A steward greeted him, and when he saw Yue Jianxi, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned: "What's the matter with this girl?" ”

This girl was raw, and he didn't dare to put it in.

"I'd like to meet you Tianyuanwai." Yue Jianxi smiled and said, "I promise he won't regret seeing me." ”

The steward shook his head: "Girl, even if you are a fairy now, we don't have the heart to see it." ”

The steward can understand her self-confidence, she is naturally proud to be born so beautifully, but now that her son has died, she is heartbroken, how can she have any other thoughts.

Yue Jianxi smiled calmly: "What if the Heavenly Immortal can cure his son?" ”

The steward frowned and looked at her suspiciously, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"You just go and tell him, and say that the apprentice of the Medicine Saint came to Tian Yuanwai and asked him if he wanted to see him."

"Okay, you wait a minute, serve tea." Yue Jianxi's confident attitude frightened the steward, whether it was true or not, she told her first.

Yue Jianxi sat down and took a sip of tea, and Lai Xi asked worriedly: "Miss, the son of the staff member is dead, how can you save it." ”

Could it be that Miss still has the ability to bring the dead back to life?

"Of course it can't be saved." Yue Jianxi put down the teacup and took a piece of pastry into her mouth, barely able to eat it, it was still delicious from Xuanwangfu, although it was poisonous.

Yes...... Lai Xi was dumbfounded, he couldn't save it and said that he could save it, isn't this a swagger.

It is also in the name of the medicine saint.

The steward soon came out: "Girl, our lord is invited." ”

Yue Jianxi smiled appropriately and asked him to lead the way.

Tian Yuanwai was not anywhere else, but in the mourning hall, a group of women in the house were crying and crying, and there was a woman who looked like a lady sitting in front of the coffin and crying.

Yue Jianxi knew at a glance that this was the serious mother of the dead man in the coffin, and she cried the most sincerely.

Tian Yuanwai sat on the chair next to him with blank eyes, looking no more than forty years old, and his hair was a few gray.

Can you not worry about gray hair, no one inherits the incense, there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great, which shows how serious this is without descendants.

"Master, it's this little lady." The steward walked over and shouted, a little cautious.

Tian Yuanwai raised his head and glanced at Yue Jianxi, a surprise flashed in his godless eyes, and he was just about to speak, but the lady who was still crying over there had already rushed over and hit Tian Yuanwai: "You are shameless, your son's bones are not cold, you are here to be romantic, today the old lady fought with you for her life, and went to Huangquan with my son!" ”

Yue Jianxi hurriedly took two steps back, watching Mrs. Tian twist the hat on the outside of the Tian Yuan.

Tian Yuanwai was pulled by her hair, and could only roar anxiously: "What are you crazy about, it's not what you think." ”

"It's not like that, it's in my son's mourning hall! You shameless death, I won't live without my son anyway! Mrs. Tian was scratching Tian Yuanwai's face, neck and arms, and the long nails were scratched red and red.

Yue Jianxi looked dark, and Tian Yuan looked like a merry ghost from the outside, and he should be beaten a few times.

Tian Yuanwai was obviously shocked by Mrs. Tian's domineering, forgot to resist, and only dared to hold his head and let her beat him.

Yue Jianxi watched the play almost before she said loudly: "Mrs. Tian, you really misunderstood Tian Yuanwai, I am here to treat your heir." ”

Mrs. Tian roared angrily: "What to save...... What the! What did you say? You say my son is saved? ”

Mrs. Tian stopped and looked at Yue Jianxi in surprise.