If you can heal yourself, you may not be able to heal the imperial grandmother. www.biquge.info But if you don't try, wouldn't you even give up hope.

In Murong Wei's mind, the imperial grandmother should be a strange woman who does not lose her eyebrows, a generation of women who have guided the Xixia country with the emperor's grandfather, and is by no means an old woman who is now chaotic and dying.

Murong Wei had a lot of thoughts and was in a turbulent mood, but she knew that there was no hole card to reassure the queen mother, so she could only follow Xia Yuzhi's path again.

To diagnose the Queen Mother, Xia Yuzhi's weight is not enough, so he can only say that he moved Mrs. Xia.

Murong Wei believed that Old Taijun Xia was looking forward to the recovery of the imperial grandmother in the same mood as herself, so she dared to ask Xia Yuzhi for help. In the outer study, the two of them had been together for a long time, and Xia Yuzhi was finally moved by Murong Wei's words and agreed to speak to his grandmother.

In Huanxi Hall, Mrs. Xia listened to Luo Qi's report, and closed her eyes for a long time without opening them. The Buddha beads in the hand are lightly twisted, and the smooth and oily 108 small leaf red sandalwood bracelets are slowly swept in the palm, warm and green.

She used to be a non-believer in gods and Buddhas, but since Qiao Huanxia fell seriously ill, she had Buddha beads on her wrist. Day after day, twisting the Buddha beads and reciting a sentence of Amitabha Buddha became a comfort for her to hope that the gods and Buddhas would bless her friends.

If it was in normal times, she would have reprimanded Murong Wei in her heart for messing around.

It's just that Xia Ge copied Song Weiyuan's excerpts, and Xia Yuzhi hid the section of Xiu, detailing the ins and outs of the matter, so that the old lady did not dare to make a judgment. She instructed Luo Qi to change her clothes: "Yes or no, accompany me over to have a look." ”

The old lady has not been out of Huanxi Hall for many days, but today she actually arrived at the second gate. Xia Yuzhi listened to the report and walked out of the study with Murong Wei.

Facing the silver-haired old lady with a bit of fairy wind bones, Murong Wei is now only her friend's junior, earnest and respectful, waiting for her to make a final conclusion.

The girl was weak and delicate, standing in front of the dense plantain under the porch, covered with sporadic snowflakes.

The ivory white wide-sleeved jacket is decorated with black hair, a green floor-length brocade skirt, and only scattered roses are embroidered with gold and silver threads, and the hair is pulled in a diagonal bun, and the hairpin is dotted with emerald uranium.

The eyebrows are picturesque, and the demeanor is thousands. Such a quiet and introverted woman is as if she has returned to many years ago, and her good sister is standing beside her.

I haven't seen her for a few days, this girl's expression is more precipitated, her black and white eyes are deep and waveless, and she can't snoop on her heart.

Mo Huanlian's quiet and soft glance, with deep inquiry, seemed to see through Murong Wei's heart. At the end, he turned into a long sigh: "It's true, it's like your imperial grandmother." ”

Murong Wei stood calmly and smiled in return. There is no trace of eye waves, like a clear lake, and the gaze of the old lady does not dodge or avoid.

Xia Yuzhi took a step forward, hugged his grandmother and walked into the study, Luo Qi and Leng Yu stood with their hands down, guarding the outer door of the study.

Mo Huanlian sat under the window, looking at the pills handed over by her grandson, and then at Luo Nayan's neat thin gold body, her eyes were waveless but there was an undercurrent, and she asked Murong Wei plainly, "Song Weiyuan's excerpt is what you taught Ah Yu to add fuel to the fire?" ”

Murong Wei was extremely respectful to the old lady, "It is indeed Ah Wei who got this opportunity." ”

"Since you think that the kid surnamed Luo is feasible, why don't you introduce it directly to your mother, and you have to spend these twists and turns?" The old lady took a sip of the tea offered by her grandson and slammed the tea bowl on a few sides.

"Old lady, this matter can't be put on the table", Murong Wei shook her head slightly, and the green beads on her earlobes shook gently: "I have lived in the deep palace for a long time and have never stepped out of the capital, where can I find a folk doctor who can cure diseases?" ”

"Then, tell the old body, where did you find it?" Mo Huanlian turned the Buddha beads on her wrist, and her sharp eyes flashed.

The old lady must have asked this question, Murong Wei didn't intend to lie, but chose to be honest.

"If you only say that God and Buddha entrust you, the old lady naturally doesn't believe it; If you bother to lie, you will naturally not be able to pass the old lady's discernment. Ah Wei can only say that it was also by chance that Ah Wei got this opportunity, or it was the help of God and Buddha that allowed Ah Wei to get this opportunity. ”

The girl did not dodge or dodge, her eyes were shining, shining brightly, "Old lady, today, Ah Wei has no evidence, only takes a filial piety of her children and grandchildren to the imperial grandmother, and asks her to be a good sister of the old man." ”

Mo Huanlian didn't dare to say that she was as wise as a torch, after all, she had read countless people. A puddle of clear water, crystal clear. She couldn't see a trace of flinch or fear in the sparkling eyes of the girl in front of her.

That kind of perseverance.,Knowing that you can't do it, the temperament is similar to that of old friends.。 Twisting the Buddha beads on her wrist again and again, the word chance made her nowhere to be found, but she couldn't help but believe it.

It's like going back in time, old friends are like pearls of morning dew, standing in front of him, and talking to her about opportunities. The two held each other hand in hand, from folk girls, all the way to the top of the high position. Old friends say that's their chance.

There was silence, only the sound of the copper hourglass was calmly soothing, like dead leaves falling from the branches, quietly returning to dust.

"In Shangrong Hospital, is Xinmei's sister's illness better?" The old lady suddenly raised her voice and shouted Luo Qi outside.

Luo Qi hurriedly lifted the curtain and bent her knees and replied: "It's still the same these days." The slave maid went to ask yesterday, and the second lady said that if she didn't get better after taking three pieces of medicine, she would bother the lady to ask a doctor from the palace to take a look. ”

The heart in the mouth of the old lady is Xia Yuzhi's second aunt, her maiden name is Zhuang, and she has a sister who is married in Hubei, and the two sisters have not seen each other for many years.

This time, the husband went to Beijing to report on his work, and the Zhuang family begged the husband and followed him to visit his sister who was married in Xiafu.

Zhuang's arrived more than ten days ago. When the sisters met, it was a happy event, and the second lady Zhuang Xinmei returned to the old lady, and opened a quiet courtyard from the house for her sister and brother-in-law to live temporarily, and the two sisters were always close.

When Zhuang came, he kowtowed to the old lady, who was very gentle and virtuous, similar to the second lady, and the old lady also liked it, and asked him to move around.

Who knew that the next day after coming, Zhuang's got sick, and there were some red spots and acne spots on his body, which were painful and itchy, and he didn't get better after eating a lot of medicinal herbs, and it has been delayed until today.

The old lady told Xia Yuzhi in a deep voice: "Take the boy surnamed Luo to your aunt, say that he is looking for a folk doctor, and show it to his wife."

Xia Yuzhi received the order, ordered someone to pass on the Luo Nayan, and took him to the second room.

Only Murong Wei and Mo Huanlian were left in the study, sitting opposite each other.

Murong Wei waited for the old lady to ask a question, but the old lady only closed her eyes and twisted the Buddha beads, as if she was in a fixed place. Murong Wei was anxious in her heart, like sitting on pins and needles, which is a true portrayal of this moment.

The old lady slowly twisted the Buddha beads, her lips moved silently, and she was solemn and sacred. Murong Wei suddenly understood that the old man's heart would not be less anxious than herself.