"It's useless to call the ancestors!"

The old lady is hard-hearted.

"Are you a mother or a stepmother?"

"Don't let your daughter learn the rules at all!"

Mrs. Hou's face was red when she was scolded.

Argued in a low voice: "Ling'er is just young." ”

"Still young?"

This is probably the biggest joke the old lady has ever heard.

"It's not small!"

She gave her niece a strange look.

"You're her age, and you know you're going to have a private relationship with your cousin."

Mrs. Hou's face turned white suddenly.

The face is hot, as if he has been directly exposed.

How many years hasn't anyone mentioned it?

Can't get by?

Do you have to poke her heart?

How old is Sister Ling?

If Sister Ling knows, how can she, as a mother, face her daughter?

How to teach her?

She knew that the old woman was not satisfied with her in the first place.

If it weren't for Xiao Bangjun, who made her even more dissatisfied, how could she enter the gate of the Hou Mansion?

In the heart of every mother, her son is the best.

Even if Hou Ye is still a princess, she will still feel wronged by her son!

Over the years, her stomach has not been angry, and she has not climbed out of her son.

If a woman doesn't have a son, she has no confidence.

"Good! The daughter-in-law asked her to send Sister Ling to go! ”

The old lady had a smile on her face.

In the end, I can't give up a man.

"You work hard to give birth to a son for Master Hou, it's better than putting all your love on Sister Ling."

She patted her niece,

"Shengsheng spoiled her."

It's not as good as the woman crawling out of her belly.

"Yes."

King Yan leaned on the corner of the carriage, but his eyes never took his eyes off Xiao Fuyi.

She's saving people, in a way he's never seen before.

He saw people embroidering and sewing clothes, but he never saw anyone sewing needles on human skins.

She patched the little maid's body nimbly with both hands.

"If the prince feels bloody, he can turn his face away."

Xiao Fuyi almost treated the injury on the little girl's back.

Turn people over.

But King Yan stared so intently, the girl was still a yellow flower girl.

The ancients valued chastity, and she was really worried that this girl would wake up and commit suicide.

"This king is twelve years old and fights on the battlefield."

"There are countless people who have been killed with their own hands."

Xiao Fuyi: "So, can you blatantly peek at my girl's pure flesh?" ”

Only then did King Yan react.

He turned his head to the side.

"Who did you learn medicine with?"

"This king has never seen it, embroidery needles sew human skins."

Xiao Fuyi didn't raise her eyes to look at her, only focusing on the things at hand.

But it still hurts him to take the time.

"Then you have to thank me for giving you a lot of knowledge."

"After stitching up, the wound won't suppurate?"

Those soldiers on the battlefield had serious knife wounds and couldn't keep their mouths shut.

If the medicine does not work, the wound will become inflamed and will not heal for a long time, and the only thing you can do is die.

Luckily, he got better, but he also fell ill.

"If you handle it properly, it won't."

"What are you doing with spirits?"

"Sanitize."

One question and one answer.

King Yan was surprised to find that Xiao Fuyi was a treasure.

She had a lot of great ideas in her head.

Including, a bold attempt at medical skills.

"Your biological mother's surname is Xiao?"

The past hostess of the Hou Mansion is a secret to others.

But if King Yan wants to check, he will definitely be able to find it.

"Hmm."

She took care of all the wounds on the girl's body and nodded nonchalantly.

"Do you know Magpie Mountain?"

The world's miracle doctor, only the people of Queshan, he has never seen it.

It would not be surprising if Queshan had such a miraculous medical skill and taught it to the descendants of the Xiao family.

"I don't know."

Yan Zhaoxi wanted to ask again.

Xiao Fuyi was out of energy.

"Shut up!"

"Why did you become a sperm in 100,000?"