Nian Wangfei's
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“Someone is coming! Find me a doctor!” An Ping who was sleeping on the bed, for some reason, felt extremely weak and itchy. From repeated scratches, an area of red rash appeared on his skin.

"Oldest master, what's wrong?" a servant ran to An Ping's room. He saw An Ping, on the bed, scratching here and there, looking very uncomfortable.

"Go quickly! Find me and bring me a doctor! Come fast!" An Ping shouted at the servant standing by the bed. The frightened servant immediately ran out to ask the healer.

A doctor about fifty years old diligently examined An Ping's pulse, an unnatural light flashed across his eyes. He once again carefully examined the red rash on An Ping's body. The cover illness caused the old doctor to jump in fear. He looked at An Ping but did not dare to say what illness it was.

“Doctor, what is the disease of this young master? Why itches so much?” An Ping continued to scratch his body and impatiently asked the doctor who said nothing and was still checking. If not for the medical skills of the doctors in this capital city being good enough, An Ping would have already expelled that doctor. Researching for so long yet not peeking, it really made people anxious!

"Young Eldest Master An, please allow this old man to ask, have you had sexual relations recently?" ask the old doctor.

"Relationship?" A Ping was flabbergasted. Although he did not have a main wife, he had many concubines. Even the tongfang servant girl was not a little. Recently due to grandpa's birthday, he wasn't messing around with any concubines. If it says there, then it will be grandfather's birthday, that day with Lan Zhi biaomei.

“In the last few days, there was once. Doctor, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this young master's body? Rest assured, only care about yourself with healing. No matter what medicinal herb, our prime minister's palace has it all!" An Ping saw the doctor speaking very ambiguously, feeling fear, but given the financial strength and strength of his family clan, as long as it was not a serious illness, it could be cured.

“This...” the old doctor stroked his beard. He really did not know how to start a conversation, especially this illness. Even if he was a doctor, he could not guarantee that the eldest young master of this Prime Minister's palace would not kill him to prevent the secret from being leaked.

"Speak!" An Ping, under the old doctor's hesitation, was even more afraid that he had an incurable disease, “Does this young master have an incurable disease? If you don't speak, don't blame this young master for making you unable to leave this Prime Minister's Palace!"

“Disease Young Master Eldest An is really a flower disease (sex disease)!” the old doctor finally revealed his illness under the threat of An Ping, but as soon as the old doctor said this, he was stabbed by the long sword that An Ping pulled from beside him.

A stream of blood flow flowed out from the old doctor's body. The old doctor could only see the life drained from his body, unable to save himself. He could only stare with wide eyes at the murderous An Ping without batting an eye. An Ping threw his long sword while shouting, “Omong is empty! You shaman. You even dare to curse this young master! Shaman!"

Although the servant was a little scared, he was already used to the young master's habit of killing people. He simply summoned the guards outside to enter and dragged the old doctor's corpse out, immediately buried it, and exterminated all outsiders who knew of this

“You, find me another doctor! Remember, don't let anyone know. Take her secretly!” An Ping put on his clothes, angrily glaring at the blood on the ground. How could he have contracted such an embarrassing illness? Absolutely not! Absolutely not! The doctor's medical skills were definitely not good, for sure!

"The oldest master, the doctor is here," the maid stood outside the room and brought another doctor into the room. An Ping, looking like it was okay, lay down on the bed and said to the doctor, “Come. See what happened to his young master's body.”

The same examination was performed again. The same question is asked. An Ping heart surged everywhere, but he still refused to give up and demanded, “Tell me, what illness does this young master suffer from? Tell me!"

“Flower, flower, oldest young master An has a flower disease!” the doctor knelt on the ground.

“Disease flowers? This is actually a flower disease?” An Ping felt the world was dark. How did he catch a flower disease? No concubine in the manor is unclean and she has never stayed in a brothel for the manor's prime minister's reputation. If that was the case, then the cause of this disease was only Lan Zhi! An Ping's fist stiffened. What a lovely Lan Zhi! At first, she believed she was still a virgin but did not expect that she was not only a loose woman but also a sick prostitute! That day, to talk anything about the plan for him to lose face, he even passed on a disgusting disease to him. He must kill her!

“Tell this young master, can this disease be cured? Can it be cured?” An Ping kicked the doctor to the ground, refusing to give up and demanding. He refused to give up. Nothing can happen to him. He was the oldest young master the prime minister liked the most. In the future, all the prime minister's palaces will be his. How could he have contracted this kind of humiliating illness?

The doctor looked at An Ping who was so scary, thought with great difficulty and then cried with joy, “Yes, there!”

"really?" An Ping approached the doctor and asked. As long as his illness could be cured, no matter how much it cost to cure him, he was still the oldest young master of the prime minister's palace.

"Yes that's right!" the doctor said in a flattering tone, “Young Master Gui Yi from Wu Qing Medicine Hall is a disciple of Gui Yi Zi Medical Valley. It was rumored that there was no disease in the world that he could not cure. All kinds of rare diseases that young master Gui Yi can cure!”

"There's disease?"

“Yes, any disease. Oldest young master An can ask and you will know. The reputation of Wu Qing Medical Hall was known to everyone. His medical expertise is unmatched in the world!”

“Even flower diseases?”

“With the medical skills of young master Gui Yi, it is definitely possible. Eldest Young Master An believe me, he really can!”

"Someone came, kill this person who has the intention to kill this young master!" An Ping said to the guard outside the door. As soon as his voice came down, two guards came in and dragged out the doctor who continued to beg for mercy. Then there's no sound.

“You, check Wu Qing Medical Hall. Find me young master Gui Yi. Whatever the cost, you should make him treat this young master! An Ping said to the servant. As long as his illness could be cured, he was not afraid. Relying on the strength of his family clan, was he afraid that he would not be able to find Gui Yi?

"Second young lady, second young lady, what's up?" The servant girl suddenly rushed into Lan Zhi's study and asked anxiously. Lan Zhi immediately covered her clothes, yelling at the servant girl, “Get out! Direct! Out!"

An yiniang nodded at Qiu'er; qiu'er took all the servant girls and immediately left the room to guard outside the room. An yiniang looked at his second daughter while sighing. She thought her daughter's emotions had suddenly gone out of control because she had lost her innocence. After she persuaded him for a while, her daughter's mood was much better and had accepted reality. There is nothing wrong with the marriage of his daughter to his niece. In An manor, girls will be protected by fathers. If she could give birth to a son for her nephew, perhaps the prime minister's palace would be more prestigious.

“Zhi'er, what's up? Didn't mom tell you, you have to accept this matter? Ping'er, no matter whether his appearance or status, was outstanding. What makes you dissatisfied?” A yiniang went to Lan Zhi, ready to pull his daughter into his arms to comfort her, but Lan Zhi escaped from An yiniang's touch.

"Mother..." Lan Zhi's tears continued to flow from her already red eyes. His mouth opened and closed but was too upset to say anything.

“Do not be afraid. I did everything for your own good, Zhi'er. Mother will help you,” A young man drags his daughter's hand to comfort her.

Lan Zhi suddenly started unbuttoning her clothes. An yiniang prepared to scold him, but suddenly widened his eyes. On Lan Zhi's pure white body, there were red and blue patches that had already begun to fester. Even when Lan Zhi took off her clothes, there was an unpleasant smell.

"This ..." Even An yiniang was surprised. What the hell is going on? How could these things appear on his daughter's body? Except? An yiniang fearfully examined Lan Zhi's body. He remembered he gave Lan You Nian the poison that made his skin rot, but after waiting for days, there was no movement. But now the same situation happened to his own daughter's body. No, not the same. The situation in his daughter's body was even more serious than the poison.

“Mother, what's wrong with my body? What am I supposed to do? Mom, what should I do?” Lan Zhi pulled the sleeves of An yiniang's shirt. He had already accepted the fact that he was going to marry a cousin, but now that his body had become like this, how could a cousin love him in the future?

“Zhi'er don't panic, mom is here. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. Don't be afraid, "A yiniang gently patted Lan Zhi's head, gently comforted, then shouted to the people outside the door," Qiu'er walked in!

"Madam," Qiu'er bowed, waiting for An yiniang's order.

“Qiu'er let the housekeeper find a doctor to come to the manor. Remember not to tell others, okay? An yiniang repeatedly reminded. Now that his daughter's body had become like this, if others knew, it would definitely make one suspect her daughter was exposed to an illness. Then, when that happens, by the way, even entering the prime minister's palace will be difficult.

"Mom, mother ..." Lan Zhi cried in fear. An yiniang gently looked at his daughter. Although she was cruel but towards her children, she was loving. Seeing his daughter become like this, he was also anxious.

"Mrs, the doctor is here!" Qiu'er brought the doctor into the room, then with a single glance from An yiniang, left the room to continue guarding outside.

"Doctor, see what happened to my daughter?" A young man said anxiously to the doctor, fearing that it would be too late to leave a scar on his daughter's body.

The doctor immediately put down the medical box and then carefully examined Lan Zhi's pulse. He then checked the color of Lan Zhi's face and tongue, but after the examination, the doctor looked at Lan Zhi strangely, as if belittling Lan Zhi who was anxiously lying on the bed.

"Doctor, was my daughter poisoned?" A yiniang who saw something was wrong with the doctor's view, believed Lan Zhi had contracted a poison that was hard to cure, while Lan Zhi was also scared as she lay under the blanket on the bed, frightened to look at the doctor.

“This young lady was not poisoned at all,” the doctor's words made An yiniang sigh in relief, but the doctor's next words, “But this young lady has a flower disease!”

When the doctor finished speaking, he opened the prescription. Meanwhile, inside, she was thinking how morale really deteriorated and it was no longer like in the past for an unmarried woman to actually suffer from such an illness. After giving a prescription to An yiniang, the tone of the doctor was impatient, “I cannot cure such a disease. Please ask Madam to find someone more qualified. ”

Seeing the departure of the doctor, An yiniang felt cold all over the body. Lan Zhi, lying on the bed, continued to cry. How did he catch this disease? It must be a cousin. Right now, Lan Zhi was regretful. He regretted they were conspiring against Lan You Nian, for the time being, he had fallen to the very end.

“Qiu'er, give the doctor silver. Don't let him reveal the slightest bit of trouble today, did you hear me? An yiniang ordered Qiu'er, then looked at his daughter who was half dead from crying. His heart felt uneasy for a moment, a flower sickness, he had never heard of such a disease being curable. This princess could be considered ruined, but she had a daughter and a son again; she would not lose.

"Zhi'er, don't cry, mother will help you," An yiniang persuaded but there was no more love in his eyes.

"really?" Lan Zhi raised her thin face and asked, afraid that she would be abandoned by her mother. She knew that her mother loved them, her children, but if they were useless, they might be banished.

"really. You are a mother's daughter; how can mother lie to you?” An yiniang hugged Lan Zhi to her, but when she smelled her daughter's body odor, she revealed a look of disdain. Right now, all of An yiniang's thoughts revolved around one thing, that all of this was caused by Lan You Nian. He's not gonna let go of that little bitch!

tongfang - the lowest rank of a concubine

cousin biaomei-sister

yiniang-mobile/stepmother