The doctor was soon invited to the South Mansion to see Zhao Bingyu's injury, Jin Jiaojiao has been taking care of the left and right, and she can't spare the heart to ask Nan Qiye what he sang today.

Nan Qiye was pacing outside the door, even if Jin Jiaojiao didn't come to question him, he began to be calm, what kind of crime is it to hurt the prince?

He kind of wanted to overturn the criminal law of the country.

Nan Qiye came to his head with two scrapes, painful! It's not that he's sleepwalking, it's all true, the Seventh Prince made him his grandson-in-law, and he beat people!

But this is not right, Jiaojiao personally wrote to say that her husband is a child of a middle-class family, named Jia Ming, and she didn't say that the person who married was His Royal Highness Zhao Bingyu, the Seventh Prince, Nan Qiye was completely confused, what the hell is going on?

The little crab who was waiting on the side looked at Nan Qiye, who was chattering, and saw that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong, he completely followed the script designed by Nan Qiye, and Qiye ordered to test the ability of this new aunt and give him a little bit of Ma Wei.

He has martial arts, even if the new aunt didn't kick the kettle in the end, he would be able to catch it and never hurt the young lady, and in order to prevent the hot water from splashing and hurting people, he had already replaced the boiling water in it with warm water.

The little crab is inexplicable, everything falls into place, why is it that Nan Qiye is not very happy and a little frightened like this?

"Seventh Master, do you want to ask the doctor to show you too, why don't you look good?"

Nan Qiye was worried, stared at him without speaking, and was still thinking about Zhao Bingyu's affairs in his heart, and after a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, and ordered the little crab with a smile: "Go and invite your aunt and grandmother back, just say that there is a big happy event."

"Come on, hurry up and prepare wine and food, and wash the dust for my aunt and miss, why are you stunned, hurry up."

Xiao Crab went to the Chenglou Tavern to pick up his aunt and grandmother suspiciously, but he didn't understand if Nan Qiye had started a play again.

I thought it was a poor boy who did anything to get rich for money, but it turned out that the emperor was willing to marry for the sake of love, and he must have loved his precious granddaughter miserably!

The more Nan Qiye thought about it, the more excited he became, and his opinion of Zhao Bingyu directly reached a qualitative leap, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the two were a pair made in heaven and unparalleled in the world.

As for the sin of hurting the prince, he loves Jin Jiaojiao so much, these little fights are just floating clouds in his eyes, Nan Qiye one hundred and twenty rest assured, he never thought that their Nan family and the Jin family would one day be able to marry the emperor's relatives, and he didn't know if it was the green smoke on the ancestral grave of the Jin family or the green smoke on the ancestral grave of his Nan family, in short, they were all happy.

Of course, these secret mental activities, the little crab has no way of knowing.

In the bedroom, the doctor left a prescription to say goodbye after seeing the injury, Xi'er and An An went to the kitchen with their subordinates to boil medicine, Jin Jiaojiao saw that Nan Qiye, like Uncle Xiang, was hostile to Zhao Bingyu's background, and everyone had a deep prejudice against men who had entered the house since ancient times, which was not to blame them.

She plans to have a good chat with her maternal grandparents about this matter and change their impression of Zhao Bingyu's mean prejudice.

It's just that......

Jin Jiaojiao flipped through a page of the book, glanced at Zhao Bingyu, who was lying on his lap on the big bed, and he was squinting his eyes with enjoyment, looking comfortable and enjoying, and he couldn't see the injury at all.

"Lie down on the bed, I'll go see grandpa." Jin Jiaojiao poked him in the chest and said.

"Ai...... It's painful, my wife feels sorry for me, I'm like this." Zhao Bingyu opened his eyes, revealing that pitiful expression again, he couldn't see the slightest trace of performance, and his eyes were even covered with a layer of moisture, "Can't I go to see grandpa later?" If you let go of my seriously injured wife, you may never see me again."

Where does Jin Jiaojiao dare to say no.

"How can you say that it is so serious, the doctor has said that you just need to take care of it."

Then he turned a page of the script, ready to continue to coax this ancestor.

The ancestor grabbed Jin Jiaojiao's hand inch by inch and pressed it on his chest, and said in a coquettish tone: "My chest hurts so much, my wife helps me rub it."

So the people came

When sending ginseng soup, I saw such a scene, the warm afternoon sun spilled into the soft bed of the room through the swaying green bamboo in the courtyard, the light and shadow were dappled, and the handsome and extraordinary new aunt pillowed on the lap of their noble eldest lady and closed her eyes to listen to the pleasant recitation, they had never thought about it, nor had they seen the rebellious Miss Jin take such patient care for anyone, Chinese Net

The scene was so beautiful and illusory that the next person was dumbfounded when she entered the door, and then she saw with her own eyes that the new aunt who closed her eyes and recuperated took Miss Juanxiu's hand and put it on the lips with the corners of her mouth raised and imprinted a kiss.

The little wild cat in the house meowed and jumped on the windowsill, Jin Jiaojiao raised her eyes and looked at the person holding the soup bowl in a daze, and reminded her to come back to her senses.

The maid is still a big girl with yellow flowers, her face is as red as the sunset, she quickly retracted her eyes and lowered her head, and quickly put the ginseng on the bedside desk.

Jin Jiaojiao didn't know why, was this a hell or how to drop, took the ginseng soup and smelled it, it was indeed a rare life that Nan Qiye had treasured for many years, and he himself was reluctant to use it, and his attitude turned 180 degrees to Jia Ming, who he couldn't look at, it was really strange!

"Ah, wife, hey."

Zhao Bingyu didn't think about it so much, he opened his mouth and waited to be fed, as if he was not afraid of Nan Qiye's poisoning.

Heartless, Jin Jiaojiao shook her head, and sent spoonfuls to his mouth, Zhao Bingyu was satisfied.