One stone stirs up a thousand waves. As soon as these words came out, even Jiang Lin, who was originally watching from the sidelines, sat up straight silently. Not being able to have children is a big deal for a woman.

"Is there a reason for this?" Chen couldn't sit still. In the past, Jiang Shurou had a headache and brain fever, and she had never cut her pulse, but she had never been found to be cold.

The doctor used to be a man in the rivers and lakes, traveled from south to north, and also saw a lot of strange drugs. But this time I didn't dare to judge. He handed the object in his hand to him: "I have shallow knowledge below, and I dare not assert it, and I feel that this thing is different." ”

What he presented forward was the sachet that Jiang Shurou had been carrying. Jiang Shujing noticed that the moment she saw the sachet, Jiang Shujing's face was undisguised in shock.

"In this sachet, there is a spice that smells very much like ordinary angelica. But when it smelled down, it felt very much like a flower unique to Liguo," after all, he was not sure, and he added: "People who have befriended Liguo in Xia are fortunate to have seen this kind of flower." But after many years, I'm not sure. ”

"According to what you mean, the symptoms of the soft girl are due to the smell of flowers in the sachet?" Jiang Lin sniffed the sachet in his hand carefully, but he couldn't smell anything, so he had to carefully observe the pattern on it. The pattern is very ingenious, but the embroiderer of the sachet is general, and it should not be from the hand of the embroiderer.

"Yes. The name of that flower is 'Shuyan', which is named because of its extremely bright color, extremely cold, slightly toxic, and women wear it for a long time, which is harmful to the body and has no benefit. ”

"This sachet is not embroidered by the embroidery lady in Fuzhong, right?" The sachet happened to be passed into Jiang Xu's hand, and Chen was keenly aware of the difference on the side.

When he heard Lang Zhong say that there was a problem with the spices in it, Jiang Shujing was already sluggish. Now, almost reflexively, she stood up: "It's me." ”

Receiving everyone's gaze, Jiang Shujing nervously grabbed her sleeves: "Back to my mother, I embroidered this sachet for my second sister." ”

"And the spices in here ......"

Jiang Shujing wanted to speak and stopped, as if she didn't want to believe it, and had to say it. After a moment of silence, she closed her eyes and said in a puff, "The spices were personally prepared by Aunt Zhao for me." ”

As she spoke, she walked to the middle position and knelt down: "Please grandfather, father, and mother to see clearly, Aunt Zhao must not have done it on purpose." This must be a misunderstanding. ”

Although she didn't believe that her biological mother would do such a thing, Jiang Shujing was a little weak when she explained. After all, she often heard her mother insulting her sisters and sisters, and asked her to compare them.

Jiang Shujing had no intention of doing what her mother said, and she couldn't convince her mother, so she could only deliberately change the topic at this time. However, she understands that this is not a long-term solution.

Jiang Shurou's accidental fall has not yet been resolved, and there is such a thing again. In addition to being shocked, Jiang Shuyao suddenly remembered that in the original book, the female protagonist lost a child for the male protagonist. The doctor said that the woman was cold, and it was not easy to conceive, and she might not have any more children of her own.

Jiang Shuyao simply thought it was to increase the abuse point at that time, but now it seems that everything has traces to follow.

When it comes to Aunt Zhao, it is inconvenient for these juniors to stay here anymore, so they can only say goodbye one after another. Subsequently, Aunt Zhao, Aunt Shen, and Aunt Zhou rushed to the hall one after another.

As soon as the door in the hall was closed, it continued until evening.

Jiang Shuyao pulled Jiang Shujing, who didn't belong to her mind, into Jiang Shurou's small courtyard, and with her, there was also Lang Zhong, who came to open the warm palace.

When the two arrived, they found that Jiang Shuhui was also here.

"Big sister, are you better?" Suppressing the thoughts in her heart, Jiang Shuyao sat down beside Jiang Shuhui.

"Much better." Jiang Shuhui smiled. She didn't know about another thing involved, and seeing Jiang Shujing's expression in a trance, she asked with concern: "Third sister, what's wrong?" ”

As if she didn't hear it, Jiang Shujing didn't answer. Looking at Jiang Shuhui's still faintly pale face, Jiang Shuhui remembered something, turned to Lang Zhong and said, "I wonder if Lang Zhong can give the eldest sister a pulse?" ”

"Naturally."

Holding Jiang Shuhui's hand, who looked puzzled, and putting it on the pulse diagnosis, Jiang Shuyao explained: "It's just that the eldest sister is unwell and wants Lang Zhong to take a look." ”

Seeing that Jiang Shuhui had something to say, Jiang Shuhui didn't ask any more.

Fortunately, Lang Zhong quickly judged that Jiang Shuhui should have been caused by not paying attention to her body in the early years, and it had nothing to do with drug factors. Hearing this, Jiang Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief.

After he left, Jiang Shuhui asked Jiang Shuhui what happened. Jiang Shuyao didn't know how to speak, so he could only briefly explain what had happened.

Jiang Shuhui was very surprised. She glanced at Jiang Shujing, and she didn't know what to do, so she had to be silent.

Jiang Shujing is only twelve years old after all, and she hopes that she has nothing to do with Aunt Zhao, but she can't help but ask herself: If it is really her, what should I do?

On the one hand, the sister who is most familiar with him, and on the other hand, his biological mother, reason and emotion, luck and speculation pull each other, Jiang Shujing is so uncomfortable that she wants to cry.

However, she also knows that whether it is negligence or intentionality, it will always be Jiang Shurou who will be hurt the most.

"Second sister," Jiang Shujing felt guilty and sad: "I'm sorry." ”

Jiang Shurou can't say that it doesn't matter. When she first knew that her palace was cold and she almost lost her fertility, she felt that the sky had fallen. In the past few days, the Chen family has paid attention to Jiang Shuhui when choosing a husband, and she naturally knows that it will be time for her to marry.

But suddenly such a thing happened......

Jiang Shurou wanted to cry, but restrained herself. She reluctantly stretched out a hand and rubbed Jiang Shujing's head: "I don't blame you." ”

It's not Jiang Shujing's fault. The sachet was embroidered for her for the first time when Jiang Shujing just learned to embroider. This affection will never be covered by anything else.

Jiang Shujing couldn't hold back crying anymore, why? It seems that bad things like to happen one after another. She had just decided to let go of her previous sadness, why did such a thing suddenly happen again!

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After knowing the ins and outs of the matter, Zhou, who has always been gentle and considerate, and has no quarrel with the world, lost his temper in front of people for the first time. With red eyes, she forced Aunt Zhao into a corner: "Zhao, you are so ruthless." What the hell is in your eyes, my daughter, you are going to destroy her alive. ”

The Zhou family only has Jiang Shurou's only child, and it can be said that Jiang Shurou is her life. What she has been looking forward to is that her daughter can marry well. But this Zhao family even broke off her thoughts.

"I only have one child under my knees, I can't compare to you having a son and a daughter, I don't know, where is it worth your trouble."

Suddenly called, Zhao was a little flustered. However, she quickly calmed down, and she was going to kill and not admit it, but the usually amiable Zhou pressed her like crazy, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything for a while.