Jiang Lan took a look at this young offspring, his eyebrows were heroic, and he looked really good, and he was very loved by the girl, no wonder he was aggressive at the beginning.

"Captain Mu doesn't have to be too harsh on this matter, he pursues it too much, just let it be."

Hearing Jiang Lan like this, Mu Changfeng couldn't help frowning, thinking that Jiang Lan was afraid of things and didn't want to offend people, even if he affected his sister, he was weak and couldn't do it, so he didn't dare to stand up and ask for justice.

"If the prince wants to settle things, I'm afraid it will backfire and tolerate adultery."

Jiang Lan glanced at Mu Changfeng more, this kid misinterpreted his meaning.

"Don't be troublesome, lest you get into trouble."

Mu Changfeng was blocked in his heart at this time, "Hmph! ”

Jiang Lan looked at this angry young man who was riding a horse strangely, shook his head and got into the carriage, and drove to school by himself

"Shishizi, I heard that you were assassinated on the street?"

"Hmm." Jiang Lan drove the car, heard this trembling voice, turned his head to look, and saw the imperial doctor's two hands trembling, it seemed that he knew about the violent death of the last coachman.

"Imperial Doctor Meng, don't worry, we are already vigilant if we miss once, and they won't come again."

Looking at the old man with a full beard and white beard and nodding tremblingly, Jiang Lan called out to Xichi, "Help the old lady doctor in and take care of it." ”

Imperial Physician Meng hurriedly thanked him.

Although Mu Changfeng rode away, he left behind the people of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division to escort the surroundings, followed by several carriages, one carrying the loyal uncle and the people who took care of him, and the other carrying the rest of the servants.

Jiang Lan wasn't sure if it would be again, so she had to take out the talisman and stick it to the golden fan, take out the jade bone fan in her arms, remove the handkerchief in her right hand, clench her fists, and pour into it drop by drop with a faint golden blood, and the entire jasper translucent fan surface was flooded with an invisible pink light.

Jiang Lan handed the fan into the carriage, "Jiang Si, you have taken it for me, unless I want to take it, no one can give it to me." ”

Jiang Si was stunned for a moment, originally Chun Ming wanted to help take it, Jiang Si hurriedly stopped her, took a few steps in pain, and leaned forward to hold the jade bone fan.

"Brother, I see."

Jiang Si held the bone fan in his arms and leaned against the corner.

Jingzhao Mansion Yin was not close to the Weiguo Mansion, walked several streets, and turned a lot of corners before arriving at the mansion.

Jiang Lan first helped the old doctor get out of the car, and then asked Xichi to come down to help the doctor and take care of his old man.

Then Jiang Lan stepped into the carriage, and Jiang Si sat in the corner, his lips white and his face sweating.

Jiang Lan put her in a cloak, "If you go out in the future, bring this with you." ”

Jiang Si nodded, although she didn't know why her brother asked her to bring a jade bone fan, but her brother's was right.

Jiang Lan grabbed Jiang Si and held her in her arms, and Chun Ming next to her helped her sister tighten her cloak again.

Chun Ming followed Jiang Lan and returned to Siyuan Pavilion.

"The county lord's injury is not serious, and he can be healed after applying medicine and resting for half a month, but he is not lightly scared, and he still needs to be accompanied more at home."

Jiang Lan nodded, "There are still some people in the house who have been injured, although they have also asked a doctor to treat them, but Imperial Physician Meng is a master in this regard, I still want you to take a look, so as not to leave any sequelae, we all use the best medicine, and Imperial Physician Meng does not have to be restrained." ”

"The son of the world is really a bodhisattva."

Jiang Lan didn't say anything, just called Xichi over and asked her to bring the old lady over with her.

"Nuan Nuan, Nuan Nuan, Nuan Nuan ......"

It was a man who looked like he was only in his twenties, and Jiang Lan, who had always looked at the age of human bones, found that this was actually an uncle.

The man was nearly seven feet tall and thin, wearing a purple robe embroidered with green stripes and a creamy white placket with a bright silk surface. The robe was turned upside down and tucked into the white jade belt around his waist, and white deerskin boots were worn on his feet to facilitate horseback riding. The jet-black hair was neatly combed on the top of the head, nestled in a delicate white jade crown, and a pale green silk crown hung from both sides of the jade crown, and a flowing knot was tied at the lower forehead.

The maid on the road shouted, "Third Master." ”

This should be the third uncle Jiang Yu, who has been on the list of beautiful men in the imperial capital for nearly 20 years, and is known as the first beautiful man in Jiankang.

No wonder Sister Si is so good-looking, even the cold eyes are relatively heartbreaking, she is a woman who is still like this, men can imagine.

It turned out that it was really not bragged, and the credit for all this was the third uncle.

Jiang Yu's steps were a little staggering, the jade crown on his head was slanted, and he looked a little embarrassed but inexplicably moving.

Many maids in the yard began to raise their heads, pulling their handkerchiefs, and felt distressed.

Sure enough, the old man "made a fuss", and he really didn't have anything to do with his young descendants.

I've been in the backyard for so long, although there is no genuine product, but in the name of a son, there is no maid beauty who takes the initiative to dedicate herself, so that he has just set up a guard a few nights before he arrived, and there is no one, even a female fly

People can always be angry with people than people.

"Third uncle."

Jiang Yu grabbed Jiang Lan's hand and looked at it, "It's okay, it's okay, you're okay, what about Nuan Nuan?" ”

"Inside, the doctor has seen it, although the sun on his body is not serious, but he was frightened, if the third uncle has nothing to do on weekdays, he will come to accompany his sister more."

Jiang Yu nodded, looked at the words on the plaque on his head, and took back the foot that he had stepped in.

"Since it's all right, I'm leaving."

"Third uncle."

Jiang Yu waved his hand, "If you are free on weekdays, you can accompany Nuan Nuan." ”

"Yes."

Jiang Lan didn't dare to persuade more, she couldn't intervene in the affairs of their father and daughter. Jiang Si is the only concern of the original owner Jiang Lan in this world, and she is the sister she loves from the bottom of her heart.

Naturally, it will also be her sister, the kind she loves from the bottom of her heart.

Jiang Lan saw that Jiang Si had already fallen asleep, so she instructed Chun Ming, "If there is something wrong with my sister, quickly send someone over to tell you, if you hide it, you don't have to stay in Siyuan Pavilion." ”

Chun Ming nodded, the tears on her face were still not dry.

"You can also go to Taiyi Meng to have a look."

"Thanks, Childe."

"Hmm." Jiang Lan returned to her yard and took out the wooden box from the shelf.

Uncovering the wound medicine in the bottle, Jiang Lan poured it directly on both hands, holding the bandage, holding the thumb of her right hand and wrapping it around her other hand.

"Uncle."

Jiang Lan touched Brother Ming's face with her arm, "Why did you run back?" Aren't you going to school in the afternoon? ”

Brother Ming moved a stool and sat next to Jiang Lan.

"Uncle, can I tie it up for you?"

Jiang Lan nodded and brought the bandage to him.

Spread out your hands and look at the hands that are wrapped like bear paws, "......"

"Brother Ming, why don't you discuss, let's wrap it a little thinner?"

Brother Ming shook his head, "Is there something wrong with my uncle?" Brother Ming can help you. ”

Jiang Lan thought about it and compromised.

Jiang Ruoming sat upright on the chair, a blank piece of paper spread out on the table, and he carried a pen.