Shang Liang Yue's
Chapter 111 Human Skin Mask
The people in the bedroom looked over.
Shang Yun Shang walked over with Liu Yi's help, his footsteps excited, and his expression anxious. His feet even stumbled from walking in a hurry.
Shang Cong Wen frowned when he saw her. But before he could speak, Shang Liang Yue said, "Sister don't come in!"
Shang Yun Shang stopped. "Ninth sister ...."
Shang Liang Yue turned her back towards Shang Yun Shang and continued to sob, "Yue'er this is so ugly, sister don't enter. woo ...."
"This ... is so ugly?"
Shang Yun Shangs eyes widened, as if he could not believe it. Looking at Shang Cong Wen, and then at Physician Lang Zhong finally looked at Shang Cong Wen's face again. "Dad, ninth sister ...."
Shang Cong Wen was really annoyed at Shang Yun Shangs words, he said, "Go back!"
Shang Yun Shangs eyebrows stiffened, and his face was full of worry. His hand squeezes the handkerchief. He looked at Shang Liang Yue and said in a soft voice, "Ninth sister, don't cry, everything will be fine with father here."
After speaking, he looked at Shang Cong Wen, looking down. "Your daughter will come back first." He turned around and left the courtyard.
When you're in a bad mood, I really can't stay here. But it doesn't matter, I already know what I want to know. Shang Yunshang hooked his lips.
Shang Yun Shang left the courtyard, and Shang Liang Yue said in a painful voice, "Dad, go to work, I want to be alone for a while."
Shang Cong Wen looked at him, how could a woman not care about his appearance. Now he is the one who suffers the most.
“Alright, you rest, but you must tell dad if you need anything, do you understand?”
“I understand, Father.”
Shang Cong Wen looked at him one last time, turned around and left.
When Shang Cong Wen left, Tabin Lang Zhong also followed. She couldn't heal Miss Jiu's face, so she could only leave.
Suddenly, the bedroom became quiet. Qing Lian looked at Shang Liang Yue who covered her face with a handkerchief, and her eyes were also hot and moist. "Miss ...."
Shang Liang Yue lowered her head, her voice weak and hoarse, "You all come out too, leave me alone."
"Miss, Qing Lian won't come out ...." He wants to accompany her. She was afraid that the lady would do something stupid.
Su Xi also looked at Shang Liang Yue anxiously. "Miss, let Sister Qing Lian—"
Before he could finish his words, Ditz cut in. "Let's all get out, leave the lady alone."
After Ditz said that, Qing Lian and Su Xi could not say anything and left. Just as they came out, Qing Lian said, "Miss, Qing Lian is outside, you should call Qing Lian if you need anything!"
“Ya.”
The bedroom door was closed, and Shang Liang Yue took off the handkerchief, her face dry and not wet at all.
He got up, sat in front of the bronze mirror, and touched his face. The skin on the face is very dry, rough, and begins to knock people out. Like the skin of an eighty-nine year old woman.
Hm .. good.
After some time, his skin was completely dry and cracked, and when he took it off, his skin was as soft as an egg with his shell removed.
Success!
Shang Liang Yue got up, picked up the medical book, and continued reading.
He thought of something.
Human skin mask.
She liked Shang Liang Yue's face very much, but sometimes it was too flashy. In this world where power reigns, it only becomes the target of evil people.
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...Zhaoyang Hall...
Di Yu and Eunuch Lin came.
Before entering, I heard Consort Li's cry. The voice was already hoarse, but even though it was hoarse, it still screamed.
It's very sick.
Hearing this voice, I walked faster. The princess is still in pain.
The emperor waited impatiently.
But Di Yu's footsteps were still unhurried.
No hurry.
It seemed like she did not hear the pain in Consort Li's voice.
Not in a hurry as usual.
"It."
"It."
He continued to say, hoping to urge Di Yu to hurry up.
The eunuch who was standing outside the hall looked at Di Yu and shouted, "Nineteenth Uncle is here!"
The people at home immediately looked out.
Black people appeared in the hall.
Immediately, the servants and eunuchs in the palace knelt down. "Uncle of Twelve."
The Emperor looked at him and immediately said, "Nineteen, come here and check your imperial brother-in-law!"
The queen mother also got up with the help of the maid. "The Nineteenth." This kid, he hasn't seen her for a few days.
Di Yu came and saluted very politely. "Mother Empress, Brother Emperor."
Seeing that he was very knowledgeable about etiquette, the emperor was helpless. "Don't mind false etiquette at this point, come and check on your royal brother-in-law."
He had never seen a noble concubine like this, he was summoned by her. All heartbroken.
“Ya, Brother Huang.” Di Yu was still polite.
The emperor suddenly did not know what to say.
Di Yu looked at Consort Li.
Consort Li leaned against the emperor's arm, her forehead was wet with sweat, her face was pale, she was already in pain, and she was about to faint.
Di Yu said, “Sister Huang, lay your concubine on the bed.”
“Good!” The Emperor immediately put Consort Li on the bed.
“Brother, please sit on the side and wait patiently.”
The Emperor immediately sat down on the chair next to him.
As he sat down, Di Yu stretched out his hand, and a thin thread fell on the wrist of the imperial concubine. Just like Shang Liang Yue's diagnosis and treatment on the Stage was striking that day.
The queen saw this scene, and although it was not the first time she had seen it, she still watched it closely. He had not expected that Nineteenth Brother would know medicine, and it seemed like this medicine was not bad.
The queen mother also looked at Di Yu with a look of disbelief. He had no idea that his younger son could be medically skilled. Now that I see it, it doesn't feel real.
Di Yu closed his eyes, felt Consort Li's pulse and breath, and opened his eyes after a drink of tea.
The Emperor looked at the imperial concubine, and then at Di Yu, his hands on the armrests continued to tighten. Seeing Di Yu open his eyes, he immediately asked, "How is it?"
Di Yu looked at Consort Li's face and said, "The old disease is serious, and it hurts his body and roots."
The words came out, and a thin line was drawn.
But when the emperor heard his words, his heart stiffened, "Is there a cure?"
The queen mother also tightened her hands and looked at Di Yu, "Yu'er, tell me the truth."
Di Yu looked at him, "Mother Empress, it can be cured."
The queen was overjoyed, "Certainly?"
The emperor's face was also happy, and he quickly got up and went to bed, "Consort, Nineteen can heal you, you—"
Di Yu interrupted before he finished speaking. "It can only heal his body, not his roots."
The smile on the emperor's face was stiff.
Consort Li was already dazed with pain, but when she heard that Di Yu was coming, she felt a little more energetic. Now hearing him say this, the whole person shouted again, "Your Majesty, Empress Dowager ..."
The one who screams wants to give everything for him.
The Empress Dowager immediately said, "Yu'er, don't say much, stop the pain of your imperial brother-in-law first, and the empress mother sees it like this, it hurts."
Consort Li was the Empress Dowager's own niece. And he always loved this nephew. Now seeing him get hurt like this, how could he not feel depressed?
“Ya.”
Di Yu flicked his sleeve, and a few silver needles fell on Consort Li's head, and the Concubine became silent. His eyes were also slowly closing.
Seeing this, the heart of the entire room lifted.
This ... does not hurt?