Jing Yang said lightly, "Most of the old people in this courtyard have been lost in the name of poor care, and a lot of eyeliner has been replaced. My people can control it for a while, but they can't control it for too long, and when the sky is dawning, someone will notice something wrong. ”

Wen Shu said: "What does Grandpa Jing mean by this? What happened to Grandmother? ”

Jing Yang's eyes were sad and gentle, falling on Old Taijun Wen's sleeping face, "She has been waiting for you." ”

As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill and fed it into Mrs. Wen's mouth.

"Wait!" In the light of the electric flint, it was Su Nianchi who quickly shot out and snatched the pill.

She examined the pill carefully, and then raised her eyes to see ice, "This pill is mixed with 'Artemisia on the Snow', yes or no?" ”

Although the dose in this pill is not enough to kill a person on the spot, it can not be doubted by the heart of the drug.

Jing Yang's face was calm, and he admitted calmly, "Yes." ”

"Why is that?" Wen Shu looked at him.

The Jing family has served her grandmother's family for generations, and Jing Yang was her grandmother's personal guard, growing up with her, and then followed her to the Tibetan Sword Villa. In several times of great danger, he did not abandon life and death, and he was also respected in the Tibetan Sword Villa.

Grandmother once said that characters like Jing Yang should have a flying and free life, traveling through mountains and rivers, fighting swords and rivers and lakes, but she was trapped in an empty house compound for her and delayed her life.

His grandmother wanted him to leave and stand on his own many occasions, but he refused to allow it, and he accompanied her for the rest of his life in the Hidden Sword Villa.

He has a deep relationship with his grandmother, and he treats his full support and forgiveness vividly, because he does not believe that Jing Yang will hurt his grandmother.

Jing Yang smiled dismally, "This is her order." ”

Wen Shu and Su Nianchi's faces changed.

Jing Yang said slowly: "Ah Shu, there are two kinds of poison in your grandmother's body at the moment, and 'Artemisia on the Snow' is one of them. These two kinds of poison are mutually restrictive, so that she has been sleeping and not waking up, just to wait for you to come back. ”

Wen Shu hurriedly stepped forward to probe his grandmother's pulse, which was disordered and lackluster, but he had been exposed to it for many years in the Qiongling Valley, and he still found the hidden signs of poisoning in it.

He knew that what Jing Yang said was true, and his voice suddenly cold, "How did grandmother get poisoned?" ”

Jing Yang's expression was gloomy, "She voluntarily took those two poisonous medicines. ”

Wen Shu's face changed, "Why?" ”

Jing Yang was gloomy, turned his head to Nian Chi and said, "Miss Zhuang, please let the old lady take the pill, the balance of the two poisons will be broken, and the old lady will be able to wake up." This is also what she ordered, and once Ah Shu returned, he would feed her the medicine. ”

Wen Su and the others still had thousands of questions, but Jing Yang just waved his hand tiredly, "The rest, when she wakes up, she will tell you in person." ”

Su Nianchi hesitated for a moment to look at Wen Shu, he nodded slightly, and she handed the pill to him.

Wen Shu examined the pill, except for the 'snow on the artemisia', the rest are all fine, and together they have the effect of consolidating the essence and warmth.

He fed the pill into his grandmother's mouth with his own hands.

He looked at his grandmother, who was still asleep.

I only sighed that time was too slow, why did she not wake up for a long time?

only sighed that time was too fast, and suddenly her face had carved the deepest imprint of the years.

What is it that makes her as steady and powerful as Tarzan fall down so easily, and in the blink of an eye, she is as weak as this.

Is it her distress?

Or was it his negligence?

A violent cough sounded, and Wen Shu hurriedly reached out to help his grandmother.

Mrs. Wen vomited out a mouthful of thick black turbid blood and slowly opened her eyes.

Unsurprisingly, she saw the person she had been waiting for, the only concern in this life, "Good boy, I'm afraid I can't wait for you." ”

Wen Shu knelt down on the edge of the collapse, "Wen Shu is not filial, and he made my grandmother suffer." ”

Old Taijun Wen shook his head, saw Su Nianchi kneeling with him beside Wen Shu, and smiled clearly and gratifyingly, "In the future, the two of you will respect each other, and I will also have a matter on my mind, and I can go with peace of mind." ”

Wen Shu said: "The predecessors of the firmament of the Qiongling Valley will arrive in a few days, you will be fine." ”

Mrs. Wen just smiled open-mindedly and changed the subject, "Ah Shu, grandmother has been waiting for you, so that there is one thing that must be known to you." ”

Wen Shu didn't want his grandmother to work too much, but he couldn't say a word of dissuasion under her earnest gaze, so he could only kneel on the edge of the collapse and respond softly, "You say, grandson listen." ”

Mrs. Wen had love, pity and a thousand words in her eyes, and looked at her most beloved grandson, "I hoped you wouldn't know about this in your life, but now, I have to tell you." ”

Su Nianchi intuitively felt that what Old Taijun Wen was about to say would be a huge secret, and she wasn't sure if it would be appropriate for her to continue to stay here and listen.

I wanted to get up and leave, but hesitated for a moment, but still didn't move.

It's not that she's peeping into someone's privacy, it's just that she knows that the secret must be about Wen Shu, and she's worried about him.

Sure enough, Mrs. Wen's next words were like a shock-

"Ashu, your current father is not your biological father. Your own father is my hard-working child, nine years old. ”

Wen Shu was shocked, and Su Nianchi was also shocked.

Wen Jiuling, the previous owner of Zangjian Villa, died young, leaving no son and half a daughter.

It is only because of this that Mrs. Wen presides over the overall situation and helps his brother Wen Jiugong to succeed to the position of the owner.

For a long time, the person who thought he was an uncle turned out to be his biological father.

For a long time, I don't understand why my parents always treat me differently from my younger siblings, and I seem to have an answer.

After a while, Wen Shu asked, "I remember when I was young, my grandmother said that when I grew up, she would tell me a secret—was that right?" ”

Mrs. Wen nodded, "Yes, although I had to do this due to the situation at that time, I didn't want Jiuling to be unrecognizable even though he had a parent, so that I wanted to tell you the truth when you grew up, so as not to be lonely under Jiulingquan." ”

"But then you didn't say it, even when I asked, you didn't mention it."

Mrs. Wen was a little gloomy, but open-minded, "That's because I later figured out that the living are more important than the dead." Even if you are nine years old, I hope you can live this life in peace and happiness. ”

"But today, you said it." Wen Shu said slowly.

In his heart, he actually had a premonition, but he hoped that it was not true.

Mrs. Wen nodded slowly, her voice was categorical, and word by word came over again - "That's because, I will never let you recognize the thief as your father." ”

Wen Shu froze and couldn't move.

And in Mrs. Wen's eyes, there was a faint pain that she tried to calm down but couldn't get rid of, "The person who harmed your biological father is Wen Jiugong!" ”