"Young master, then Mr. Li, no, Miss Li has returned to Feng Mansion." Liu Yuyan took advantage of the night and stood in a corner and whispered to the master. She had no chance to come out during the day.

"I don't have to come out in the future. I'll be at her side. If I need it, I'll be there for you." The man who was called the young master turned around and disappeared into the night after he finished speaking.

Looking at the dark night, Liu Yuyan secretly guessed that the master seemed to be in a good mood today.

When I came, I was shocked and covered in cold sweat, which seemed to have gradually faded.

He quietly returned home, but Mu Li stood outside the door, "Yan'er, where are you going?"

Liu Yuyan calmed down, "Miss, I went to the front yard and thought my wife had left the ancestral hall."

"Was the mother coming out?" Mu Li smiled, pretending not to know her intentions.

"Everyone in the house said that the wife is strong and has a firm personality and will not come out today." Liu Yuyan lowered and whispered.

"It's true that my mother is like my grandfather, she is upright and can't rub the sand in her eyes, and she speaks and does things very well." A trace of inexplicable flashed in Mu Li's eyes, and her expression was distracted.

"Miss." Liu Yuyan looked at Mu Li out of sight and felt guilty.

"Go to bed, rest early. If you are bored during the day, I will go to the study to find some books for you." Mu Li did not deliberately make things difficult for him, turned around and returned to the room, signaling her to rest.

Mu Li walked in, and Liu Yuyan rested on the soft couch outside.

As a maid, she knew what to do. She had to wait all night, but was arranged by Miss Li to go out for a rest. Miss Li was very good, no matter what her identity was, she was good to herself.

When Liu Yuyan thought of the young master with an unknown purpose, she was very sad, hoping that the young master would not let her do something to be sorry for Miss Li.

"No, no, father, Yan'er is not a killer,..." The person on the soft couch kept shouting like a nightmare, murmuring in his mouth.

Mu Li stood beside her soft couch, stunned for a while, then slowly squatted down, used the brocade sert as the person on the soft couch, and wiped the sweat.

The person in the dream finally calmed down.

Mu Li was silent, but finally got up and returned to the couch.

Just sleepless overnight.

Early in the morning, Feng Mansion was as quiet as usual, but Qin, the wife of Feng Mansion's house, walked out of the ancestral hall.

Although I worship Buddha in the ancestral hall all year round, I am still generous and dignified.

When I left the ancestral hall, the first thing I did was to see the old lady.

Yesterday, when the mysterious holy son gave the needle, the old lady had already improved, at least she could whine a little, and she said one or two words in a vague way.

"Qin...she..." The old lady looked at her son's former original wife and took a lot of effort to yell out two words.

Qin looked at the old lady's turbid tears and couldn't help but step forward and shake her hand, "Mother, you are suffering." She hid in the ancestral hall, not knowing about the front yard.

If you don’t watch or think about it, it doesn’t mean you can hide.

People can’t escape, but hearts can’t escape!

The old lady was shook her hands and she burst into tears even more.

"My mother is resting well. The son of Xuanji is good at acupuncture. He hears it superbly and will definitely cure his mother." All Qin's grievances and grievances turned into comfort to the person on the bed at this moment.

Mu Li stood at the door, tears flowing down unconsciously.

Feng Muze walked over and saw Mu Li's eyes wet with tears. He reached out and hugged her shoulders, "Lier, don't be sad, grandmother will be fine."

Qin suddenly stood up and looked at the door when he was so sad about his feelings in the room.

When passing by Mu Li, he looked indifferent and heartless.

Mu Li's heart suddenly broke. Why did his mother look at her like this?

She watched Qin's figure go away, and finally became a little bit, and Mu Li felt his heart suddenly become empty.

That feeling is more than tens of millions of times more painful than heartbreaking.

"Brother, go quickly and see your mother." Mu Li came back to his senses and pushed the eldest brother beside him.

Feng Muze stared at her, but for a moment, she finally let go of her shoulders, stepped on his slightly lame feet, and chased after her.

It was not until the Saint Son of Xuanji who came to apply needles to his grandmother that Mu Li recovered.

She bent down at the master, and without saying a word, she returned to her courtyard.

The Saint Son of Xuanji nodded lightly and followed the old housekeeper into the house.

At present, the one who can help Li'er is to cure the old lady of Feng Mansion.

He is not a doctor, but he is a saint. This flying needle is absolutely excellent.

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Mu Li returned to the courtyard and stopped coming out. She was in her own courtyard, including meals.

Master Feng asked, and everyone answered. The eldest lady held a cat all day long, either walking in the courtyard or reading books in the small study, or not leaving her own yard.

There was no need for servants to serve her, and there was only a maid who was brought back from outside. I heard that it was a brothel woman, and the eldest lady called her Yan'er.

Master Feng was busy for a few days and took the initiative to go to Muli's courtyard.

"Li'er, why don't there be more servants to serve you?" Master Feng spoke first.

"Father, Xiaoyan is really dead?" Mu Li stared at Master Feng and said in a daze.

Master Feng was stunned for a moment, Xiaoyan?

He thought hard and finally remembered that the name sounded familiar, Li'er's original maid.

"Just just a maid, if you die, you will die. I will arrange a few more maids for you to serve you." Tai Shi Feng is not a cruel person, but he is not a kind person. He would not take a little maid specifically to heart.

"No matter how many maids are, they are not Xiaoyan. People die like lamps, and they can't go back." Mu Li sighed and said lightly.

Master Feng was shocked at once. When did Li'er look so old and see through the world, life and death?

He raised his hand and touched the slightly hot teacup, and gently sipped it. He didn't feel hot, but felt bitter.

"Master, I have posted a post in the palace, asking my wife and the eldest lady to attend the lotus feast in the palace." The old housekeeper came to report.

"When?" Master Feng asked casually. This lotus feast is available every year, and it was probably this season in previous years.

"Tomorrow." said the old housekeeper, but he remembered that the lotus feast was several days earlier than in previous years.

"Tell my wife, I haven't left the ancestral hall for many years. I will go to the shop later and prepare a few sets of clothes for my wife and Li'er." Master Feng suddenly felt a little like an old mother.

"Forget it, let the wife and Li'er go to the shop in the mansion together and try it out, which will be more suitable." Master Feng reminded again. Anyway, since he had already had a mother-in-law, he would just say a few more words.

"Butler, please accompany your mother, Li'er won't go." Mu Li thought of his mother's indifference and had to say.

The old butler lowered his head, "The lady has always felt sorry for the young lady. Maybe she has been in the ancestral hall for a long time and is a little cold-hearted. The young lady will spend more time with her and she will be fine in a few days."

After all, he is an old man who serves in the house, so he speaks naturally with a bitter word and encourages people to be kind.

Mu Li clicked a little and followed the old housekeeper out.
Chapter completed!