Yan Xin also walked over and took Yan Ying's hand and said, "Mother rest assured, the second sister is a measured person, and she will never be alienated with her grandmother because of this." ”

Yan Ying listened to the clouds and returned to her yard lightly.

Hua Kai is seriously practicing the moves on the side, and he already has a look.

The palm of the hand is windy.

"Mama, you are an old man from the Ding'an Hou Mansion, do you know my grandmother?" Yan Ying looked at Mama Zhang, who was pruning gardenias not far away, and asked.

"I heard that she has not been alive for many years, and your mother married into the Ding'an Hou Mansion that year, and they got along well." Mama Zhang did not stop the movements in her hands.

"She had something to do with my mother's death, right?" Yan Ying asked.

Mama Zhang stood up straight and said straightforwardly: "It's closely related." ”

"Oh!" Yan Ying didn't follow in.

Yan Ying, who was tired at night, felt that her feet were cold, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that Nangong Han was wiping her feet with plasters.

Seeing her wake up, Nangong Han disgusted her feet at the moment: "It's just in the house, and I don't dare to let go of a fart like this." ”

Yan Ying looked at the black surface of her feet that had been coated with ointment: "Now that I said it, my father will reprimand her a few words at most, it doesn't hurt or itch, save it." ”

Yan Ying stretched her foot in front of her eyes: "Shouldn't there be a scar?" ”

"You wear shoes and socks, and no one can see the scar." Nangong Han said innocentially.

"What if my husband dislikes it." Yan Ying said.

"No, it's good to be in good health." Nangong Han took advantage of the situation and lay down next to Yan Ying.

This girl can make him feel inexplicably at ease.

"Do you have a grandmother yourself?"

Nangong Han's body stiffened: "I know, it's a powerful character." ”

"Then you said that my mother's death was caused by her?"

Nangong Han sat up straight from the bed: "Who told you this?" ”

"Yun Yishu insinuated."

"Oh." Nangong Han didn't want to say more, so he simply closed his eyes.

Yan Ying lay quietly beside Nangong Han, thinking back on her past and present lives, she felt that it was too unreal.

"What are you thinking?"

"I think if I get a name, will the Han King give me a reward."

"What reward do you want?"

Yan Ying pretended to think.

Nangong Han turned over and kissed Yan Ying: "This is a reward." ”

"You're a hooligan."

"Well, it's a hooligan." Nangong Han said and hugged the small body.

"The road ahead is destined to be unpeaceful, but this king will try his best to protect you." Nangong Han said in a low voice.

Yan Ying tossed around for a day because of the conference, and fell asleep directly without thinking about it.

Nangong Han stretched out his broad palm and touched her forehead, and gradually fell asleep.

"Grandpa, that's what happened at today's conference." Qi Peng said as he reached out and picked up Hetian Yu's teapot and poured some tea into Master Qi's jade teacup.

"What do you think she plays?"

"Yes, she was saying that the guitar, sound quality and tunes are not owned by the apocalypse."

"Oh." Master Qi picked up the cup and drooled.

"You still don't get too close to her, you can't tell whether it's a blessing or a curse."

"I look at Sun Qian, the daughter of General Zhenbei, it's good."

Master Qi looked at Qi Peng and said.

"Grandpa, our Qi family is already prominent enough, if we marry someone who holds military power, I am afraid that the saint will be jealous." Qi Peng still said in agreement.

"I'm just casually mentioning, you go down."

"The grandson is leaving." Qi Peng respectfully exited the door!

The next day, Yan Ying watched Huang Zijun busy, and only then did she know that the grandmother had been living in the Ding'an Hou Mansion.

But the gate of the courtyard was sealed, and their courtyard was divided.

Now that my grandmother is going to get out of the customs, Steward Huang has someone to reopen the door.

For a time, the Ding'an Hou Mansion was also jubilant.

Yan Ying, who went out for a walk, returned to her courtyard, and after thinking about it, she decided to go to her grandmother to pay a visit.

No matter how you say it, it is also an elder, and the next generation is pleasing to the elders, and you must learn to be soft.

But you can't go empty-handed for the first time, right? It's too bad not to ask for a blockbuster, but also to ask for a few people.

Gifts can be chosen carefully.

Yan Ying, who was sitting on the recliner, racked her brains and thought for a long time, silver and gold must not work.

Not to mention that I don't have much of this, even if I have it, I can't give it away.

That's white money.

It's better to send things that don't cost money, Yan Ying thought to herself.

Otherwise, Ziyue's appearance of taking money out of the country would be quite unpleasant.

Let's get some food......

Yan Ying had an idea, and immediately got up to do it, immediately made some pastries with yellow essence instead of rock sugar, and cut a large basket of rusty dendrobium in her yard, and carefully picked up two wooden stakes.

The dense wooden stakes on this ground are all dendrobium planted by Yan Ying some time ago, and they have begun to take shape.

She was very satisfied with her surprise, and she was also very grateful to the original owner's Nianghui Lanxin for not planting some flowers and plants in the yard.

Life is practical, poetry and distance are to be reluctantly and have been completely satisfied.

"Purple Moon, let's go to Grandmother's and walk around." Yan Ying carried the food box and shouted with Mama Zhang in embroidering the purple moon of Kt cat.

She walked over and looked at the embroidery work in their hands, thinking about how happy the cold-faced prince should be when he wore clothes embroidered with Kt cats.

But that thing seems to be happy and likes this cute cat.

Mama Zhang listened to Yan Ying's words, and hurriedly took the sample in Ziyue's hand and said, "You go with Miss earlier, and you have to mention Miss more in everything."

It's always pleasing to be soft in front of the elders, and I'll embroider the rest, and the horizontal and vertical are almost finished, so don't remember this. ”

Ziyue got up and handed the embroidery in her hand to Mama Zhang and said, "Then there is Mama Lao." ”

Yan Ying and Ziyue walked all the way towards Songhe Courtyard, and there was no time before to demolish this wall.

She'd walked through this side a few times, but she really didn't know there was a hole behind the wall.

Now that it has been demolished, Steward Huang is also a fast person, and he has already made a smooth stone road in just one day.

Osmanthus and pomegranate trees were also transplanted on both sides, and some garnets were already hung with red fruits, which was very gratifying.

When she arrived at the courtyard gate, Ziyue took a step forward and knocked on the courtyard door, and the person who opened the door was a cleaning girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and she didn't say too much.

When entering the hospital, Ziyue took out broken silver from her purse and handed it to an elderly grandmother in the courtyard, and said respectfully, "Please also let Mama know, our second lady Yan Ying came to visit her grandmother." ”

The old grandmother didn't seem to hear Ziyue's words, and she didn't reach out to take the silver in her hand, but just squinted her eyes and looked at Yan Ying under the osmanthus tree.

I haven't seen you for a few years, and it's still like this? What about powerful genetics?

Hou Ye is also suave and suave, and Yushu is in the wind, so her mother has nothing to say.

But these two young ladies are really the same as the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion who came earlier, if you judge it from their appearance and temperament alone.

Could it be a mistake halfway through?

The grandmother sighed slightly, looked at the silver that was still stretched out in the air, and sneered.

Silver? The old lady has never lacked it, and this girl seems to be very shallow-eyed.

But I pushed the door in and asked for instructions.

"Old lady, the second lady is here, saying that she wants to visit you."

The old lady sitting on the golden silk nanmu chair slowly opened her eyes, and looked at the person in front of her with somewhat cloudy eyes.

The voice was hoarse and asked, "Ruoqiu, how many years have you been with me?" The voice was empty but powerful.