"However, can't you find out what illness Liao Yuanwai has? Can't be cured all at once? What if I have a recurrence in the future? ”

Wang Peiyun said soothingly: "Godfather, rest assured, as long as his daughter is in Tai'an Mansion, even if Liao Yuanwai has a recurrence, it will be fine." It will take some time for my daughter to work out. ”

There was a gentle look on her face, but she was sneering in her heart. What should I do if I relapse? Of course, it's better if it relapses, so that he can't leave the treatment of his miracle doctor for the rest of his life.

As for the symptoms, she saw them at first glance, which was bronze poisoning. The vomiting and pale complexion seemed to be a replay of her memory. She almost thought that Mu Xiwen would suddenly come out of nowhere and snatch her credit again.

In order to increase her importance in the heart of Yi Zhifu, in order to make the richest man in Tai'an Mansion inseparable from her, she did not choose Mu Xiwen's method of detoxification, but used the cherished spiritual spring rewarded to her by the system, diluted it and poured it into Liao Yuanwai to detoxify.

While she was greeting Yi Zhifu and Mrs. Yi, she was thinking in her heart about how many times she would completely cure Liao Yuanwai's illness. They have been procrastinating, in case they underestimate their medical skills, it will be worth the loss.

"Okay, good girl, thank you for your hard work. Just now, Zhang Yuanwai sent someone to say that his wife has been a little sleepless recently, and I want you to go over and take a look, you see ......"

The smile on Wang Peiyun's face almost crooked. This person is her old scalper, one after another patients, she will be tired with Lingquan to cure diseases, okay?

Mrs. Yi on the side observed the words and looks, and saw that Wang Peiyun's lips were a little pale, and immediately said in a coquettish voice: "How can you be such a father, Peiyun is tired today, go down and rest for a night, and go to Zhangfu tomorrow."

Peiyun, let's ignore your godfather, that old man, my godmother stewed chicken soup for you, and Yanran is also waiting for you in the room. After speaking, he handed Yi Zhifu a vague look, and went down with Wang Peiyun.

Mrs. Yi took Wang Peiyun to a delicate attic, which was inscribed with the words "Biluoxuan".

Wang Peiyun looked at the pavilions, small bridges and flowing buildings in front of him, pinched the embroidered handkerchief in his hand, and suppressed the ambition in his eyes.

When you enter the house, it is full of luxury.

The room is full of tassels, even the bed is a pink brocade, a finely carved jade tooth bed, a brocade quilt, and a small sachet hanging on the curtain hook, scattering a faint fragrance.

A woman wearing a pale yellow painted hibiscus floor-length skirt and a moon satin embroidered magnolia butterfly dress walked out of the room.

She had pink, pale skin and a sparkling glow on her crooked lips. Her earlobes were adorned with pale pink pendants, dancing with her movements.

"Yanran." Wang Peiyun smiled sweetly and called happily to the woman.

"Peiyun, you're finally here. Come and see how about this picture I painted today? Will His Royal Highness King Yan like it? ”

The smile in Wang Peiyun's eyes was even deeper, "Yanran is so cute and cute, and her painting skills are exquisite, His Royal Highness King Yan must like it." ”

"By the way," Yi Yanran suddenly raised her head and asked casually, "After you saved Brother Yan Wang, how did you get along?" ”

"His Royal Highness King Yan was injured in his leg at that time, so he has been lying on the bed to rest. Moreover, His Royal Highness is such a gentleman-like figure, and he has always adhered to the defense of men and women in the village. My mother or my brother is taking care of him at home. ”

Yi Yanran showed a satisfied smile at this time.

Looking at Wang Yanran's shy, the look in Wang Peiyun's eyes deepened, and she continued: "I don't know what kind of lucky woman would marry a man like His Royal Highness King Yan?" I heard that His Highness has come to investigate the flood, so he should be leaving for Boryeong Mansion soon. ”

Yi Yanran's hand holding the brush was crooked for a moment, leaving a smudge on the painting of flowers and birds.

She stopped at the point, secretly took out a notebook from her arms and handed it to her, "I quietly went to the bookstore to buy it, and I have been looking for it for a long time." ”

Seeing the script, Yi Yanran, who was full of worries, smiled reluctantly and sent Wang Peiyun out of the courtyard.

After Wang Peiyun left, Yi Yanran remembered what she said about King Yan about to leave Tai'an Mansion, and she was always restless. She paced around the house until she finally decided to go to her father.

Yi Zhifu was looking at the book, and when he heard the news that the third lady was coming, he looked at his favorite daughter curiously and asked, "Yanran, is there something wrong with coming to find my father?" ”

Yi Yanran and Yi Zhifu coquettishly said: "Can't you come to your father if you're fine?" ”

"Haha, of course you can. Okay, doesn't Daddy know about you yet? If you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasures Palace, let's say, what's the matter with looking for your father? ”

Yi Yanran pinched the embroidered handkerchief and twisted it for a while, and finally couldn't help but say, "Dad, King Yan-"

As soon as the words came out, Yi Zhifu's face changed, and he scolded sharply: "Shut up!" ”

Yi Yanran, who had never seen Yi Zhifu speak so violently, was so frightened that her eyes turned red, and she immediately sobbed.

The most beloved daughter cried, and although Yi Zhifu was distressed, he still said with a straight face: "You must know that King Yan is His Majesty's favorite prince, and the descendants are ready to marry Miss Yilan to King Yan." What do you look like when you get up there now? ”

Hearing this, Yi Yanran cried even more sadly. "Am I not also a descendant? Why can't you marry King Yan? ”

Yi Zhifu said with some hatred: "Who called your father not the main house!" Who called your father just a four-grade official! ”

Yi Yanran was frightened by Yi Zhifu's distorted cheeks, and covered her handkerchief and didn't dare to cry for a while.

"Alas," seeing his daughter like this, Yi Zhifu felt even more uncomfortable, and he said: "With the condition of our family, even if you really follow King Yan, you are just a side concubine." ”

Yi Yanran still had a stubborn expression, and Yi Zhifu could only say helplessly, "Forget it, tomorrow I will arrange for His Royal Highness King Yan to drink together, and then you can prepare and come out to dance, and the rest will depend on your creation." ”

Wang Peiyun's family was originally arranged by Yi Zhifu in a house on West Street, but after Wang Peiyun showed extraordinary medical skills, Yi Zhifu took their family to live in the courtyard west of Yi Mansion.

Back in the courtyard, Wang Peiyun noticed that her brother Wang Zhongxian's house was still lit, she lowered her head and pondered for a while, and went to Wang Zhongxian's house instead.

"Brother, can I come in?"

Wang Zhongxian put away the book in his hand, "Peiyun? Come on in. ”

"Brother, how are you and Yanran?" She asked straight to the point.

She was so direct, but Wang Zhongxian was a little embarrassed, he said a little embarrassed: "Since you came to Tai'an Mansion, you and Yanran don't need to communicate with each other, we haven't communicated for a long time." ”

She nodded thoughtfully, and hit it directly: "But I think Yanran seems to be interested in King Yan, she may want to marry King Yan." ”

"What?!" Wang Zhongxian's face changed suddenly, his eyes burned with rage, and his sideburns were beating fiercely. He said with an angry face: "How dare she dare this water-based poplar slut?!" ”