V2.Chapter 271

The sky was bright, and Yu Wan slowly woke up from her sleep.

Last night was a ten-day period, and the two struggled a little late. Yu Wan didn't remember when she slept, and she opened her eyes just now.

Yu Wan looked at the bright sky and sighed, alas, she got up late again.

When I was in the young master's mansion earlier, I could still comfort myself by saying that counting money until my hands cramped, and sleeping until I woke up naturally was because there were no elders living in the mansion, what should I say now? There are many elders, and they are getting up later than the day.

"Hey, I'm really depraved!"

Yu Wan covered her eyes and said very ashamedly.

Fortunately, the old lady never minds—

The old lady has beautiful little grandsons and little black eggs, and it is not uncommon for an ugly little grandson-in-law...

Yu Wan lifted the quilt and sat up, opened the curtain, and smelled a refreshing floral fragrance.

Then she saw a few more white or pink camellias in the vase on the bedside table. The flowers were blooming very well, and they were in full bloom early in the morning. There were also two pitcher plants that were anti-mosquito and insect-proof, which can be said to be in line with her aesthetic.

You don't have to guess to know who did it.

Thinking of him going to the flower garden early in the morning to pick flowers and pitcher plants for her, Yu Wan felt a warm current in her heart.

Yan Jiuchao had finished the medicinal bath, and was sitting quietly in front of the bed at this time, carefully flipping through the books in his hands, the golden sunlight hitting his handsome face, he was immersed in his own world, and his whole body seemed to be It exudes a bookish aroma that is full of economics.

My husband is really... salty and sweet...

Yu Wan couldn't help curving the corners of her lips, dressed neatly and went to wash.

When I came to the dressing table to comb my hair after washing, I opened the drawer and saw a new pair of pearl hairpins.

After all, it wasn't the first time that he had received a surprise. He always said nothing, but there were always a few more things he carefully prepared in the room from time to time.

Yu Wan felt that her husband must have killed her too rarely!

Yu Wan walked over with a smile, her hands behind her back, she leaned down slightly, leaned in front of him and said, "Yan Jiuchao, if one day you are also prescribed medicine, will you forget me?"

"I forgot what you are? Are you so ugly?" Yan Jiuchao thought about it seriously, "Well, probably not."

Yu Wan's face darkened.

I'm not moved at all, I just want to kill this guy!

The days in Helian's house have been relatively calm recently. The old lady has a young son and a daughter-in-law who looks like a flower. Every day is not to mention how happy. ! Every day, I play leaf cards with this old woman tirelessly, and teach her to push Pai Gow, roll dice, and bet big and small!

The old lady is so happy like a fairy!

In contrast, the days of the three little black eggs were a bit miserable.

The weather for the first two days was not good, and the three little black eggs caught the cold one after another. First, Little Treasure sneezed all night, then Er Bao began to cough, and finally Da Bao was dizzy and burned all day.

So far, the three little guys have all hung up on snot bubbles.

Sick little ones become clingy.

The three sat pitifully on the threshold, and seeing Yu Wan approaching, Xiaobao stretched out his small hand aggrievedly: "Mother, hug."

Yu Wan picked up Little Treasure and touched his forehead: "It's still a little hot, have you taken the medicine?"

Xiaobao buried his face in his mother's neck and said coquettishly, "Xiaobao doesn't drink medicine."

"It won't get better if you don't drink the medicine." Yu Wan coaxed softly.

Yan Jiuchao also came over, stuck out his slender fingertips, and touched his son.

Xiaobao thought he was going to carry him away, so he snorted and said, "Don't stinky daddy!"

Yan Jiuchao gave him a shudder.

Little Treasure burst into tears!

Yan Jiuchao hugged Erbao and Dabao.

The two little guys were more anxious than Xiaobao's symptoms, their cheeks were burning red, and the whole person was a little sick. Their little heads were weakly leaning on their father's shoulders. , this time but no strength.

Perilla and Poria, as well as a quick-handed little girl, each carried a bowl of porridge.

This is the breakfast of the three little guys. They have been fed for half an hour, but they can only eat a few mouthfuls.

"I'll come." Yu Wan said.

The young couple took the child back to the house, and they were about to put the three of them on the chair, but none of the three let go.

In the end, Yu Wan had to feed Xiaobao in her arms first, and then hold Xiaobao to feed Dabao and Erbao in Yan Jiuchao's arms.

Xiaobao has a high fever and is not heavy, and his appetite is not bad. After eating half a bowl of porridge, Dabao and Erbao could not eat it.

Yu Wan was so distressed that she rubbed the two's little heads: "Do you want to eat candied haws?"

The two nodded blankly.

As a result, the candied fruit was bought, but the two still couldn't eat it.

The old lady also heard about the illness of the little great-grandson, and rushed over to see them with a cane, but was blocked by Yan Jiuchao.

The old lady is getting old, and it will be a very dangerous thing if a few little guys are infected.

The old lady didn't see the little great-grandson, and even had no mood to play the leaf card.

On the other side, in the female monarch's mansion, Shura also hung his nose with bubbles.

Because of Shura's unintentional release of the old man, Nangong Li was so angry that he vomited blood and ignored Shura for several days. He finally made up his mind to come to his yard, and saw Shura sitting pitifully on the threshold.

When did Shura become fond of sitting on the threshold?

No, how could Shura be ill? !

No one in the house has caught the cold!

Who gave him the sickness?

Shura looked helpless and pitiful.

Nangong Li originally planned to criticize him for letting go of the ghost priest, but when she saw him like this, she suddenly couldn't bear to speak.

"Someone!" Nangong Li said.

"The king." A guard stepped forward and bowed his hands.

Nangong Li instructed: "Go and invite the imperial doctor and let him heal Shura."

"Yes!" The guard took orders and went.

Nangong Li came to Shura today, of course, not only is it as simple as "settling old accounts", but more importantly, he wants Shura to help him deal with a few people.

He thought about it, although his father's condition was temporarily stabilized, but as long as Yan Jiuchao was still in Nanzhao for one day, there was no guarantee that his father would not see him again. Once he saw him, his father would touch his past memories.

The best way is to make that person disappear in Nanzhao forever!

But now that Shura is so ill, Nangong Li is worried that his brain, which is not easy to use, will become more and more muddy. Don't kill the wrong person and slap him again. Nangong Li thinks about it and decides to go to the national teacher first.

The national teacher just went to court, and met Nangongli on the way back to the national teacher's palace.

He got out of the carriage and bowed his hands in a salute, "Your Majesty."

Nangong Li looked at the national teacher, and then looked at the disciple Wan Feng who was brought by the national teacher, and said: "The national teacher, get in the car, I have something to tell you alone."

The national teacher nodded, turned to Wanfeng and said, "You go back to the national teacher's hall first."

"Yes, Master." Wan Feng got into the carriage and left.

The national teacher got into Nangong Li's carriage.

Nangong Li lifted the curtain of the car window, glanced at the carriage that disappeared at the end, and said, "Is that the little disciple who went to interrogate the little thief Ye Chuang National Master Hall last time, and was taken hostage by the little thief. that?"

"It's him." The national teacher said.

Nangong Li smiled lightly: "For making such a monstrous mistake, the national teacher not only did not deal with him, but still reused him, the national teacher... but really value this little apprentice."

The national teacher said blankly: "Wanfeng will not betray me, what is your Highness looking for me?"

"The national teacher probably doesn't know the origin of the few thieves who broke into the national teacher's hall, right?"

"What's the history?"

"Like Shura, they all come from the ghost clan."

"What?" The national teacher was stunned, "How could the ghosts be in trouble with them? Could it be..."

"Could it be?" Now, it was Nangong Li's turn to look sideways, "Did the national teacher know something earlier?"

The national teacher frowned and said: "To be honest, I have seen the prince concubine of Yan Jiu Dynasty in Da Zhou, and she is very similar to the emperor Ji of the year. I once suspected that she was the daughter of the emperor Ji. Fan, it turned out not to be.”

"I'm afraid you are being deceived." Nangong Li took out a portrait from her wide sleeve, "Have you seen this old man in Da Zhou?"

"Isn't this the old man from Lotus Village?" the national teacher asked.

Nangong Li sneered: "He is a ghost priest, he has seen you, but you have never seen him, I was afraid that he would recognize you when he was in Lotus Village, so he made a trick to dispel Yu Wan. doubt."

The national teacher puzzled: "Why did they do this?"

"I don't know this king either." Nangong Li lightly put away the scroll.

Soon, the national teacher thought of a new question: "If the imperial concubine of Yan Jiuchao is indeed the daughter of the Great Emperor Ji, isn't she..."

Nangong Li took his words: "Yes, she is the little princess of Nanzhao, and she is more pure than my adopted sister."

The national teacher couldn't digest such a huge amount of information for a while. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the shock in his heart.

Nangong Li sneered: "My little cousin, it's not as simple as it looks on the surface, she was so weak back then, even I deceived me, turned around and borrowed my son to take the top position and married my half-brother."

The national teacher is also aware of the identity of the concubine. It is not too surprising to hear Nangong Li say this, but the little cousin... Somehow, the national teacher feels a little weird.

The national teacher settled down and asked, "What does the prince need me to do?"

Nangong Li sneered: "Didn't the national teacher meet the prince and his concubine Yancheng in the Great Zhou Dynasty? I need the national teacher to identify them and let the king send them out of Nanzhao!"