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

"Doctor Zhao, please check on my son. He kept coughing yesterday. I was so worried."

The young woman was seeing the patient while holding her child. Chu Yizhao and Dong Yanwan were sitting in a blind corner. They couldn't see outside but they could see Doctor Zhao's patients at a glance.

The child looked about four or five years old. He was fat and strong from eating so much. Chu Yizhao couldn't help but think of Niu Bao, a child who was also about the same age.

Feeling sad, I couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The child was fat and active, and the slender woman could not hold him, so she had to hold him tightly with her arms. As she twisted her body, a touch of green came into Chu Yizhao's eyes.

"That bracelet..."

"Her bracelet has a really nice water head."

Dong Yanwan also saw it and praised

Chu Yizhao was puzzled, "How can a peasant woman have such qualities?"

"A peasant woman? Not necessarily."

Dong Yanwan became interested and pointed them out to her one by one.

"Look, those white jade earrings, the finest mutton fat, the child is wearing southern brocade, which costs a hundred taels per piece, especially the turquoise on the toe of his shoe, which is the unique green pine green of Yaocheng."

"In the entire Shangjing City, only Princess Qianyang and the Prince of Yue Palace have such exquisite items."

Chu Yizhao's mind was in a mess, like a fluffy and messy hemp rope, entangled in a corner.

“How do you know so much?”

Dong Yanwan said, "My eldest sister-in-law is a good friend of Princess Qianyang. When my nephew was born, the princess gave him a piece of turquoise as big as a baby's fist. My father was so happy that he jumped like a monkey for three days..."

While the two were chatting and laughing, the woman had already left. Chu Yizhao couldn't understand what was going on and didn't take it to heart.

"Miss, the boy has finished washing."

Chang Nian's claws trembled and he raised his head in despair.

Chu Yizhao rolled his eyes at him and said, "Go back to Huaichun to get your reward."

"Okay, please come in, miss~" Chang Nian suddenly smiled and bent his waist like a servile boy.

Dong Yanwan covered her mouth and laughed, "Ah Ming, you are such an interesting person."

Walking through the corridor, there is a small door, which is usually the small room where Doctor Zhao rests.

At this time, a young man in cloth clothes sat quietly on a chair with his hands on his legs. His wrists were very thin, and his bones were clanking. He was not tall and had a hunchback.

With her eyes lowered, she saw two beautifully embroidered shoes, and she stood up reflexively, bending herself like a quail.

"Meet the Honorable One"

Chu Yizhao was a little surprised. Was Zhang Yanqiu, who wrote the inscription with imperial calligraphy, actually like this when she was young?

Like a bent and deformed iron bar in the hands of a blacksmith.

"No need to be so polite. Are you feeling better?" Chu Yizhao asked with concern.

Zhang Yanqiu lowered his head even lower, "Yanqiu is fine now, thank you for your concern."

His voice was clear, which reminded Chu Yizhao of his age - nineteen years old.

When he was young, both his parents died. He begged for food and was beaten. When he grew up, he became a humble servant and served the powerful.

Despite such a harsh environment, he was able to pass the examination for a scholar at the age of sixteen and the examination for a juren at the age of nineteen. If he had not had the abdominal pain, he would have won the imperial examination at the age of twenty.

No matter how low a person like this bends, she dare not trust him completely.

At this time, Chu Yizhao was very glad to have given the silver...

Fifty taels to buy a second place, it’s not a loss.

Chu Yizhao was surprised.

"Yan Qiu? I've heard of your name. I even bet fifty taels of silver on you."

Zhang Yanqiu looked up suddenly, and Chu Yizhao saw his face clearly.

He has a handsome appearance, a straight nose and thick lips, and his eyes are slightly widened in surprise. He is not ugly, but his complexion is not very good, and is sallow.

"Is that you, Miss?"

His voice trembled with excitement...

“I can hit…”

Chu Yizhao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said without blushing,

"Of course, the Prince of Yue praised you when he was praying at Guangyin Temple, and I happened to hear it."

"A gentleman's goal is peace. Peace means peace of mind. Peace means peace in the world."

“You wrote it, didn’t you?”

Zhang Yanqiu was stunned. He didn’t expect that someone would still remember his rebellious works from childhood.

"The villain is terrified"

"Why are you afraid? If you have this ability, I am willing to make friends with you."

Chu Yizhao suddenly changed his tone, "I see you seem to be working in Yuxian Tower?"

"Yes, the shopkeeper is kind and willing to take me in, but now..."

Zhang Yanqiu's face became uneasy. After something like this happened, Yuxianlou would never take him in again, especially...

Chu Yizhao looked at him quietly, "That's good, otherwise you would have offended Prince Qi, and Princess Mengyang is not a pushover..."

She was pushed on the waist. Dong Yanwan looked at her reproachfully. How could she say such nonsense? Chu Yizhao suddenly woke up and quickly covered her mouth.

"That's not what I meant. Don't think too much about it, sir. The results will be announced soon anyway. If you pass, you won't be afraid of these things."

How could he not be afraid? Zhang Yanqiu had heard rumors about this man in Yuxian Tower. He was arrogant and domineering, and would never let go of any grudge.

Meng Yang's name was like a mountain pressing down on him.

He is not afraid of being beaten, but he cannot be maimed or killed...

He still wants to be an official...

He wanted to cry but had no tears. This damn stomach, Zhang Yanqiu thought about it and knelt down immediately.

"I beg you two nobles to protect me. I lost my parents when I was young. It was not easy for me to go to the capital to study. Who would have thought that my health would not be good enough and this would happen."

Please have mercy on me, ladies. I don’t want to die.”

Dong Yanwan slapped Chu Yizhao and silently blamed him, "Look how scared you are..."

Chu Yizhao blinked playfully, like a little girl teasing others.

She looked at the person kneeling on the ground, with an unknown undercurrent in her eyes.

"Okay, then I'll save your life."

...

"Why are you scaring him?"

After leaving the clinic, Dong Yanwan complained,

The mother of Marquis Guangxin was seriously ill, so the princess and her husband took people to Tianqing Temple to seek medical treatment.

At a time like this, there would be no fighting or killing. Besides, Qi Heng was not injured, so at most he would just be scolded.

"What if..."

Dong Yanwan shook her head helplessly, and asked curiously,

"Is Zhang Yanqiu really that powerful?"

Chu Yizhao looked at her and said, "Of course, if you don't believe me, go ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"No, no, no, I believe it."

"Just believe it"

The social interactions of the noble ladies in the capital are sometimes more effective than those of the officials in the court. This is called pillow talk.

In recent years, Emperor Yuan An has favored people from humble backgrounds over those from aristocratic families. Two of the top three in the previous term were from humble backgrounds and now hold important positions.

After the autumn examination, not only the candidates were busy studying, but officials from various factions in the court were also busy recruiting disciples.

Chu Yizhao brought Dong Yanwan with him for this reason. If she wanted to suppress the second prince, she must have her own people in the court. She was alone and weak, so she had no other choice but to show favor.

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

If you want to gain the protection of a future powerful official, you must plant the seeds when he is in humble circumstances.

Zhang Yanqiu is young and sensitive.

She was a girl in the boudoir, and it was difficult to explain what she said casually about an old article written by a commoner.

It is just right to send the message in the name of the Prince of Yue. This evil god is powerful and prestigious, but he is also prickly, aloof and doesn't like to talk to people.

Which young man dares to talk nonsense in front of him.

Chu Yizhao, so smart.

...

Huaichun secretly brought back the medical fees from Prince Liang's mansion. In addition to ten thousand taels of silver notes, there were also ten boxes of various jewels and brocades, all of which were hidden in the courtyard rewarded by the Queen Mother.

Chu Yizhao laughed so hard that his teeth were visible.

On the surface, Prince Liang's Mansion sent another 1,000 taels of silver, but Chu Huai wanted to take it away as soon as he entered the door. Chu Yizhao immediately pulled a donkey face...

Chu Huai looked at her with a half-smile, "Look at your stingy look, do you really think that I don't know your little tricks?"

Chu Yizhao's heart was shocked...

"The birthday gift the Queen Mother gave you was two land deeds, right?" Chu Huai snorted, "You're really tight-lipped. If I hadn't asked you, would you still be hiding it?"

Chu Yizhao heaved a sigh of relief.

That's it…

"That's the Queen Mother's gift to her daughter. What's there to say?"

"The birthday present my eldest and second brothers gave me last time was taken away by Xue'er. Who knows if it will be taken away again this time?"

She said sarcastically, "Xue'er is my younger sister. As my older sister, what's wrong with giving me a house? You already have two anyway."

Chu Huai frowned. "How dare you, your tone is so strange."

He asked, “Who said that?”

"Mother, my eldest brother, third brother, and fourth brother all said so."

"Third brother also said that if I bully Xue'er again, he would break my legs when I get home."

Ever since she knew it was Chu Huai who picked her up, Chu Yizhao stopped pretending. It was amazing.

There is a kind of tacit openness.

"Won't…"

The teacup in Chu Huai's hand was steaming, and the mist covered his deep brows.

Chu Yizhao heard him say, "You are the daughter of the Marquis's Mansion. Everything in this mansion belongs to you. Except for me, no one else has the final say."

The tone seemed serious and firm.

Chu Yizhao stood in the yard, facing the scorching sun. The strong light made her eyes hurt.

Chu Huai must know her biological parents.

Chu Yizhao thought.