Shen Qingyun looked cold. She stood up and said to Han Yu, "Let's go."

The group of people returned to Jianjia Courtyard in silence, and Shen Qingyun asked: "Hanyu, what's going on?"

Han Yu half-knelt on the ground: "Miss, it was my negligence. There was a maid in Xu Shi who secretly brought food to Fu'an. Fu'an must have trusted her very much, so he ate something. It looked normal at the time, but in Haishi, she My stomach started to hurt.”

"Which courtyard does the maid belong to?"

"I don't know him, but I followed him carefully and saw that the person who was interacting with that maid was the steward of the Duke of Guo."

Shen Qingyun's fingertips pinched into the palm of his hand: "There is no one around Guan Fu'an's courtyard. It must have been his signal."

This is self-evident to him.

"Okay, please step back first." Shen Qingyun waved her hand, and Han Yu glanced at her, her eyes dark and unclear, and disappeared.

Shen Qingyun rubbed her forehead with mockery in her eyes. Previously, she was worried that Shen Zhifeng would not attack Fu'an, but she did not expect that he would be so cruel.

Shen Zhifeng should also know that that was his biological child, but now he is dead and two lives are lost.

But the most important thing now is the two sentences Fu An said before his death.

I'm afraid Fu'an also realized that it was Shen Zhifeng who wanted her to die, and people who are about to die have good words.

She understands the first sentence, but what does the second sentence mean?

Madam...Doctor...

Shen Qingyun was shocked. Could it be that she wanted to hire a doctor for her mother? She unknowingly thought of her previous life. Although her mother was weak, her body was still healthy. How could she die of weakness so quickly?

Be calm!

Shen Qingyun forced herself to suppress the worry and anger in her heart. There was still time. If Shen Zhifeng really attacked his mother, she would definitely fight him to the death.

With such thoughts, Shen Qingyun gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, she seemed to be dreaming about her previous life. She was locked in the backyard of Jianghou Mansion, without seeing the light of day, and lingering. In the dream, she stood in the dark room, looked out the window, turned around, and looked sallow and thin. There was no trace of anger on his face.

When the morning light came in, Shen Qingyun woke up, raised his hand, looked at his slender and moist fingers, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yicui had been waiting for her for a long time. When she saw her getting up, while helping her wash up, she whispered: "Miss, Fu'an is gone."

Shen Qingyun was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Why not?"

"I heard that my mother-in-law went over to check on the situation this morning. Unexpectedly, she found that he was cold. I don't know the specific situation. People in the government said that Fu'an committed suicide out of shame."

Shen Qingyun didn't say anything. The life of a maid was enough for these people to discuss it for a few days at most. Soon, it would be like the wind passing by without a trace, and no one would mention it.

When Mr. Xu arrived at the mansion, he also heard some rumors, but he was very satisfied to see Shen Qingyun's face was calm and not disturbed by the outside world.

During this period, Shen Qingyun made rapid progress, especially on the piano. Although his fingering was not sophisticated enough, he was full of emotions and profound in meaning, which often moved the listeners.

Mr. Xu smiled and asked: "Qingyun, in one and a half months the Queen Mother's birthday banquet will be held. As usual, many official women will perform on stage. Are you prepared?"

Shen Qingyun shook his head: "There are countless talented women in Kyoto, but I'd better not show off my shame."

On the surface, this kind of performance is to celebrate birthdays, but in fact it is to give women a chance. After all, the princes, princes, and grandsons were all present that day. If the performance is good, someone might take a fancy to it.

But in her life, she had no expectations for marriage.

When the conversation reached Shen Sisi, she pinched the maid next to her hard: "Bitch, why should I marry into the run-down Jianghou Mansion, but let Shen Qingyun prepare for a banquet in the palace?"

During this period of time, Shen Sisi had been living in seclusion, in order to make people quickly forget what had happened between her and Jiang Lin, hibernating in secret, waiting for an opportunity to emerge again.

But her father didn't know what was going on. He had clearly promised to help her make arrangements and use Shen Qingyun to get out of the engagement as soon as possible, but there had been no movement in the past few days.

Shen Qingyun couldn't take care of Xiao Jiujiu for the time being as he was thinking deeply about it.

As soon as her study here ended, she couldn't help but go to Nuanyu Pavilion.

Today, Mrs. Han is wearing a double-breasted trousers embroidered with pearls and sweet-scented osmanthus. The waist is specially tightened, the lower body is dark yellow, and some twining flowers are embroidered on the skirt. It looks gentle and pleasant.

The only fly in the ointment is that her complexion is a little bad, and it looks a little yellow under the reflection of the skirt.

"Mother, you have been very tired recently. Why do you look so tired?" Shen Qingyun took the account book in Han's hand and put it aside. Seeing that her mother had been working hard for the Duke's mansion all day, she felt an unknown anger. Rise up from the heart.

Mrs. Han touched her cheek with her hand, smiled and asked Nanny Chen next to her: "Is there any? It looks fine to me."

Aunt Chen knew that the incident in Fu'an always made Mr. Han unhappy, so she joked at this moment: "It's not just that the young lady cares about the madam, the madam should relax and rest more."

"Yes, mother." Shen Qingyun hugged Mrs. Han's arm and began to act coquettishly: "You look so bad, why don't you let the doctor come and check your pulse, so that I can feel more at ease."

Mrs. Han felt that Shen Qingyun was making a fuss out of a molehill, but her daughter cared about her, which made her feel as if she had eaten honey. She couldn't stand Shen Qingyun's coaxing, so she still invited the government doctor over.

The doctor came and covered Han's wrist with a silk handkerchief, took the pulse carefully, and thought for a moment before saying: "Madam, her pulse is a little weak, and her lips and nails are pale, which means there is insufficient Qi and blood. I will prescribe a warming prescription. On weekdays, Just rest more, eat more and take supplements, and things will get better gradually."

Shen Qingyun couldn't help but ask: "Is this okay? Is there anything else that needs attention?"

The doctor shook his head, and after a while he said: "Madam's pulse also shows signs of strong qi and fire, with dryness at the top and cold at the bottom. Over time, this will definitely cause damage to the body. I hope Madam can relax."

Mrs. Han sighed, rubbed her forehead again, and decided not to think about Fu'an anymore. She had indeed been upset by these things recently, while Nanny Chen went to get medicine with the doctor.

However, Shen Qingyun's heart felt heavy after hearing this.

In the previous life, before Mr. Han died, he took his pulse in the same way and found nothing, but he withered and withered like a flower that has lost water.

Is it really nothing, or is the government doctor incompetent, or has the government doctor been bribed by Shen Zhifeng?

Han had a headache while still looking through the accounts: "It's a rest. There are hundreds of people in charge of such a big palace, so how can we rest?"
Chapter completed!