A carriage walked slowly on the street, and the person holding the carriage was Han Yue, and he didn't stop the carriage until he reached the gate of Jiangfu.

"Master, madam, you have arrived at the gate of Jiangfu."

As soon as the words fell, a little white hand lifted the curtain, Eleven looked at the plaque of Jiangfu, a bright smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he got out of the carriage directly, and jumped out of the carriage directly without waiting for Ye Junchen.

When I returned home today, Eleven deliberately dressed up.

A purple gold silk embroidered brocade cloud dress, Lingyun bun, gold flowers as embellishments, the most conspicuous is the butterfly star of the golden step, although the decoration is simpler, but indescribably luxurious, as if more vulgar.

The skin, which was already like snow, is whiter and smoother after applying makeup, and the eyes that are as clear as springs are as brilliant as cutting water, and they are even more charming.

The flush on the cheeks is unforgettable, not to mention the cherry red lips, which is even more intriguing.

Ye Junchen looked at the amazing light of the men around him, and couldn't help frowning, and quickly stepped forward, covering half of her body with his wide sleeves.

"What's wrong?"

"It's too ostentatious."

Eleven looked at the dress on his body, there was nothing wrong, and when he looked up at the eyes of the men around him, the corners of his mouth gradually bloomed with a faint small pear vortex.

"You're jealous, hehe, Hanyue, your master is jealous!"

Han Yue turned her head, unwilling to look at her own dead lady, didn't she see that her master's face had changed?

"Don't make a fuss, let's go."

Ye Junchen sighed secretly, and hurriedly took the little woman into the Jiang Mansion, he wanted to marry her home quickly, so that she could really become his own woman.

The gate of the Jiang Mansion was open, and Zhou Wei, the old housekeeper of the Jiang Mansion, had been wandering back and forth at the door, his eyes had been looking into the distance, an old face was full of nervousness and anxiety, and he didn't see the three people who were gradually approaching.

"Steward Zhou, can Jiang Lao be in the mansion?" Han Yue stepped forward and clenched her fists and asked softly, "My family wants to meet Elder Jiang." ”

When Zhou Wei heard this, he hurriedly turned around, and saw Eleven at a glance, and a line of tears suddenly flowed from his old eyes.

"Miss, you're finally back!" Zhou Wei wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and said, "The old lady is seriously ill and has been clamoring to see you, but Xiangye has been blocking us and not letting us go to Dali Temple to find you." ”

"Grandpa is sick?" Eleven grasped the heart of the words, "What's the disease?" ”

"I don't know." Zhou Wei shook his head, "I invited many doctors and didn't see anything wrong, even Dr. Xu of Rongfutang couldn't help it, Xiang Ye invited the emperor and sent the imperial doctor, but he didn't see anything, but his condition worsened." ”

"Doctor Xu said that the descendants of the Nan family, who are the first in the world in medical skills, are in the imperial city, and he personally helped to run, but he has been there for so long, why hasn't he arrived?"

"Aren't the Nan brothers and sisters preparing to leave the city in the past two days?" Han Yue couldn't help but mutter, "According to Nanjing's personality, I won't go to the clinic at this time and delay my trip." ”

Ye Junchen nodded in agreement, he reached out and stroked Eleven's hair, and said comfortingly: "Jiang Lao will definitely turn evil into good fortune, don't worry too much." ”

Eleven tightened the corners of his mouth and didn't make a sound.

Soon I saw Xu Tianchuan running over panting, and said to Zhou Wei with an embarrassed face: "Steward Zhou, the descendants of the Nan family are unwilling to go to the clinic, and there is nothing I can do, whether Old Man Jiang can survive or not depends on the will of God." ”

"There isn't so much providence in the world." Eleven's voice was crisp and disdainful.

Her cold gaze is deep and cold, as if she can perceive people's hearts.