Why didn't Guan Lingxi go with Ning Zhongxin to see Yuyang? probably still remember the day of the wedding, the wisp of filial piety cloth on Ning Yuyang's bun. Ning Zhongxin arrived in Yuyang's room and saw An Junlan also there.

"Madam, how is Yang'er?"

"I just took medicine and fell asleep, and there is this bowl of ginger soup."

"Okay, Yang'er hasn't been sick since she was a child, I'm afraid she won't be able to withstand some illnesses and evils."

"This girl, she has always been so strong, and she doesn't say anything when she is sick."

"Here, let me see."

After that, An Junlan got up beside the bed, and Ning Zhongxin checked Yuyang's pulse.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

"Master, why are you dressed like this?"

"I just came back to the house, and I was about to eat some food in Ling Xi's room, and I heard Ling Xi say that Yang'er was sick, so I rushed here."

"If Yang'er knew that you were so concerned about her, I was afraid that she would be happy."

"Ma'am? How are you doing? ”

"Everything's fine."

"These days, I don't go to your room much, and I hope that Mrs. will not be strange."

"Why, don't say these things between husband and wife. You and Ling Xi will add a man and a half woman to the Ning Mansion as soon as possible, and you will also give an explanation to your deceased father and mother. ”

"......" Ning Zhongxin seemed to want to say something to An Junlan, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth. I didn't say much and left.

An Junlan sat down slowly with the corner of the table and gently wiped away her tears.

"Madam, go back to your room and rest, it's getting late."

An Junlai got up and went to Yuyang's bed and pulled the quilt for her.

At this glance, how did Yuyang's cuffs be torn, An Junlan turned over Yuyang's cuffs and found this half of the brocade silk. Although the brocade silk was torn open and stained with water, the ink on this painting was somewhat smudged.

But who could this man be? It's been a long time since I saw this portrait. This line of clearly visible words has just been added, and it is ......

This word is not Yuyang's.

"Yinghua, who is coming today?"

"Madam, Fushun from the Prime Minister's Mansion has been here today."

"What are you going to do?"

"The slave doesn't know."

"You take good care of Yang'er."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Cuiliu followed An Junlan back to the room, and on the way back, she would pass Guan Lingxi's room, and you could see the candles in the house through the window.

"Cuiliu, if I am not there one day, will the second lady be kind to all the people in Ning Mansion?"

"Don't think too much, ma'am."

"I really don't want to see Yang'er have anything to do with the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it's too late now."

"What do you mean, ma'am?"

"Yang'er has also reached the grade of talking about marriage, if the man she likes is Gongsun Feinan, how can it be good?"

“……”

"The Prime Minister's Mansion doesn't look down on the Taiyi family, not to mention that Yang'er is not my own child, even if the Prime Minister's Mansion looks at my brother's face, Yang'er can also be the wife of the side room."

"Madam, if you are worried, wouldn't it be better to ask Miss tomorrow morning?" You can't worry too much, or you'll have trouble falling asleep for a while. ”

"Hey......"

An Junlan always felt that her life was short, in fact, it was mostly because she was worried too much all the year round, although she wandered around the ghost gate several times, Ning Zhongxin's medical skills could at least ensure that An Junlan would be safe for a few years. But she has stopped taking decoction since Guan Lingxi entered the door. Cuiliu gave her the decoction on time and in the right amount, and let her pour it out.

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"Ling Xi, you come."

"Sir? What are the commands? ”

"Junlan is not in good health, now you work hard in the big and small things in the house, if there is anything unwell, you can order someone to tell me."

"Master, Ling Xi is all right."

"Come on." Saying that, Ning Zhongxin took Guan Lingxi's hand and was about to give her a pulse.

"Master, every time you come to me for dinner, you always have to give me a pulse, I really have nothing to do, and my health is very good."

"Well, it's fine."

"Is the old man staying tonight?"

"Hmm......" Ning Zhongxin said with his eyes closed.

Since Guan Lingxi entered the door, Ning Zhongxin would go to Guan Lingxi's room to eat every night, but he only went once every few days to rest.

Guan Lingxi thought that Ning Zhongxin couldn't spend more nights in her room because of Mrs. An Junlan's face, and because of the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he couldn't snub himself.

In fact, Ning Zhongxin had his own plans, but Guan Lingxi didn't know.