","ChapterName":"Chapter 95 Three Years (Ask for Recommendation Votes)","MaxPageIndex":-1,"PreChapterId":87773238,"NextChapterId":87784821,"Price":0,"RebatePrice":0,"LastUpdateTime":"2015-9-717:30:39"," HadBookmark":0},[{"ChapterId":87784821,"BookId":3507073,"IsVip":0,"Content":"I really don't know who the prince's temperament is, why is it so boring? Maybe it's more like Mrs. Hou, but although Mrs. Hou is more serious on weekdays, she also has a change in expression, which is like their prince, in addition to having no expression, but her face is pale.

Mu Zi woke up from a sleep, had some energy, and remembered that she had planned to go to see Aunt Song in the morning, but she didn't go because she went to the British Mansion temporarily, so she asked Ah Jiu, "What's the matter with Aunt Song?" ”

Ah Jiu pursed her lips and smiled, "It's not a big deal, a few of our girls sent it over, Qingmei looked quite flattered, and kept thanking the slave maid, saying that she would come to thank Mrs. in person when she was empty." Aunt Liu ate the closed door, although she was not angry on her face, she also knew that the prince and you were not in the house, so she didn't make a fuss. Ah Jiu thought for a while, and then said, "It's Aunt Song, the slave and maid looked at it, and they didn't seem to care about their situation, and they looked a little disheartened. ”

"Well," Mu Zi nodded, "Let's go with me to my mother's place to say goodbye first, and then go to Aunt Song's place to have a look!" ”

"Mrs. Hou just sent someone over to spread the word, saying that Master Hou is having dinner in the mansion today, and it is good to let Mrs. go over before dinner, but the slave maid thinks that if Mrs. is looking for Aunt Song to talk about something, if it goes over now, I am afraid that it will not be available later!" Ah Gui helped Mu Zi pull the hem of his clothes and said.

When Mu Zi arrived at Aunt Song's yard, she obviously felt that the atmosphere in the yard was much better, the girls had already swept the yard, and it seemed that they had swept away the previous decadence, and the two little girls stood at the door of the house with a look, and they seemed to have added a bit of popularity.

Qingmei was feeding Aunt Song to drink medicine, and when she saw Mu Zi, her eyes suddenly added a little light, and she looked quite excited. That look can't be faked.

"Are you feeling better?" Mu Zi asked Aunt Song.

Aunt Song leaned on the head of the bed with a wistful expression and said nothing. The medicine in Qingmei's hand is not reduced, and it seems that she can't feed it.

"You go down first, I'll talk to your aunt alone!" Mu Zidao.

Qingmei put down the medicine bowl with some hesitation, glanced at Aunt Song with a worried face, and then walked out behind Ah Jiu.

After everyone went down, Mu Zi stared at Aunt Song for a long time before asking, "Do you remember who you are?" ”

Aunt Song's appearance didn't look like amnesia at all, she naturally understood her identity in her heart, but Mu Zi wanted to ask like this, but she forced Aunt Song to sneer and still didn't speak.

The two of them have been serving each other for a long time, comparing their endurance with Mu Zi, with Aunt Song's current physical strength, it is obviously not good, she opened her mouth with some difficulty, and her voice was hoarse, "What if you remember, what if you don't remember?" It's just a dying man! ”

"The Hou Mansion won't let you die, as for whether you want to live well or be forced to live, you choose!" Mu Zi saw that she was willing to speak, and her face was also relieved, and she continued, "Your identity is not bad, presumably, three years, you can do a lot of things!" ”

Sure enough, Aunt Song's expression changed, and she didn't know what she suddenly thought, she turned her head suddenly, looked at Mu Zi a little eagerly, and her voice was even more hoarse, "Three years? How can it be? ”

"It's like you should have died two days ago, but now you're alive, there's nothing impossible!" Mu Zi hooked the corners of her lips.