Ever since Zhao Jiuye's accident, Uncle Zhongqin's mansion has been in chaos. The emperor even specially sent an imperial doctor to help. After several days of tossing, things finally calmed down.

Early in the morning that day, my husband went to Uncle Zhongqin's house with prepared medicinal materials and supplements.

Yang's mother came back from outside, nodded slightly, and said: "...We have gone far."

Ms. Xie stood up from the Buddhist altar. Her eyes that had just been opened still contained the calm compassion that had not faded away. She smoothed her wrinkled sleeves and held Ma Yang's hand, "In that case, let's do it."

Let’s go.”

After a few twists and turns, the two stopped in front of a small courtyard.

The woman who looked after the door was chatting and chatting. When she saw Ms. Xie coming, she was so frightened that she quickly knelt down to say hello.

"Go down first, you have nothing to do here."

Seeing that Mrs. Xie did not hold them accountable for their neglect of work, the two women hurriedly ran out of the yard as if they had been pardoned.

He stepped forward and opened the door, and immediately a strange smell mixed with the smell of soup and medicine came to his face, which made people uncomfortable. Mother Yang frowned and subconsciously covered her nose, her eyes showing worry, "Old lady, there is something wrong here.

It's very important to be clean. You haven't recovered properly yet, so just stand outside and say it, so as not to get contaminated with filth."

Mrs. Xie didn't answer, and stood at the door looking at the furnishings in the room - the thick dark satin curtains in front of the windows were all drawn, making the room look dark and deserted.

The gilt copper and silver incense burner placed next to the wall was still blowing out curls of white smoke, but the light and sweet fragrance of the soothing incense was completely lost in the smell of the soup that filled the room. The walnut wooden legs at the head of the bed were slightly raised.

There are two or three small white porcelain bowls for holding soup and medicine, with half of the dark brown medicine left in them. In the middle is a blue and white carved gourd-style teapot, which is my husband's favorite style.

There is a pot of plum blossoms in the corner, but unfortunately it has become a little decadent due to the medicinal smell that fills the room.

Mrs. Xie pursed her lips and walked in, her eyes flashing with an unpredictable coldness in the dimness. She walked until she was only two steps away from the black lacquer canopy bed hung with a blue orchids curtain, and then she stopped.

The person on the bed heard the movement and slowly sat up with difficulty, and said with slight surprise, "Master?"

Mrs. Xie smiled coldly, "Aunt Song, I really disappoint you when I come."

Hearing Mrs. Xie's insidious voice, Aunt Song was a little panicked and subconsciously tried to shrink into the bed.

"Master is not here today, so you really don't need to act like that." Mrs. Xie stared closely into Aunt Song's eyes, "Have you been pretending to be addicted all these years, and your bones will itch if you don't take a break?"

Her tone was cold and every word was like a knife, "In that case, I would like to take it apart and take a look at it to see what you are really like inside your bones."

Aunt Song was so shocked that her stomach seemed to hurt even more, as if a knife had been stabbed into it and it was stirring desperately. The pain made her break into a cold sweat...

As if he admired her painful expression, Mrs. Xie stood quietly and said nothing.

"... I'm really unjust. The purse was stolen a long time ago. I didn't give it away... And Qiuxiang, the purse she made is also like that. I beg the old lady to make the decision. I'll be a cow or a horse...

...Serve you." Aunt Song gritted her teeth and kowtowed on the bed like pounding garlic.

Mrs. Xie finally had enough appreciation and said with a smile: "You don't need to pretend anymore. Didn't I find out everything clearly? When did you entrust Master Jing'an with what you got as reward, and why did you deny it... As for...

Qiuxiang, that girl is loyal, but it’s a pity..."

Aunt Song fell on the pillow and gasped, her voice finally filled with urgency, "What's wrong with Qiuxiang?"

"You don't need to worry about it." There was a happy smile in Xie's eyes, "She actually dared to send that note in person. She is so courageous, so naturally she won't be afraid of such a small punishment... You can rest assured.

"

She continued: "...You must look down on the eldest and second lords, and feel that their heirs are too weak to inherit the government... Also, the eldest son is just a useless bastard, who is almost disgusted by the eldest son, and the second eldest son is still empty.

"Yes." Xie's eyes were as cold as lightning, and she sternly scolded: "But even so, it's not your turn to worry about the thing born by a slave."

"If you continue to be so honest, I won't be able to do anything... Buddha wants to blame you, but since it was you who caused the evil first, you can't blame me for being cruel." Mrs.

As if his grievances were vented cleanly, a slight smile appeared on his face.

Aunt Song's face was ashen and Juanli's face was pale. She didn't care about her stomach anymore. She rolled out of bed and tried to pull Xie's legs, but Xie avoided her in disgust.

"Since you are sick, you should stay well and live well for your son." Ms. Xie nodded to Mother Yang, and Mother Yang took out a small white porcelain bottle from her arms and carefully poured out a grain.

The dark pills were opened and Aunt Song's mouth was opened and fed in.

Aunt Song was trembling with fright. She was just a maid who hid in the background and planned to pay off. Once it was exposed, it was nothing... Before she could swallow the medicine, she felt a burning pain in her stomach. She just tried her best.

He retched.

Mother Yang said helplessly: "Auntie, please don't worry too much. If this is a life-saving medicine, although it won't relieve your pain immediately, it can at least alleviate it a little bit."

The night the truth was found out, Aunt Song began to have diarrhea, her body became stiff, and her head still ached. She lingered in the hospital bed for several days, but the condition worsened after taking medicine, until she could not even get out of bed.

Others may not understand, but Yang’s mother, who serves Mr.

I don’t know whether she believed Yang’s mother or because she really couldn’t spit it out. Aunt Song fell slumped on her feet...

One day later, the news spread throughout the inner courtyard that Aunt Song had suffered a stroke. It was said that she had been lying in bed all day, her mouth and eyes were crooked, and she could not speak clearly, which was very scary.

Not to mention the little maids, even the more courageous women don’t dare to go in and serve...

Yu Zhu was only slightly surprised when he heard this, then looked at his belly with some worry, and sighed heavily: "The old lady is going to take action."

Mother Ruan looked at Yu Zhu's face, a little confused, "Madam, what does Aunt Song's stroke have to do with us?"

"Then Aunt Song became like this because either the master or the old lady had done something to her."

Ruan's mother nodded, that's for sure. This kind of thing can't be made public. It's probably a matter of illness in private.

"...I originally thought that Aunt Song would definitely die of a serious illness, but unexpectedly it turned out to be just a stroke." Yu Zhu frowned slightly and whispered: "Aunt Song's purpose has always been to restrain the separated Cheng.

Uncle, this was the reason why I kept her in the past, and it is still the same now that I keep her... I have made him a prince, he is talented, and he is highly regarded by the emperor, and his future is bright... But the eldest young master is really not liked by him. "

Yu Zhu paused slightly, "On the contrary, Uncle Cheng's family is very prosperous... There is a precedent for this in this dynasty."

Ruan's mother was startled and said anxiously: "You worry too much... Those families have only direct descendants and they really have no sons to inherit the title, so they choose their adoptive sons from the concubines... The eldest young master is doing well.

"

Yu Zhu was helpless, her husband was twitching. If Cheng Siyi never had a legitimate son, there was no guarantee that he would do something extraordinary.

After thinking about things for a while, I felt a little depressed and my stomach was not very happy, so Yu Zhu decisively asked Mrs. Ruan to bring some snacks to fill it up... Forget it, just drop it as you like, soldiers will stop it, water will cover it, and soil will cover it up.

The headache should also be a headache for Cheng Xunggong’s future wife.

Yu Zhu unkindly picked up a piece of chestnut cake and threw it into his mouth, thinking this.

After eating the second piece, Hua Ruo ran in and said happily: "Madam, Miss Ning Qiu is here. She is almost at Yimen now."

Throwing the half-bitten chestnut cake back into the plate, Yu Zhu was a little stunned. It wasn't until Hua Ruo said it again that she came back to her senses and asked hurriedly: "Has the house been tidied up?"

"It has been packed a long time ago, don't worry, madam." Hua Ruo said with a smile, the second master does not have a concubine, there are many empty rooms in Qingfu Courtyard, and everything is complete. With a little cleaning and new bedding, it can be occupied.

Facing Ning Qiu again after five years, Yu Zhu was a little at a loss. At first, he tried hard to think of what to say in the first sentence, but after meeting the real person, he immediately forgot all about it.

The woman in front of her is strange yet familiar. She is wearing a long coat made of green cotton with a plain face and a collar. Her hair is tied with a wooden hairpin. Although she is simple, she is refreshing. Her figure is much taller, her face is elongated and pointed, and her skin is natural.

It was not as fair and pink as the ones Qingzhou had seen before, but the clear and upright eyes in his memory had not changed, and his silly expression was clearly reflected in them.

Seeing Yu Zhu coming out in person, the maids and servants hurriedly knelt down to salute.

A small scream suddenly came out in the silence, which immediately attracted Yu Zhu's attention.

Only then did I notice that there was a woman following Ning Qiu. To be precise, she should be a girl. She had a pretty face, but she was a little thinner and her eyes looked bigger. She might have been startled by the maids who were all shortened just now.

At this moment, he was covering his mouth in panic and shrinking back again and again behind Ning Qiu.

"This is a double red." Ning Qiu turned sideways, pointed at the girl and said with a smile: "She clings to me so tightly that she refuses to leave my side. The military master was also generous, so he took her with him."

Yu Zhu stepped forward and held her hand, and said with a smile: "But I hope you are back. How can you talk to someone who is so tired... Go wash up first, and then eat something." It was like a friend reunited after a long absence, and he didn't feel much.

awkward.

After being surrounded and returned to Qingfu Courtyard, watching the maids leading the two of them down, Yu Zhucai smiled and said to Ruan's mother: "I have lived up to the master's instructions." Although the time they spent together was not very long, Yu Zhucai smiled.

Zhu truly regarded Grandma Wang as his master.

Mother Ruan did not respond immediately. She stared at the door where Ning Qiu's back disappeared for a long time, and then hesitantly said: "Madam, this girl Ning Qiu is probably not perfect anymore..." (To be continued)
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