He rolled on the ground in pain. Her screams shocked the manic horse and raised its hooves to run forward, but was stopped by the driver. The hooves fell on He's legs, and she screamed shrillly.

At this time, if someone who knows how to control horses can find that a crazy horse is like a kite, with the string pinned in the hands of the coachman and stomping on He's leg, it does not hurt the upper body or the vital points.

The maid got up from the ground and watched He be trampled under the horse's hooves. The blood on her face faded and she collapsed on the ground. "Madam! Madam!" She climbed over and took He's hand and dragged it out from under the horse's hooves.

"Legs, my legs!" He shouted, his legs were in severe pain, and his right ankle was cracked!

The maid was frightened and shouted at a loss, "Doctor! Go and invite the doctor!"

The crowd was watching the fun, and no one was going to hire a doctor.

The coachman controlled the shocked horse and immediately went to invite the doctor.

The maid heard He's creepy cry and said anxiously: "Madam, wait, the coachman has already gone to invite the doctor."

He could not hear it, she was about to faint from pain.

I don’t know how long it took, but the coachman invited the doctor to come over.

The doctor examined He's legs, and his legs were injured. The most serious one was the ankle and the bone fracture was displaced.

He simply treated He's ankle, asked He to raise his foot, lift her to the carriage, return to Su Mansion to get ice cubes and apply ice, and then fix it with a ply.

The leg injury was cured, and He's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and his face was pale. She asked coldly: "What's going on in the carriage?"

"Madam, the horse has no problem, and suddenly became frightened." The maid's foot was also slightly sprained, and she knelt on the ground and replied.

He looked gloomy, and then looked at the door, "Where is Jingnian?"

"Young Master is playing chess."

He showed a sad expression on his face. Her leg was injured. The house was very disturbed. Su Jingnian could not have known it. He heard the sound of the wind and did not see him visiting her.

Over the years, she has treated Su Jingnian as a heart-to-heart bead. After his legs were disabled, she was even more careful and loved her twice as much. But his heart was too hard and he had no mother-son relationship with her, a mother!

"Where is Wen Quyan?" He asked sternly.

"Young Master...Young Master asked the young grandma to pick up chess pieces."

He was so angry that his heart and lungs were hurt. Su Jingnian was protecting Wen Quyan and leaving her with him?

Worrying that she will vent her anger on Wen Quyan?

"This son, I'm really giving birth to him in vain!" He felt uncomfortable. Qin's fate was good, and his son protected her. Even Su Yue, who was separated from her, resolved the knot in his heart. He felt sad and said sadly: "Why is my life so miserable?"

The maid lowered her head and dared not respond to this sentence.

"If Xi'er is still there..." He suddenly stopped his mouth, his expression was ugly, "When Wen Quyan comes back, let her come and serve her!"

The maid dared not speak even more, and felt that Wen Quyan was too pitiful. Whenever the third young master was kind to her, he would be beaten by his wife.

In Songcui Pavilion, Wen Quyan knelt on the ground, watching Su Jingnian playing chess alone.

Wen Quyan had a bad impression of Su Jingnian. When she was a child, she lived in the Qin family and often saw Su Jingnian. At that time, he was very thin and tall, like a little bully. He liked to bully little girls. If he made them cry, he would laugh happily. The only one who could cure him was Sister Yun Xi. As soon as Sister Yun Xi appeared, he did not dare to bully people and followed Sister Yun Xi honestly.

Knock!

Wen Quyan stood at the door holding two chess baskets. She hesitated for a moment and bit her lower lip and said, "Brother Su... Brother Su, I, I have picked up the chess piece."

"Take it."

Wen Quyan's fingers holding the chess basket were tight and her fingers turned blue. Misty accumulated in her eyes, and she looked at the closed door aggrievedly.

"I...I clean..."

The door suddenly opened, Wen Quyan's speech came to an abrupt end, and she opened her eyes wide and looked at Su Jingnian.

"Ah!" Wen Quyan tightened her wrists, and was pulled hard by Su Jingnian. The center of gravity fell into his arms unsteadily. Her whole body was tense, and the sound of the chess piece falling to the ground was clear. Following was a burning breath. A few slightly cool fingers pinched her chin. Wen Quyan closed her eyes tightly, and a heart almost jumped out.

"Wash it?" Su Jingnian licked her lips, and a smile appeared in her gloomy eyes, "Want to serve me?"

Wen Quyan's chin was raised, and her hand slid down from her neck, staying at the collar. Her gritted teeth were trembling and her whole body was shaking. The phrase "Don't" almost broke out, but was suppressed by her.

My chest chills, my collar is peeled off, Wen Quyan shrank, and tears fall.

Su Jingnian looked at her with panic, so scared that her body was trembling, but she still did not resist. There seemed to be a flame in her chest, burning his heart and lungs, and she suddenly pushed her to the ground.

"roll!"

Wen Quyan fell to the ground, her elbow hurt severely. When she heard Su Jingnian's roar, she got up in horror, tightened her clothes and ran out.

"Mo Li." Su Jingnian looked at the chess pieces that were scattered all over the floor with a gloomy face, "Let Wen Quyan clean the study in the past few months."

"Yes." Mo Li immediately went to inform Wen Quyan.

Wen Quyan ran back to the room, and Cao's mother, who was beside He, was waiting and asked her to serve He.

Mo Li said to Cao's mother: "Young Master asked the young grandma to clean the study in the past few months."

Cao's mother's face changed slightly, "The young master's study has not been used for many years and has been locked. Why did he suddenly need to use it?"

Mo Li said: "I don't know."

Cao's mother frowned. On the way back, someone asked someone to inquire about Songcui Pavilion. When she learned that Wen Quyan had angered Su Jingnian, she was punished to clean the study. She couldn't help but hold a handkerchief and press the corner of her raised mouth.

The study room that I haven't used for nearly ten years has been covered in dust. These three young grandmothers are really pitiful.

He heard that Wen Quyan was punished by Su Jingnian and felt very happy. "Okay, she has been punished to clean the study in the past few months, so she doesn't have to serve me." Then he said unhappy: "What a useless thing, even a man can't serve you well. He is clumsy, so that he won't be upset in front of me."

How could Cao's mother not know about He? Su Jingnian didn't have a good face to her. If he was a little bit nice to Wen Quyan, He would inevitably become jealous. Now that Su Jingnian punished Wen Quyan, He's spirit will be smooth.

Thinking of this, confusion flashed in Cao's eyes. Is this third young master helping the third young master to prevent her from being troubled by He? Or are he really punishing her?

——

Mrs. Gong invited Shang Zhi and Qin Yushuang to visit her home.

Shang Zhi went there directly after breakfast, but she didn't know that she thought it was early, and Qin Yushuang came earlier than her.

Mrs. Gong was asking Qin Yushuang if there were foods that were banned.

Qin Yushuang smiled and said, "I don't pick on it, there is no one to avoid vocabulary."

"Zhizhigan's father always said that I was picky about food. I ate at Zhizhi's house. No matter what I cooked, it was delicious. It was not that I was picky about food, but that it was not as good as the taste." Mrs. Gong had tasted the osmanthus cake made by Shangzhi, and the taste was very good. In the past, she didn't like it, but she liked it very much and it suited her appetite.

"Of course, otherwise why would my restaurant business become prosperous?" Shang Zhi was very proud. The business of restaurants in Beijing was booming. Qin Boyan was very happy. He was planning to open a chain store in other state prefectures. "We already have three restaurants, which will increase to six by the end of this year."

She no longer places the medicinal restaurant together with the skin beauty restaurant. The business is neither good nor bad. She merged with the restaurant and the medicinal food is sold well.

Shang Zhi and Xue Shenzhi were in Tongfu Restaurant, and they accounted for 50% of the dividends, and they got a lot of money from it a year.

Her skin beauty restaurant has also opened five places, including Beijing, Qinghe County, Danzhou Prefecture, Jian'an Prefecture, and Anyang Prefecture. Because this one is the only one, the business is easy to become popular.

Shang Zhi had asked Lin Xinyi to find a piece of land and build a workshop, which was divided into several areas, one producing ordinary medicines, one producing cholera, smallpox, and typhoid medicines, and the other producing skin beautification cream.

Shangzhi is now free of money. After the essential oil is released, she has already expected to make money every day.

In addition to opening new shops or promoting new products, Shangzhi basically doesn’t have to go to the shops. The branches in various state capitals will send them to her in one quarter.

Unless you have serious losses and you will write to Shangzhi to explain, it will be a quarterly account.

"If you don't reveal your money, don't spread it no matter how big your business is, just because you're afraid that someone will think of your money bag." Mrs. Gong is the county magistrate's wife. She has seen many lawsuits and committed suicide by seeking money.

Shang Zhi held several terminal illness prescriptions in his hand. Those people dared not take action against her easily. At most, they would develop her formula.

What Mrs. Gong said makes sense, and Shang Zhi has also suffered a loss in this regard. "I have no name on the restaurant. Except for the shopkeeper, few people know that I am the owner of Tongfu Restaurant."

The skin beauty restaurant has just emerged. Those who want to get a share of the pie cannot develop skin beauty creams. Many people contact the skin beauty restaurant manager and want to buy skin beauty products. Shang Zhi has limited energy alone, so she plans to promote the signboard of the Xinglin Pavilion in the form of joining.

Her ointment is not afraid that others will imitate it.

Mrs. Gong and Qin Yushuang saw Shang Zhi’s plan and looked at each other, but they didn’t understand either.

Thinking that Shang Zhi was full of business practices and they couldn't give them advice, Mrs. Gong said, "Your second brother's incompetent thing is, he has some intelligence on doing business. You can discuss it with him."

Shang Zhi planned to discuss this matter with Gong Xingchen. She wanted to systematically organize her business and needed Gong Xingchen's help.

Qin Yushuang said worriedly: "If there is a problem with those who buy your signature in their skin beauty restaurant, aren't they going to come to you?"

"If there is a problem with skin beauty products, it is our responsibility. If there is a problem with them as inferior products, we will take back their management rights. The money they give will not be withdrawn, but they will have to pay me the money." Shang Zhi patiently explained to them in popular words, and they do not understand some modern words and business philosophy.

Mrs. Gong and Qin seemed to understand it. Gong Xingchen, who was standing at the door, heard it clearly. He thought Shang Zhi's idea was very good!

"In this way, we can save manpower and management energy. It is directly the agent you mentioned that hires people to work, so we will make a profit... the franchise bank and the difference in their purchases." Gong Xingchen was eager to try it, wanting to try the model that Shang Zhi said.

Shang Zhi cannot spend too much energy on the management of the skin beauty hall. Her focus is on developing a prescription and preparing to open a clinic in Beijing.

"Take this matter slowly, don't worry. But how are you doing the dyeing workshop?" Shang Zhi glanced at Gong Xingchen with a sideways, "You are not just doing Gongbu, are you?"

"How is it possible? We have successfully tried the several methods of dyeing cloth you mentioned. With the exquisite patterns you mentioned, other cloth shops have not sold well." If Gong Xingchen hadn't wanted to help Shangzhi manage, he would have wanted to open a ready-to-wear shop.

"Okay, the family has finally sat together. What are you talking about? "Mrs. Gong interrupted Gong Xingchen angrily, "You are all twenty now. The first thing I decided to go to Beijing is to tell you about your dear."

Gong Xingchen hurriedly covered his face with an expression of letting go of me.

"You can't never get married, my mother is still waiting to hold her grandson." Mrs. Gong criticized Gong Xingchen, "Zhizhi has got married, you brother are so embarrassed to not even have a fiancée."

Gong Xingchen hugged his head and hugged in the chair. No matter what Mrs. Gong said, she just didn't let go.

Shang Zhi looked at Gong Xingchen without making jokes, sat quietly in the chair, and turned his eyes to Mrs. Gong. He was abnormal. Could it be that he had someone he liked? But he didn't say it yet?

When Mrs. Gong received Shang Zhi's look, she no longer forced Gong Xingchen to say hello.

Seeing that his mother stopped talking, Gong Xingchen clenched his ears with his fingers, "Brother hasn't said he's kissing yet. What's the urge to be a younger brother?"
To be continued...