"It's really a sin." The lady wailed and tears slid down the corners of her eyes again.

God is unfair, so she lost her husband at first, but now she is a white-haired man and black-haired man, and her two sons are dead and the other are disabled.

Aunt Jiang's mood changed several times in a short period of time, from nervousness to reassurance to secret joy, her face was always gentle and soft, and she said in a whisper: "Auntie, don't worry. I will take good care of my cousin."

"You are in poor health. Go back early and have a good rest so as not to avoid your cousin's failure and your body will collapse first."

Aunt Jiang said to the lady with great considerateness.

"Minshan, thank you for your hard work!" The lady felt very comfortable, and she felt more and more that Jiang Minshan could share hardships with her son, unlike Chen Zhi, who could only share wealth and honor, and they would fly away when the disaster came.

Chu Lingxiao on the couch was so angry that his eyes were red when he heard this, and he shouted "Ahhhh".

However, he couldn't even say a clear word. The lady only thought that the eldest son felt uncomfortable because of a stroke.

The lady wiped her tears with a veil and comforted Chu Lingxiao, "Lingxiao, don't worry, mom is fine."

"You will get better! Close your eyes quickly and have a good rest. Mom will come to see you tomorrow."

The grandma really couldn't bear to see her eldest son's appearance. With the help of Madam Wang, she left in a hurry. Chu Lingxiao, who had no idea of ​​falling off the couch, was even more excited. The veins on the forehead were about to burst out from under her skin.

After seeing off the grandmother, Aunt Jiang slowly dismissed the others, and she stayed in the house alone to accompany Chu Lingxiao.

When her eyes looked at Chu Lingxiao again, her eyes became cold, indifferent, disgusted, and no longer had the gentleness she had before.

Chu Lingxiao's blood-red eyes stared at Aunt Jiang, and his mind flashed through the past ten years, and his body trembled slightly.

This woman he once loved the most actually poisoned him in tea!

She is so cruel!

Fortunately, he kept her in the tip of his heart!

Aunt Jiang seemed to know what he wanted to say, and smiled and said, "How great is this."

Her voice was still as gentle as spring water. Even if someone heard this sentence at this moment, he would not suspect that she poisoned Chu Lingxiao.

"Yi...Yi..." Chu Lingxiao's eyes widened even wider, his mood fluctuated violently, and his face was ferocious.

She wants him to die, but he doesn't die!

If he wants to survive, he will definitely get better!

Damn it is Jiang Minshan, this vicious woman!!

"Actually, I should have been like this for a long time. I blamed me for not being able to do anything before." Aunt Jiang curled her lips and smiled softly, so happy and so happy.

That's all right now. Chen Zhi and Chu Lingxiao and Li were also changed to Chen Yunmu and they would not compete for the title of the Chu family again. Moreover, with Chen Qianchen, his compatriot and sister, Chen Yunmu's future will never be bad.

Then, the title of Yongding Marquis can only be Chu Yunyi.

Aunt Jiang gently tucked the corners of the quilt for him and whispered: "Don't you want to die, right?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you die."

Yes, it’s better that Chu Lingxiao is not dead. Now he lives without anyone or ghosts. Chu Yunyi doesn’t have to be filial and can continue to pursue his future. Otherwise, if he has been filial for three years, wouldn’t it delay his future?

This is the best, she no longer has to worry about Chu Lingxiao attacking Chu Yunyi again.

She won't let him die, but she won't let him get better either.

The smile on Aunt Jiang's face became deeper again, and she swore softly: "Don't worry, I will be with you."

Always be with him!

The spring breeze outside the window gently blew the peach trees, and a few petals were blown off the branches by the wind, and they fell to the ground with a few catkins of willows floating on the ground, giving a bit of artistic conception of "hyacinth flowers blowing willow catkins in the lingering".

The branches of flowers sway in the spring breeze, making rustling sounds, as if whispering.

That afternoon, Chu Lingxiao's stroke paralysis also spread to the palace, and Jiang Yuan came into Chen Qianchen's ears, even Amber was shocked.

Chen Qianchen: "?"

Chu Lingxiao should be just 30 years old this year, why did he suffer a stroke?!

Although this is not impossible, Chen Qianchen still felt that Chu Lingxiao's stroke came a little suddenly.

"Do you know what's going on?" Chen Qianchen put down the sheep brush in his hand, lowered his eyes and looked at the table with a painting "Peach Blossom Picture" just now, but the ink traces were not dry.

Jiang Yuan also guessed that Chen Qianchen was going to ask what was going on, so he answered in detail: "Today, Chu Lingxiao went to Chen's house to find Mrs. Chen, but Mrs. Chen did not let him in. Later, when Commander Pei went to Chen's house, he happened to run into Chu Lingxiao. Without saying a few words, Chu Lingxiao returned to the Chu family alone. Shortly after returning, news of his stroke came out. Several doctors were invited to the Chu family."

Chen Qianchen: "..."

It would be fine if she had heard of it. Whether Chu Lingxiao was alive or dead, as long as he was not stupid enough to offend her, she wouldn't bother with the Chu family's housework.

While the master and servant were talking, a tall and tall figure walked towards this side through a peach blossom forest, walking leisurely, and slowly walked into Chen Qianchen's vision.

Straws of sunlight passed through the branches and leaves of the peach tree and sprinkled softly on Gu Jue, as if peach blossoms were blooming on his robe.

The handsome face became more and more eye-catching in the sun, and even the blooming peach blossoms beside him looked overshadowed.

The spring breeze gently blows by, and the peach blossoms all over the trees scatter on the branches. Countless pink petals fall like drizzle, falling on Gu Jue's temples, robe, and uppers.

"Qian Chen."

He called her name, his voice like the warm spring breeze, like flying petals, falling gently on the tip of her heart, as if an invisible silk touched her heart.

When he approached, it seemed to bring a burst of peach blossom fragrance and fragrance.

"What?" Gu Jue asked keenly.

Chen Qianchen told me about Chu Lingxiao's stroke. She was just a Taoist conversation with Gu Jue. Unexpectedly, Gu Jue suggested: "Let the imperial doctor go and see it."

Chen Qianchen: "..."

Chen Qianchen raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Jiang Yuan was also a little surprised. Both of them felt that this was not like Gu Jue's style.

Gu Jue could see what she was thinking at a glance, touched her head, and said lightly: "You will be in four months, and you can't be filial at this time."

In August, the national mourning was over. Gu Jue did not want to delay Chen Qianchen's ceremony because of Chu Lingxiao's sudden death. Even if Chen Qianchen changed his surname to Chen, Chu Lingxiao was still her biological father.

Chen Qianchen didn't care about her wedding ceremony, but Gu Jue cared about it, and Chen Zhi cared about it. They all said they wanted to give her a grand wedding ceremony.

For their wishes, Chen Qianchen also began to look forward to his own gifts.

"Yeah." She responded with a smile, revealing a pair of sweet dimples. She immediately ordered Jiang Yuan to find an imperial physician to go to the Chu family and see Chu Lingxiao.

Jiang Yuan had long thought of retreating quietly, but now he took his leave with confidence.

After Gu Jue walked around the desk, he walked behind Chen Qianchen, leaned over to see the painting she had just painted.

It was a peach forest under the sunset. Several peach blossoms in a corner were dyed brightly red by the sunset, which was in sharp contrast with the man in the white clothes like snow in the peach forest.

Even if she didn't ask, Gu Jue knew that she was drawing herself.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, laughed, stretched his hands from both sides of her body, and supported him on the desk. His head drooped slightly, his cheeks pressed against her cheeks, and his long black hair fell down a few strands, gently brushing against her bulging chest.

The clear aura on his body suddenly enveloped her.

Chen Qianchen relaxed and leaned back slightly, leaning against Gu Jue, his movements were extremely natural, and there seemed to be a small boat named Happy swaying and floating happily in the lake in his heart.

The spring breeze blows the two men's clothes and black hair, and the sunlight pulls their shadows long and intertwines, and is inseparable.

Chen Qianchen looked at the shadows they snuggled together, pursed his lips and smiled, and asked casually: "Is it good?" She asked about painting, her eyes filled with confidence, waiting for him to praise.

Gu Jue did not answer, leaned over and pecked her lips gently, then picked up the person, and sat on the stool in front of the desk and let her sit on his lap.

"Good looking." He smiled, with a pun, his cold voice a little lazy, and there was a unique temptation and charm. A few slightly cool hair stroked the skin on the side of her neck.

Chen Qianchen felt a little itchy on his neck. He wanted to pull away his hair, but after grabbing it in his hand, he couldn't bear to let go and played with his hair mischievously.

After her careful care during this period, his hair became darker and brighter!

Um!

It's all my credit!

Chen Qianchen thought happily, and was more confident and refused to let go. His white fingers rolled up his hair in circles. From the corner of his eyes, he saw her in the shadow doing the same movement.

Gu Jue looked at her smiling side face, smiling.

She always showed maturity far beyond her age, so he liked her childish behavior instead. This childishness that only manifested in front of her represents a kind of intimacy different from others.

When you are with her, Gu Jue is always relaxed, as if the fatigue of the day has been wiped out.

After enjoying the silence quietly for a moment, Gu Jue suddenly broke the silence and asked, "I just went to see the prince. How good can his injury be?"

​​​For these days, Gu Nanjin's injuries have improved significantly with the naked eye. From the beginning, lying on the couch and the crown princess did not dare to close her eyes. Gradually, the injury stabilized, and the scars at the blade healed. Now Gu Nanjin has been able to get out of bed and walk around, but after walking for a few steps, he will pant and often cough.

The imperial physicians also gave Gu Nanjin a follow-up visit every day, and the conclusion was similar to Chen Qianchen. The prince was injured in his lungs and could only take care of him slowly in the future and could not be affected.

How did Gu Nanjin save his life from his dying life? From the Crown Princess to the Imperial Doctor, he admired Chen Qianchen's medical skills and was full of admiration.

Facing Gu Jue, Chen Qianchen did not hide it and said frankly: "The prince is too seriously injured. This time, because of my actions, he barely saved his life. It is absolutely impossible to recover to the original state."

The prince is now like a tree that is almost empty by termites, so fragile that it is overwhelming.

"Because he is injured in the lung lobe, he will easily feel chest tightness and shortness of breath in the future, and may also affect the heart and other internal organs. Moreover, he must not work hard anymore, otherwise it will damage his life."

"Especially when the weather is cold, you should pay special attention to your health. If you have typhoid fever, he will be more likely to have lung diseases such as tuberculosis than ordinary people."

"However, if he rests well and doesn't work hard, he should be fine after 40. I will not dare to say anything in the future."

Just as many people describe tuberculosis as a disease of wealth, the current prince is suffering from a disease of wealth. If he is in a poor family, he may not be able to survive this year, but in a family like the royal family, he can use various precious medicinal materials to be carefully taken care of by the imperial physicians.
To be continued...