Huo Wenling's personal maid Huai Yi was holding the typhoid medicine for the young lady when she heard several maids in the compound gathering together to break their mouths.

"As soon as the general finished the morning and found out that Miss Xiao was sick, he went to find the Jiang family with a black face! This time, she will have to take it! The maid sneered with disdain.

The other maid clutched her chest and chuckled, "That's not it, I haven't seen the general blacken his face in public for a long time, just like Lord Yama, it's weird and scary!" ”

"I just came from over there, it's noisy, tsk~ she should have been divorced a long time ago!" A young and beautiful maid said dissatisfiedly with the basin in her hand.

The more Huai Yi listened, the more annoyed she became, although Mrs. Jiang really had a conflict with Miss this time, but she would always have the grace of birth and nurturing, and it was impossible for Miss not to miss this mother!

Huai Yi thought that he had to find out the situation, stood behind them, and shouted, "You cheap hooves are tired and crooked? Don't do things well, arrange the rights and wrongs of the masters here! ”

A few maids who were arrogant and uplifting just now saw that it was her, and hurriedly shrunk their necks and hung their heads, like a quail, and said hesitantly: "Sister Huaiyu, is it ours!" ”

This Huai Yi is the big girl next to the young lady, they say a few words in private, the daughter of the merchant Jiang is nothing, the young lady is the master of her own brand, if you want Huai Yi to go to the young lady to sue, they can't get good.

Immediately, someone choked up, "Good sister, forgive us this time!" ”

Huai Yi was thinking about the dispute between the general and his wife, his face was not anxious, and his eyebrows were slightly angry, "Next time, I have to tell the young lady to punish you well!" ”

After speaking, he didn't look at the group of people kneeling on the ground, stepped out of their sight, and went to the old man's courtyard with his feet.

Huai Yi came late, half-squatting on the side of the wall of the room, Mrs. Jiang's hissing cry came from the room, and the old man's cold and cruel voice was heard.

The old man said, "What do you think you should do with her?" ”

There seemed to be a third person inside, and Huai Yu's position was far away from that person, and his voice was not very real.

The old man said, "Come on, escort her back to the courtyard and keep her under strict guard!" ”

The birch door creaked open, Huai Yu hurriedly stepped back, and saw two servants walking out of the embarrassed, sobbing Jiang clan, and even one of the embroidered shoes on his feet had long since disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Huai Yi was very sympathetic to Mrs. Jiang in her heart, and the husband and wife had slept together for decades, not saying that they were affectionate and thoughtful, and they were imprisoned in disguise regardless of their feelings, and they were unwilling to maintain even their appearance.

The old man still said to the third person, "Wouldn't it be easier to send her to the Qingxin Nunnery?" ”

When Huai Yi heard this, her heart was even more complicated, Mrs. Jiang loved her deeply, but she finally ended up abandoning her. My own lady and Na Guo Er have no love at all, if they marry in the past, I don't know what will happen.

Mrs. Jiang's move is actually lifting a stone to shoot herself in the foot, harming others and herself.

Huai Yu changed his mind, hurriedly returned to the yard of the young lady, boiled a bowl of steaming medicine for the young lady, and went to the room.

Huo Wenling was wearing a light middle coat, sitting barefoot on the windowsill, staring at the clusters of blue snowflakes outside the window with her eyes distracted.

Huai Yi held the medicine bowl and rested it on the black wood tabletop, looked at her thin and pale face, and hurriedly pulled a cool drape on her, wrapped her faint purple feet, and said distressedly: "Girl, you can't let your condition get worse anymore!" ”

Seeing that she was still staring intently at the petite and full blue snowflakes outside, she turned her head to look over, although the old man was a military general, but he really loved his own young lady, and heard that the young lady liked the blue snowflakes in the south, so he called the gardener to plant it for the young lady in the garden behind the window, and carefully guarded it for viewing.

Huai Yu brought the hot medicine, pinched the spoon and stirred the potion gently, picked up a spoonful of black medicinal soup and blew lightly, and handed it to Huo Wenling's mouth.

Huo Wenling turned her head sideways, Huai Yu sighed deeply, and whispered, "Girl, no matter what, you have to think about your wife, your mother has a gap between her and her daughter, she is already sad, and today the master just didn't send his wife to Qingxin Nunnery." ”

Huo Wenling immediately frowned and stared at her, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter?" ”

"Today, the lord knew that the young lady was sick, and when he asked, he found out that the lady did this thing, so he went straight to find the lady, and the lady was almost sent to the Qingxin Nunnery, and now she is locked up in the courtyard." Huai Yi put down the bowl and spoke slowly, "Madame's behavior, it is normal for Miss to be resentful in her heart, but if you are separated from Madame forever because of this, ......"

After Huo Wenling heard her words, her heart was slightly spinning.

It was a coincidence that it was too late, Huo Siwei came to Huo Wenling's courtyard, and his wide and thick hand tapped twice on the brown lacquered Yamu, and then made a sound, "Wenling! ”

Huo Wenling looked back at the door and replied, "Brother! Huai Yu hurriedly took the coat and put it on for Huo Wenling, put on brocade embroidered shoes for her, and after doing all this, he stepped forward to open the wooden door and saluted to welcome the little general in.

When Huo Siwei came into view, he saw Huo Wenling sitting on the chair by the window with a pale face, a bowl of medicine still resting on the table, not moving at all.

Huo Siwei looked at her purple lips and said seriously, "While the medicine is still hot, drink it!" ”

Huo Wenling glanced at the black and bottomless medicinal juice, her tongue was numb when she thought of the bitter taste, her lips trembled slightly, and she looked at Huo Siwei's serious eyes, as if she was telling her, I will keep staring at you if you don't drink the medicine.

Huo Wenling pursed her lips, pinched her nose between two fingers, held a medicine bowl in the other hand, and swore to die on her back to make a bowl of bitter medicine. Huai Yu took the empty bowl for her, looked at her with a hideous expression, and stuffed the fruit into her mouth.

Huo Siwei saw that she finished drinking, and whispered what she meant.

Huo Wenling held the sweet fruit in her mouth, listening to what her brother said was not different from what Huai Yu said before, and her ten fingers were clenched tightly on her stomach.

"Wen Ling, she is your mother after all, and it is up to you to decide where she comes and goes!"

Huo Wenling hung her head, her narrow eyelashes trembled slightly, "Brother, I want to ......" raised her quiet eyes and said softly: "She has the grace of birth and nurturing for me, except for the mistake made this time, there is nothing wrong with thinking about it." ”

Huo Siwei was white Huo Wenling's meaning, which was exactly what he had guessed before, and he said lightly, "That being the case, I respect your decision!" ”

The banquet in the far Wei Mansion was also over, and Su Luo was reluctantly sent to the gate by Wei Luqing and put on the shelf.

Su Meng sat in the slowly swaying carriage, opened the curtains, and looked at the bustle outside.

Suddenly, I saw Xiao Wenteng, who had not seen the dragon for a long time, and Chi Feng, the personal bodyguard, entered the Painting Yan Pavilion one after another.

Su Meng looked at the nameplate of the Painting Yan Pavilion, put down the curtains, his heart moved slightly, and took out a set of light men's clothes from the mezzanine of the seat.

The coachman of the Yu Mansion steadily parked the carriage at the gate, and said to the quiet carriage, "County Lord, it's time to get off!" ”

I never heard the woman's elegant and ethereal voice from inside, not even the slightest movement, the old coachman was a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "It's time for the county lord to get off!" ”

The porter saw that the old man of the coachman respectfully invited for a long time, and then quipped: "It can't be lost, right?" ”

"Impossible! You're still chatting with me! The old man grabbed his beard and hurriedly said respectfully: "County Lord, the old man is rude!" ”

Lao Fang lifted the curtain of the car door and stared at the empty carriage with wide eyes, "What about people?" ”

My heart was quite unpleasant, and I took back the air, this county lord always came and went without a trace, and I saw a big living person go in the last second, but in an instant, it was empty. But the masters of the house don't care much about this, every time he is very depressed, he always feels that he is an ornament, and this back and forth is also tiring.

The county lord who complained in the old man's heart turned into an elegant son, and appeared at the door of the Painting Yan Pavilion.