"Hmm." Mao nodded his head.

"Master, you!" Chen's heart was anxious, and his face became more and more bad.

"Madam, you don't give up on me!" Mao said: "Even if you blame me, I don't want to give up the last glimmer of hope." ”

Chen looked at him, this man who always laughed on weekdays, a man who walked vigorously, seemed to have aged a lot overnight, and even gray hair appeared on his temples. The smile on his face disappeared, only a frown of worry.

Her heart suddenly hurt! If it weren't for her, why would Mao Carrier become like this! At this time, she couldn't say anything reproachful, and finally just turned into a sigh, "Well, it's already like this, and it's useless for me to say more." ”

"Madam, you should try again for my sake, okay?" Mao's words are prayed.

"Okay." Chen didn't refuse this time, but her heart was uncomfortable, she turned her head sideways, and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The doctor over there also finished reading the prescription and said, "Lord Mao, all the prescriptions of Mrs. Zun in the past six months are here?" ”

"Ah, yes. It was all prescribed by a doctor. The clumsy Jing has been watched by this doctor for so many years. Mao said.

"There's nothing wrong with the prescription." The doctor spoke.

As soon as Mao Chengyun heard this, his heart was half cold. If the prescription is correct, is Chen's illness hopeless?

"But it's too peaceful." The doctor said again.

"So you have a way?" Mao Chengyun suddenly came to the spirit.

"When Mrs. Zun was mild before, she could still hold it down with this recipe. Now that the symptoms are worsening, although this prescription has been adjusted, it is still too cautious. The doctor said unhurriedly: "Now I don't dare to guarantee that Mrs. Zun's disease will be cured, but I can recuperate better than now." ”

"Then, please make a prescription!" Mao said happily. He didn't have any hope of recovery, because the previous doctor also said that Chen's disease was a chronic disease that could only be slowly recuperated, and it was impossible to be cured. It can only be said that if you are well conditioned, you can live longer.

"I'll prescribe a prescription first, take three doses, and see the effect. After all, Mrs. Zun's illness has dragged on for a long time. The doctor said.

"Hey, okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Mao Cheng nodded again and again.

When the doctor prescribed a prescription, Mao Chengyun sat on the edge of the bed and comforted Chen, "Look, I'll just say that there is still hope for your illness." In this world, there are always doctors with better medical skills. ”

Chen couldn't bear to disappoint him, so he smiled and said, "What the master said is true." I really want to thank this adult this time. She looked at the eighth master's subordinates and said.

"Yes, yes, Madame, yes. I should be thankful. Mao Cheng nodded again.

"Lord Mao and Mrs. Mao, don't be polite, I'm just doing what Lord Belle tells me. If you want to thank him, thank him! The man hurriedly said.

"Lord Belle wants to thank you, and you want to thank you too." Chen smiled and said, "My body is really not angry, otherwise I should really get up and salute you." ”

"That will break me!" The man took a step back in fright and said, "It's my honor to be able to do things for Mao Fang Fujin, don't say that." ”

Chen and Mao Chengyun glanced at each other, and both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes. It is not difficult to see from this person's words that Mao Tongtong is not an ordinary favor in the Eighth Master's Mansion now. Otherwise, one of the eighth master's subordinates would not have said this.

Since Mao Mingxuan's side sent the letter to the capital, he has been waiting for Mao Tongtong's response. The reason why he felt that the situation at home was wrong was because Chen said that he would go to see his grandson at the beginning of the Spring Festival this year. At that time, it was said that it was with Furong's mother, but after the beginning of spring, there was no mention of this matter in the family letter.

Although the letter to the family said that everything was fine, Mao Mingxuan just felt that it was wrong. If you are fine, why do you suddenly seem to have forgotten what you said was good?

It's okay to say if it's something else, but looking at the matter of his grandson, he believes that it is impossible for Chen to forget. So there are only two possibilities, either something happened to Fleur's family, or something happened to his family that caused Chen to not be able to come.

But on the Furong side, the subordinates of the house came to deliver things once after the beginning of spring. At that time, Fleur also carefully inquired about the situation in the house, but did not find anything wrong. Later, when I asked about the situation of their family, the next person was a little confused.

He originally wanted to send Xiaohuzi back for a trip. But I'm afraid that after Xiaohuzi goes back, if there is something at home that he really wants to hide from him, I'm afraid he will hide it from Xiaohuzi, or simply find a reason to let Xiaohuzi stay and not send him news. That's why he gave up his heart and wrote to Mao Tongtong to ask her to think about it.

He knew that the eighth master must have his own people in the Jiangnan area. It is no longer safe for the eighth master to come forward, and I believe that Mao Chengyun does not have the ability to hide the eighth master.

It's just that this one comes and goes, and the road is far away. It will take him a long time to wait for the exact news.

"Master, didn't the letter from the post station come from Beijing this time?" Fleur asked. She was also anxious.

If something happens to the Mao family, Mao Mingxuan will definitely be sad, and she will be distressed.

She has been following Mao Mingxuan for more than two years, and she knows how difficult it is for him. He is a novice who has just entered the officialdom, and in the face of a pile of messes here, he has made achievements little by little, so that the people can live a stable life.

On weekdays, she took on everything that the back house could bear, but she was reluctant to let him bother more. She also knows how filial Mao Mingxuan is. If something happens at home, it will definitely be a big blow to Mao Mingxuan. So when she has nothing to do, she will pray in front of the Bodhisattva to bless Mao Chengyun and Chen if they are fine.

"It's been two months, and it's time for news." Mao Mingxuan frowned.

"Master, no news, maybe it's good news." Zhao Furong said with relief: "If there is really any bad news, I think Tongtong will send it over urgently." ”

"That's what you're saying." Mao Mingxuan laughed, "If there is really something, Tongtong will definitely be more anxious than me." ”

"So don't worry too much." Zhao Furong said.

"Hmm. It's cold at night, so go to bed early. I'll come when I've approved these documents. Mao Mingxuan patted her hand and said.

"Don't be too late, sir. In winter, the nights are short, so rest early. Zhao Furong said.

"yes, I know." Mao Mingxuan smiled and picked up another official document.

Zhao Furong sighed lightly in her heart, retreated lightly, and closed the door for Mao Mingxuan.

The cold moonlight outside the house shone on the ground, and there was a faint white light, as if it were snowing. Zhao Furong couldn't help but shudder, rubbed her hands, and walked back to the room quickly.