In the Wangyue Hall of the small world, a hearty sheet was rolled, and Yongying also felt a lot more comfortable. He said that he wouldn't bother with those jumping clowns, but he was splashed with dirty water, and Yongying was still very unhappy in his heart.

Yongying let out a long breath, looking at Yueniang who was sleeping quietly in his arms, and felt a satisfaction in his heart.

Yueniang, Yueniang...... Having you by your side is the greatest blessing in my life.

His slender fingers slid lightly over Ying Yue's white, flushed cheeks.

"Hmm~ Don't make a fuss, I'm going to sleep......" Ying Yue muttered.

"Okay, sleep." Yongying said gently, and then carefully pulled his arm out from under Yueniang's head, stuffed the soft golden-flowered mandarin duck pillow over, and tucked the quilt corner with his hand.

Yongying was not sleepy at all, so he simply got out of bed and put on his clothes.

Yueniang's small world was much warmer than outside, so Yongying directly put the mink cloak on the red crescent table next to her.

Then the fabric of the mink cloak was the silkiest of antique satin, and with a sting, it slipped off the small crescent table.

Yongying had to hurry to pick it up, squatting down, but suddenly saw a small snow-white pill next to the table leg under the crescent moon......

Yongying showed a little doubt, and picked it up, "This is ...... The pills made by Yueniang. "Accidentally dropped? But since they all fell to the ground, they must not be eaten, so just throw them away.

Yongying was about to throw it out of the window, but he smelled the smell of the pill, something unusual...... Yong Ying lived for more than 70 years in his previous life, and he was involved in countless things, and he can be regarded as a beginner in medical skills.

Yong Ying's eyebrows furrowed, his face was slightly gloomy, and he took out a sweat towel, wrapped this small pill, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

The next day, out of the small world, Yongying saw that Yingyue was sleepy, so he smiled and said, "If you are still sleepy, go inside to make up for sleep." I'm going to Wujian Building today to discuss some things with Mr. Shi. ”

Ying Yue nodded sleepily, and said, "If you are free in the afternoon, accompany me back to Fucha's house and go see Mama." Her old man fell ill again. ”

Yong Ying nodded: "Got it, I'll be back as soon as possible." ”

Yongying said that he was going to Wuzhilou to discuss things with Shi Yizhi, which was also true, but before leaving, he handed the small white pill to Liu Chang, "Avoid people, go to Miaoshou Hall, and ask Dr. Zhao to check the ingredients of this pill." ”

"Huh!" Taking the slightly dirty white pill with both hands, Liu Chang stuffed it into his arms and retreated.

Yong Ying let out a long breath, I hope, it's just that he has a lot of heart.

The old lady of the Fucha family has been sick several times a year in the past few years, but this time the illness has been lingering since the end of last year, and now it is the end of the first month, and there is no sign of improvement.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it's not good.

The old lady is not seriously ill, it is nothing more than a cold, fever, and cough, but recently she does not have a fever but does not cough, but the whole person is tired and weak, drowsy all day long, and rarely awake in a day.

Alas......

Although she is a little patriarchal and feudal, she is really good to her.

At noon, he had dinner with Yongying, changed into a plain dress, and went directly to the Zhongyong Mansion.

Now the old lady is in front of her, it is the Eniang Nala clan with the eldest daughter-in-law Minyi to serve together, and the daughters-in-law and granddaughters-in-law of other rooms also take turns to come, and the old lady is the common mother and grandmother of the nine rooms.

Even Kazuka is here today.

Ying Yue knew in her heart that she was the most unhappy old lady in the Jia Su Ri, and she rarely came to visit in the past, but now she rarely came to meet the occasion, and she also brought a good old ginseng and a thick pile of scriptures.

"Sister Hejia has a heart." Ying Yue sighed.

He Jia hurriedly said in a low voice: "The scriptures were copied by the seventh sister, and they asked me to bring them over." ”

Ying Yue was stunned, and copied the scriptures with Jing, why didn't she send them over in person?

He Jia pulled her to the corner and whispered: "The seventh sister's birthday is unlucky, and the old lady is taboo, so the seventh sister has to use snacks here." She's been copying her menstrual period for half a month! ”

Ying Yue sighed a little, "It's not easy to be quiet......"

He Jia nodded, "Xiaoguozi has been spitting up milk recently, I don't worry about leaving for too long, so I'll leave it to you here." ”

Xiaoguozi is the second son of Hejia and the second brother, the nickname of Fengshen Guoermin. Little fruit, there is really love~~

In other words, she hasn't taken any medicine in the last few times she has rolled the sheets, so she may have ...... If she has a bun, what kind of nickname will she have more love in the future?

Ying Yue thought about it in her heart, and then she lost her mind.

At this time, Yongying gently bumped her elbow with her elbow, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you want!" A sneaky smile. ”

Ying Yue's face flushed, and she immediately glanced at him, her eyes were powerful and charming, which made Yongyue's heart ripple a little.

Then, on the bed in the inner room, Mrs. Jueluo was still unconscious, if he laughed, it would be inappropriate, so he coughed twice, "You can accompany the old lady more, I will go to the front to comfort my father-in-law." ”

Ying Yue nodded.

In fact, when she goes back to her parents' house, she doesn't need to serve the old lady herself, and the old lady is surrounded by a girl, who feeds medicine and feeds, turns over and wipes her body, and serves her very well. If it were her, the level in this area would definitely be far behind.

She sat at the head of the bed, holding a Buddhist scripture, and reciting the scriptures in a low voice, which could be regarded as doing her best.

In fact, everyone understands that the old lady is so old......

The Fucha family had already prepared the coffin of the shroud, and it was just a joy. Everyone is prepared in their hearts.

She was slowly reciting the scriptures word by word, when suddenly her shoulder was gently patted, and when she looked back, it was Eniang Nala.

Nara said: "I just woke up from a nap, and I heard a report from below, you and the eleventh elder brother are here." There was a bit of fatigue between his eyebrows.

Ying Yue said ashamedly: "Disturb E-niang's nap, right?" ”

Nara smiled and shook his head: "The old lady had a nightmare last night, so she slept a little late, so it's okay." ”

"Has Mama been having nightmares lately?" Ying Yue asked hurriedly.

Nara sighed: "The old lady has been dreaming of the queen mother lately, and she has been babbling at night, and even you Ama haven't slept well for a few days." ”

Empress Yuan died early, and the old lady only had this one daughter, so when she was dying, she naturally missed it very much.

Alas, according to this posture, it will not be long before the old lady should go to see her daughter.

At this time, the old lady on the bed suddenly made a muffled voice: "Auntie......"

Ying Yue was stunned, does the Empress Yuan also have the word "妱" in her name? Perhaps, it's just a homonym.

She thought.