"Look at my brain, Jiang Fu is a family of divine doctors, a descendant of the Shennong clan." The prime minister's wife looked at this daughter-in-law again, who said that her identity was not valuable, the bloodline of the Shennong clan and the royal family could not compare.

Yun Miao smiled, "It's not medical skills, no matter how high the medical skills are, it is impossible to regenerate limbs." It's a trick. My uncle has average medical skills, but he has a magical technique. The prosthetic leg is no different from the real thing. ”

"Oh? It's so magical!? ”

"Yes, the daughter-in-law can still coax her mother. When Da Pan's wound was healed and he could be fitted with a prosthesis, his daughter-in-law sent him over and his uncle tailor-made it for him. ”

Originally, this was also agreed with Yang Xuanling early in the morning. In fact, she didn't know about the situation in the Jiang Mansion, but Yang Xuanling had been in Luoyang for a while and knew a lot about the Jiang Mansion.

"Good, good, no matter how much money it costs. Although this kid gave his life to the Prime Minister's Mansion, who could still watch him suffer a crime. Also, you go to Aunt Liu to see how much spare money we have, and allocate some of it to customize some prostheses for the remnants of the Yang family's army. ”

"My mother is kind and kind, and my uncle will be pleased." This is a big deal, and it is perfect to make friends with the Jiang Mansion.

……

Yang Xuanling was amputated, and the news spread in the capital.

Yun Yuan, the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who was originally the envy of the famous ladies in the capital, instantly became a joke and was talked about as fun after dinner.

Yun Miao didn't care, and he didn't care.

After Yang Xuanling secretly left Beijing, the prime minister's wife took her with her all day long, learning to deal with the huge and complicated affairs of the prime minister's house, and she was very busy.

Sometimes I'm very tired, so I just rest in Zhengxiang Temple, and Jingxuan Yuan is too lazy to go back.

Rumors gradually began to spread in the house, saying that the young lady disliked the eldest son's disability and refused to serve.

Dongyu felt that it was not good, so he told Yun Miao the rumors, and asked her to go back to Jingxuan Courtyard and wait for the eldest prince, even if she just dealt with one or two, and broke the rumors.

I really don't know, the 'eldest son' who lives there now is a stand-in Da Pan. If she doesn't pass, he can still lie down and recuperate in peace. In the past, it will inevitably be uneasy, and it is not conducive to recuperation.

No matter how Dong Yu persuaded him, he just didn't go back. Whatever those words spread all over the sky, how the people outside ridiculed her.

Yunfu.

Mrs. Yun has been paying attention to the news of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and after learning that Yang Xuanling had his amputation, he was lying on the couch in a very happy mood.

Yun Xun, who was sitting opposite him, bowed his head and embroidered things silently, said, "Now I know the hard work of being a mother." Half-cut people, widows. ”

Yun Xun was silent, unable to tell what was going on in her heart.

Mrs. Yun glanced at the embroidery work in her hand, it seemed to be a rag doll, and her small arms and legs were quite cute. She knew that her daughter loved to sew dolls or kittens and dogs when she was a child, so she didn't think much about it. For now, as long as she doesn't make trouble, and then marries into the Pingyang Hou Mansion smoothly, it will be fine.

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The Prime Minister's Office.

Yun Mao's eyes darkened, he took a sip of the herbal tea he brewed, rubbed his sore shoulders, and really wanted to lie down and rest, but when he saw the mountain-like account book information, he couldn't sleep well.

Aunt Liu held a golden abacus in her hand, followed by four small servants holding boxes, and entered the room.