"Don't cry, we'll go to the doctor now."

The man's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, with a little pity, patted Gu Yao's back, like coaxing a child.

"I didn't cry, it was too windy and my eyes were sore."

The girl in her arms raised her head slightly.

The voice is soft.

"Well, I didn't cry."

Shen Wannian looked at her red eyes, did not refute her, but leaned over and carried the person into the car.

The movements are careful and gentle.

Of course Gu Yao didn't cry.

Not only did he not cry, but he almost laughed.

Shen Wannian's increasing favorability is the best medicine to soothe her heartache.

"What heartache?" 007 looked inexplicable.

"Your father's domineering and lovely life has been completely ruined in this world...... Do you say sad or not? ”

Gu Yao glanced at it coldly.

007 silently glanced at Gu Yao's emotional parameter values, and muttered in a low voice:

"Nope...... Dad, you don't have the function of being sad! ”

Gu Yao silently bared his teeth and raised his fist: "You say it again?" ”

007：“......”

Gu Yao didn't expect that Shen Wannian actually took her to the outskirts of the city.

The house rented by the drunken wind theater troupe.

The others in the troupe were even more surprised than Gu Yao.

Their pillar actually brought a female ...... Oh no, it's the little girl back?

Or did you bring it back?

The teenagers who practiced the martial arts all opened their eyes wide and watched Shen Wannian and Gu Yao enter the house.

"Who's that little girl?"

"Mr. Chang Yin actually brought someone here...... It's amazing! ”

"Shhhhhh

The teenagers whispered.

"It's actually the young lady of the Marshal's Mansion......"

The teenagers pursed their lips, and Fang Cai's gossip heart was immediately extinguished.

The reason why these orphans in the drunken wind troupe became orphans was because of the war.

Gu Shifan forcibly conscripted troops to the front line, and fought against other warlord forces for several years, and many families were separated.

But he, Gu Shifan, is a wife and a wife, and there are a lot of sons and daughters.

"It seems that Mr. Chang Yin has a plan......

The teenagers smiled mysteriously, thinking that they had guessed Shen Wannian's thoughts.

Amei, who was left behind, coughed a few times when she came in and saw the teenagers gathered together.

The teenagers turned their heads to see her, their eyes lit up.

"Ah ....."

"Ah, what, what are you little hairy people talking about, that's the eleventh miss of our Marshal's Mansion!"

Amei spoke, dropped this sentence and left.

Miss Eleven?

The teenagers' expressions suddenly became strange.

Miss Eleven is not favored, and she hanged herself to commit suicide, and when they went outside to sing, they also heard about it.

Mr. Chang Yin is close to such a ...... What's the picture?

Seeing that Amei was leaving, one of the teenagers hurriedly said:

"Why did you go to the Marshal's Mansion to be a maid?"

"Don't talk to me!"

Amei lowered her voice and raised her eyebrows at the teenagers.

The teenagers were not afraid of her and wanted to say more.

The driver of the Marshal's Mansion outside, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looked over, and they all shut up again.

"Scattered, scattered."

The teenagers returned to their original positions and continued to practice.

Yard inside the main house.

An elderly man was sitting at the table, looking at Gu Yao with a frown.

"You're from the Great Marshal's Mansion?"

The old man's gaze was a little wary.

"I, I am."

The girl's voice was timid, sitting on the chair, her eyes restless, and she frequently looked at Shen Dunian on the side.

The old man's expression was a little bad, and he glanced at Shen Wannian, and his tone was a little reproachful:

"Mr. Shen, you shouldn't have brought her here."

One sentence made the girl bow her head a little helplessly.

Shen Wannian's eyes paused, and he said in a low voice:

"She's not doing well in Shuaifu."

The language is unknown.

But the old man's expression softened a little.

"Little girl, take it in your hand...... The old man will give you a pulse. ”

Gu Yao glanced at Shen Wannian.

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Li is the imperial doctor who retired from the previous dynasty...... Let him show you. ”

Shen Wannian's tone was low, with a bit of reassurance.

Former..... It was just over 20 years ago.

As soon as the last emperor died, these people who held military power under them became warlords.

The imperial doctor of the previous dynasty was reduced to the troupe, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Gu Yao obediently put his hand on the table.

"007, adjust body data." Gu Yao simply reported a string of numbers.

Each of them is a sign of a short life.

"Doesn't Dad want to be a little white flower? Why do you want to make yourself so miserable? 007 beeped quietly.

Gu Yao smiled: "This is the professionalism that a king should have." ”

007: Dad, it's good if you're happy......