Jiang Ziyan took the crescent moon and the nurse through the garden, and followed the route in his memory back to the Ning Xiangju where he lived.

The Ning Xiangju that had been shelved for five years was in tatters, and the three of them simply cleaned up three days ago, and they barely had a place to stay, and now it is better to return here than to sleep outside.

Chunhua and Qiuyue returned to the courtyard of Miss Jiang Qiaochu, the second lady of Qingxiang Ju, and entered the door and cried loudly: "Miss, it's amazing, that broom star came up in one breath and is alive again!" The two of them shouted as they entered Jiang Qiaochu's bedroom.

Jiang Qiaochu assigned the two maid rings to the backyard to find the bad luck of the crescent moon and the nurse Le's, but when he saw the embarrassed appearance of the two, he frowned deeply.

"Shut up, what's going on, come quickly." Jiang Qiaochu's face was gloomy, his eyes were gloomy, and the two maids trembled in fright, and knelt on the ground.

"That'······ The waste broom star has come to life, and we ······ We were beaten. I don't know if it was the fear of Jiang Qiaochu, or the fear of Jiang Ziyan just now, the two girls couldn't speak, and their words trembled.

Jiang Qiaochu was stunned, he was obviously dead at that time, and he was in the coffin, how could he come back to life. What shocked her even more was that Jiang Ziyan couldn't even say a heavy word on weekdays, and she wouldn't hurt an ant, so how could she hit someone.

"No way, what the hell are you guys?" Jiang Qiaochu directly ruled out.

"Miss Really, we saw the broom star jump out of the coffin with our own eyes, and we were beaten up." The two maidens stabilized their emotions and said.

"It's even more impossible, how could such a piece of waste beat you like this?" Since the king of Chu went west, Jiang Qiaochu has constantly sent people to Huguo Temple to investigate Jiang Ziyan, and learned that Jiang Ziyan has never done anything else except chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha every day, so he was relieved.

I thought that as long as Jiang Ziyan was in Huguo Temple, the King of Chu would be the princess of Chu after his triumph, after all, the holy decree of the marriage only said that it was the daughter of Jiangfu, and Jiang Ziyan's name was not written.

Who would have thought that Jiang Ziyan suddenly returned home from Huguo Temple, and saw that his dream was about to be shattered, so he made the means kill Jiang Ziyan.

Could it be that this Jiang Ziyan is really born with a phoenix fate, and God can't protect it. No, she doesn't believe in fate, as long as Jiang Ziyan is dead, everything about Jiang Ziyan will be hers.

Jiang Ziyan soaked in cold water, and lay in the cold coffin for so long, she began to have a fever, closed her eyes and fell asleep in a daze. I went back to my small clinic in my sleep and looked at everything familiar as if I were a world away.

It was as if someone had placed something cold on her forehead, and when she woke up, it was the crescent moon that was compressing her forehead with a cold towel, and when she saw Jiang Ziyan open her eyes, the crescent moon said: "Miss, you are very hot now, what can I do?" ”

Jiang Ziyan felt that his bones were all sore, and he was sure that he was having a fever. I am a doctor, but now I have no medicine to reduce my fever.

"It would be nice if my small clinic was here, with all kinds of drugs and medical equipment." Thinking like this, the small clinic actually appeared in front of me.

Jiang Ziyan thought it was an illusion, rubbed his eyes, the small clinic was still there, but the crescent moon was busy with herself, but she didn't find anything abnormal.

Jiang Ziyan tried it, and it was easy to bring out the things in the small clinic and hold them in his hand through his mind.

It turned out that the small clinic was in my own mind.

"Crescent moon, go see if the nurse has boiled water." Jiang Ziyan instructed the crescent moon that was preparing to apply cold water to her forehead.

Crescent Moon put down the basin and said, "Yes," and walked out.

I injected myself with antipyretics, took a few more pills and held them in my hands, and the small clinic disappeared.

Seeing the pills in his hand, he was sure that the small clinic had really traveled to this other world with himself.

What happened tonight was beyond her knowledge, she was an atheist. In modern times, she scoffed at the preaching that science and theology have the same path. Until tonight, she was reborn through the body of the original deity, and began to doubt her previous knowledge and opinions, and the appearance of the small consultation room overturned her previous cognition.

Perhaps nothing is impossible in this world.

After using the medicine, Jiang Ziyan fell asleep again, and the crescent moon and the nurse stayed in front of the bed and constantly applied cold water to Jiang Ziyan's forehead.

When I woke up, all the discomfort of last night was gone, and the nurse set up the meal outside and went to the bedroom.

Seeing Jiang Ziyan wake up, the nurse stepped forward and put the back of her hand against Jiang Ziyan's forehead, with a smile on her face, and said: "It was very hot last night, and I didn't call the doctor, now I can reduce the fever, and it is really blessed by the Buddha." Breakfast is left outside and eaten. ”

The nurse helped Jiang Ziyan get dressed next to her, and then insisted on helping Jiang Ziyan to the outside room.

"Nurse, why isn't the crescent moon there?" Jiang Ziyan took the handkerchief handed over by Le's and asked casually.

The nurse Le Shi moved the dishes and chopsticks in front of Jiang Ziyan and said, "Mother Sun from the old lady's courtyard is here, and the crescent moon is talking to her at the door. ”

The old lady in the mouth of the nurse Le is Jiang Ziyan's grandmother, Jiang Ziyan was sick when he was a child and never came out of the incense courtyard, rarely saw the old lady, but the old lady was unwell in the past few days when she returned home, and she has not seen this mysterious old lady until now.

Breakfast is also a plate of green vegetables, a bowl of Himmi porridge per person.

In the past few days back in Fuzhong, the daily eating and drinking is not as rich as the Huguo Temple. Jiang Ziyan's eyes flashed with a touch of coldness, this is the treatment of Miss Jiang Jiayan.

After a while, the crescent moon ran in like a gust of wind.

"Miss, just now Mother Sun said that the old lady is in good spirits today, let me go over and say hello to the old lady." Crescent sat down and said while drinking porridge.

On the day of returning home, Jiang Shangshu and the housewife Guo took their daughter Jiang Qiaochu to the banquet and did not return, the old lady claimed to be seriously ill, and several aunts hid and did not show up.

Jiang Ziyan snorted in her nose, this is what she did last night to attract the attention of the house, the previous original owner has been left to fend for herself. Perhaps, since it occupies the body of the original owner, then the ghost ghost of this house will meet for a while instead of the original owner.

The nurse Leshi was in front, the crescent moon was behind, and the three of them walked all the way to Fumanyuan.

The servants who had seen it all the way were busy, passing a goldfish pond, bypassing a small garden, and finally arriving at the Fumanyuan where the old lady lived.

There is a decent Yahuan waiting for the curtain in advance, and there are Yahuan's mothers-in-law from each courtyard standing in the courtyard, and it seems that the aunts and sisters of each courtyard have arrived.

The nurse and the crescent moon were standing outside the door, Jiang Ziyan entered the door, and saw a graceful and luxurious old lady at the head, with a rich gold and jade head on her gray hair, and she knew that it was extremely heavy at a glance, and there was a crutch of fine fragrant wood in her hand, and the crutch was inlaid with a piece of superb white jade.

This is the old lady of Shangshu Mansion, Jiang Shangshu's mother, Jiang.

Sitting across the table from the old lady was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a gentle appearance and a slender figure, with a hint of calculation flashing in his eyes from time to time, wearing a brown robe, and the neckline, cuffs and waist seals were embroidered with silver thread.

This is the original owner's father, Jiang Yicheng, who was originally born in cloth, and when he was young, he relied on his true talent and learning to get the top prize, and married two powerful ladies of the Ye family and the Guo family, plus his own speculative drilling camp left and right, so he sat on the position of the secretary of the Ministry of Rites and became the second-class member of the dynasty.

Sitting next to Jiang Yicheng was a woman in her thirties, wearing heavy makeup and a faint coldness in her eyes.

This is the current head of the Jiang Mansion, Guo Shi, whose father is the first assistant of the current dynasty.