"Humph!"

Zhao Rouer snorted coldly, pulled the corner of her skirt and walked to her room, and the laughter of the young woman came from behind her: "I don't know that Miss Zhao is coming back, your house hasn't ...... the ground yet."

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The maid brought a charcoal stove and put it beside the bed, and said, "Miss, husband...... Madame said that she would have to wait for the old man to come back before she could get up the dragon...... "The voice became lower and lower, and the maid took a step back silently with her hands in her hands.

Zhao Rou'er said "um", unusually did not have a seizure, moved from the quilt to the side of the bed, stretched out her hand and put it on the charcoal stove to bake, after a while, she felt a little warm, and said calmly: "Siyu, you said, that dead child is dying, how did that cheap woman in Yunwu save her?"

"Shh

The maid was so frightened that her legs were weak, she put her fingers to her mouth and made a silence, she nervously glanced at the faint paste, and said: "Miss, don't say that, that little watch miss was almost killed by you, if it weren't for Miss Wubiao......"

"What Miss Cousin, that's the real eldest lady of the family, how can you be willing to be our broken Miss Cousin!"

Zhao Rou'er yelled at Siyu angrily, Siyu just took a step forward and retreated, nodding again and again: "Yes, Miss is right......

She was already a little incoherent, and in Zhao Rou'er's cold gaze, she remembered Fang Cai's question with an "ah", organized the language in her heart, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said: "Didn't the maid of the Jiayi Marquis Mansion privately say that the fifth girl of Yun Wu practiced immortal arts? It is said that there is a technique of resurrecting the dead......

"Nonsense, just that straw bale can still be looked down upon by the gods? If you want to look at me, you have to look at ice and snow smart like me, otherwise the gods will be blind. Zhao Rouer rolled her eyes, retracted her warm hand back into the quilt, propped up the bed with both hands, and leaned her body on the mantle, which was closer to the carbon stove.

She didn't believe it at all, though she had heard several people say it.

Siyu nodded in agreement at first, but later she turned pale with fright, and she didn't dare to step forward to cover Zhao Rou'er's mouth, so she had to put her hands behind her back and persuade: "Miss, don't insult the immortals, you will be punished by heaven." ”

Looking at Zhao Rou'er carelessly, she thought about it for a while, and then said: "The slave maid inquired in private, in July, Mrs. Yun had a strange illness and almost died, but she was still pricked back by Miss Yun Wu with a few needles, and even the imperial doctor from the palace was surprised, and later went to the Jiayi Marquis Mansion to ask for the set of acupuncture. ”

The more Zhao Rou'er listened, the more she frowned, sat up straight, and asked, "Really?"

"Hmm. Siyu nodded desperately, leaned over and squatted beside the charcoal stove and dialed the fire charcoal twice, and rubbed the fire by the way, "Does the girl know Aunt Zhong in the room of the head of the Jiayi Mansion?"

"Why don't you know? Hmph, those who are concubines and steprooms are shameless rotten hooves!" Zhao Rou'er hated it so much, she almost went into the cell because of that aunt and Sister Jun.

She suddenly felt a chill behind her, so she hurriedly lay down again and urged, "Go on." ”

Siyu looked at the paste paper again, and said: "A while ago, Mrs. Yun Hou Ye was sick, and that Aunt Zhong poisoned her medicine again, it is said that Mrs. Hou Ye fainted, and the doctor in their house said that Da Luo Immortal couldn't be saved when he came, and finally ......."

"I was saved by Yun Wu's slut again?" Zhao Rou'er asked casually.

"Miss, do you know too?" Siyu nodded.

Zhao Rou'er pursed her mouth.

Siyu knew that she didn't believe it, so she said to herself: "Three incurable diseases, all say that the immortals lack skills, but they were all saved by the five girls of Yun, I heard that the five girls of Yun just moved their fingers, and they didn't need any medicine, these three people can run on the ground the next day, isn't it what is the immortal machine?"

"Nonsense, the doctor said that the Da Luo Immortal can't be saved, that little Nizi is also lowly even if she knows the immortal method, how can she have the art of resurrecting the dead. Zhao Rouer still didn't believe it, she waved her hand, as if she didn't want to hear it......

Siyu was anxious, stepped forward and said, "It's true, these things have been suppressed by Old Lady Yun's orders." ”

"And how can you find out?"

"The slave maid used to be in the second lady's room, and there was a good sister in it......"

Siyu's voice was weak, and Zhao Rouer was already suspicious.

Outside the door, a shadow silently departed from the wall and entered the opposite room.

"Really?"

Mrs. Zhao held the toddler on the kang and looked up at the people below.

"It's not easy to say this slave, but Siyu's girl also said that the old lady in the Hou Mansion ordered these things to be suppressed, but I'm afraid it's true. The person who replied was very cautious, not admitting that what he said was true, but also saying that the person in the story was telling the truth.

Pick yourself up all at once.

Mrs. Zhao pondered for a moment, and suddenly, the corners of her mouth hooked up a sneer, touched the forehead of another slightly older girl lying next to her, waved her hand at the person under the kang, and when she approached, leaned close to her ear and whispered something......

In the evening, when the people near Zhao's house gathered around the table to eat, they started chatting.

"Old man, let me tell you something interesting, the fifth girl of the Yun family in Nancheng has obtained immortal fate and knows immortal arts. ”

"I've heard nonsense. ”

"What Miss Zhao of the Zhao family said, the fifth girl of the cloud used immortal magic to save the lives of the three lives of the Hou Mansion......"

……

"I heard that the five girls of Jiayi Hou's Mansion know the immortal method, and they have the art of resurrecting the dead, Yuanshan, Ming'er, you and your father go to beg Yun Hou Ye, let the five girls of Yun come to cast spells on your mother. ”

A lean middle-aged man said as he looked at his demented-looking wife lying on the bed.

"Nonsense. The son who was standing aside said, "Zi Buyun is strange and confused, how can there be any gods and demons in this world, Dad, when the child has gained fame, he will invite the imperial doctor in the palace for his mother in front of the palace......

"How can you kid talk about the gods?" the man slapped his son, "Is this what my father heard blindly?" This is what the eldest lady of the Zhao family said, she goes to live in the Jiayi Marquis Mansion every year......

……

In just two days, there was a new topic in the capital, most of which was: Yun Wu girl knows immortal arts, which can bring people back to life, and this topic must have the words "Miss Zhao of the Zhao family said".

Most of them don't believe it, that is, it should be used as a topic after dinner, according to them, Ruoyun Fifth Girl really knows how to do immortal arts, and she has already healed her face.

There are also many who believe it, because some people who have suffered from illness would rather believe it or not, in case they are cured?

Therefore, every day, whether it is the gate, the back door, or the corner door of the Jiayi Hou Mansion, there are patients or patients' families who visit for medical treatment to block, and no matter how much they persuade them, they can't leave, and the Yun family can only connect several locks on each corner door in order to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to make trouble, only open the gate and the back door, and send guards to guard it.

"Zhao Rou'er, a little cheap hoof, actually spread the girl's news, and she won't let her come to our house in the future. In the courtyard, the snow kite, dressed in thick clothes, smashed her fist on the tree in anger.