of the money flowed into the Quyang Marquis Mansion.

At that time, she thought that this was also a contribution to the Marquis's Mansion, but she didn't know that the money belonged to someone else, and the fault of killing someone became hers...

"What's the point of giving it to Miss Cousin? She can't even say thank you. If you give it to the disfigured Princess Nanrong, you can get a reward of several thousand taels..."

Huaichun sighed, and Chu Yizhao placed the wine glass neatly on the silver plate.

The dark eyes are bright and lively.

*

Three days later, the sun was scorching hot. People felt like they were being roasted in fire under the scorching sun. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and then evaporated dry. The vendors closed their stalls early and went home. The streets were dusty and empty.

The young Taoist priest in black robes walked in from the main gate, walked into the hall, sat down with a majestic posture, and waited for the host.

The living room has carved beams and painted rafters, and phoenix tiles and keel, and it's clear at first glance that this is a wealthy family.

After a while, a middle-aged man in splendid clothes came in and politely bowed, "Are you the beloved disciple of Tianguang Taoist?"

Chu Yizhao stroked his fake beard and replied, "That's right."

"The small path is bright"

Wei Jingchuan didn't waste any words and directly invited the person to a small building in the backyard. "Master Dongming, this is where my daughter lives."

The three-story building was covered with white gauze from top to bottom. All the light-transmitting gaps in front of the door and bed were covered tightly, showing the owner's determination to trap himself inside.

Chu Yizhao saw an osmanthus tree on the left front side of the small building. She smiled and said, "In August, the sweet osmanthus smells fragrant for miles. It would be vulgar if we could only smell it. Take off all these silks and wait until the sweet osmanthus smells fragrant. Then ask the princess to make some snacks for me to taste."

Such outrageous words were spoken, but Wei Jingchuan did not blame him at all. Instead, he stood there in a daze, tears pouring into his eyes like a tide.

He shouted ecstatically, asking the servants to quickly remove the silk that was in the way...

Chu Yizhao didn't want to see a middle-aged fat uncle crying, so he walked into the hanging flower gate in front of the small building.

Prince Liang Wei Jingchuan was the eighth son of the late emperor. He lived up to his title, being virtuous, gentle, and elegant. He had a son and a daughter.

Crown Prince Wei Xingche is highly valued by Emperor Yuan'an and is now leading troops in battle at the border.

Princess Liang died of hemorrhage when giving birth to her little girl. Prince Liang and his wife were a young couple and were deeply in love. Naturally, Prince Liang doted on the child whom his wife had risked her life for.

When Princess Nanrong was ten years old, she accompanied the prince on a hunting trip. For some reason, dozens of poisonous snakes appeared in the enclosure. In order to protect the prince, Nanrong was bitten by the poisonous snakes. Although it was not fatal, her whole body was festered and her good skin and flesh were rotten to pieces.

Emperor Yuan An was grateful to Nan Rong for saving the prince, so he set up a huge amount of gold, a mansion, and summoned famous doctors from all over the world.

Even though her illness had not been cured for so many years, the princess' miserable condition had become known to the whole world.

The originally cute and graceful little beauty turned into a monster covered in toad skin...it's really sad.

Later, Nan Rong asked for death several times, and Prince Liang was heartbroken and cried every day.

Emperor Yuan An felt uncomfortable, so he increased the reward. If anyone could provide clues about the miracle doctor, he would be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver. If anyone could cure Princess Nanrong, he would be rewarded with a golden mouth and jade words.

The emperor’s words, this is what Chu Yizhao wants.

The gauze was removed, and the dark fog in the pavilion was dispersed by the sunlight, and a light dust floated on the projection of the window.

The wood, which has never seen sunlight, is damp and stuffy, and exudes a smell of decay and decay.

"Where's the gauze? Gauze? Block out the light! Block it!!"

“Father! Father—!”

Princess Nanrong suddenly let out a shrill and terrified cry, and she called out to Prince Liang in despair.

Prince Liang was walking behind Chu Yizhao. When he heard the shout, he ran into the room quickly, howling as he ran.

"My son... my son!"

When Chu Yizhao arrived, maids and servants were standing by. In the middle was a step-out bed, surrounded by thick cotton yarn and several screens that tightly enclosed the bed. It felt like you couldn't breathe...

Prince Liang was sitting on the bed, and could vaguely see a little one in his arms trying desperately to get inside.

Chu Yizhao looked around and saw so many people, looking at them like monkeys. "Let the princess's personal attendant stay, and the rest of you go out."

The servants left one by one, leaving two girls of about fifteen or sixteen years old standing in the room.

Chu Yizhao took out a jar of ointment from his sleeve and said carefully, "After the princess washes herself, apply this ointment wherever there is a scar. Be sure to apply it carefully and without missing an inch."

“In hot weather, you don’t need to apply too thickly, just a thin layer twice a day, in the morning and before going to bed.

Do not drink alcohol, eat greasy or spicy food. Fruits and vegetables are best. You will see results in three or four days. Just bear with it for a month."

The magical herb can be used as medicine, just like the Shiquan Dabu Pills, just apply it and the effect will be cured. As long as there is a layer of skin on the body, the disease can be cured.

Before Chu Yizhao left, he thought of something and told Prince Liang, "Your Highness, diet is of utmost importance. Please take care of it. If the medicine is gone, come to the old place to ask for it."

After saying that, she left. Nan Rong's illness had not been cured for a long time, and Prince Liang was already at the end of his strength. He would try as long as there was a glimmer of hope. There was no need for her to say anything more.

This outfit was too thick and she was so hot that she was about to get prickly heat. She had to go back to the theater quickly.

The sound gradually disappeared. Nan Rong raised his head in a daze. His face was covered with wrinkles, layer upon layer.

Two eyeballs squeezed out from the pile of flesh, they were big and bright. Unlike the old fat skin, her voice was sweet and clear, and one could tell at the first glance that she was a teenage girl.

"Father, doesn't it look at me?"

"Are you...disdaining me, your son..."

Nan Rong's depressed and inferior look made Prince Liang cry.

The big hand gently stroked the delicate back of the person in his arms and comforted him.

"She is a deity, no need to look at her"

Over the years, both imperial physicians and traveling doctors have come to see her. Every time they saw Nan Rong's face, they would tremble unconsciously, hurting her time and time again.

His child was once the most brave and beautiful girl on the grassland, but she was almost killed by the secular gaze...