Teacher, do you think I'm good or sorry for you? Ye Qingyu asked her with a grin.

"You both have their own strengths." The English duchess glared at her and laughed at her for favor.

Ye Qingyu smiled and stopped talking.

"I heard that something happened to Uncle Zhongyi's mansion, not only the concubine of the third room is seriously ill, but the ancestor is also sick." The British duchess asked Ye Qingyu,

"You didn't show them?"

"See." A sad look appeared on Ye Qingyu's face, "The old ancestor just had a temporary cold, and Ah Bao's body can't be cured, and it is only a few months left." ”

"So serious?" The British Duchess raised her eyebrows in surprise, "It wasn't good before." ”

"Poisoned again, Ah Bao's body was weak before, just because of a very yin poison, it was not easy to relieve the poison in his body, but his body was already broken. This time he was poisoned again, and he collapsed all at once. ”

Ye Qingyu opened his mouth and said, "This time, Ah Bao can't stand it. ”

"It's a pity, the three-room concubine is a beautiful woman, and I look at it very well." The British Duchess said.

Ye Qingyu also sighed, she knew that Ah Bao faked his death and got out, but she didn't feel so sad, but she was still a little melancholy in her heart.

When the British duchess saw her like this, she didn't doubt it, but she didn't think she had much affection for the Zhongyi Uncle.

"Ma'am, have you had better insomnia at night?" Ye Qingyu asked her.

"Well, it's much better." The British Duchess nodded and said with a smile, "The prescription you prescribed is very effective." ”

"My prescription is useful, but the most important thing is that my wife's mood has improved." Ye Qingyu said with a smile, meaning something.

The British duchess glanced at her, but she didn't say anything, her mood improved.

Because of that letter to her family and her son's enlightenment, most of the depression in her heart was untied, and now, she is looking forward to the end of the war in Shuzhong soon, and looking forward to Zhao Nanxiao coming back soon.

When he returns, I must have a good talk with him.

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In the preparation of the marriage ceremony for Qingshu and Xijun, the days slid forward quietly for a few days, and Ye Qingyu also got the golden silk soft armor as promised.

"It's really good!" Ye Qingyu took the soft armor in his hand and rubbed and pulled it back and forth, and found that it was soft and tough, and wearing it on his body should not affect Xu Jingnan's movements.

Ye Qingyu also specially found a knife and tried to cut it, and found that the soft armor was good, not rotten at all, and couldn't help but become more and more satisfied.

It was not in vain that she spent thousands of taels of gold to create such a piece of soft armor.

also lost the little money in her hand.

However, Ye Qingyu felt that it was worth it, this was a good thing that could save his life.

Wrapped the soft armor, packed the pills made during this time, and even took the thick letters she had written for so many days like a diary, Ye Qingyu put them in the cloth schoolbag she made.

She pulled the rope on the bag to make sure that the contents would not fall out, and went to the British Mansion with the bag.

She ran this way in three days, and the people in the British Mansion were used to it, and the porter saw her and greeted her with a smile.

"Mrs. Xu, Mrs. has guests today, do you want to go to the flower hall and sit and wait for a while?"

"What kind of guest?" Ye Qingyu asked casually.

"It's the old lady of the Zhou Guogong Mansion who came over." The porter said in a suppressed voice.

(End of chapter)