Chu Lingxiao looked at Chu Qianchen's silent look and became angry, feeling that it was boring to talk to her.

Chu Lingxiao couldn't help but think of Shen again. When he spoke to Shen, Shen was like this from time to time, with a kind of ignorance, as if what he said was not worthy of taking it to heart.

The more Chu Lingxiao said, the more boring he became, and he left with a straight sleeve.

Chu Yunmu pulled Chu Qianchen's sleeve and looked up at her, with his eyes as if he was saying, "What's wrong with Dad?" Why did he leave after saying that?

Chu Qianchen shrugged, too lazy to pay attention to it.

As soon as Chu Lingxiao walked to the gate of the martial arts venue, a maid with a blue-colored man came quickly, running out of breath and losing her appearance.

"Mr. Marquis," the maid replied worriedly, "Auntie... The aunt has been reluctant to eat, and since yesterday, she has never been able to enter..."

Chu Lingxiao's expression changed drastically, he accelerated his pace and followed the maid towards Qinghuiyuan.

The Qinghui Courtyard was filled with sorrow and mist, and all the maids and mothers were dead.

Chu Lingxiao rushed to the inner room under Juan'er's guidance.

Aunt Jiang was lying by the window, sobbing.

Her hair was fluffy, she had not worn a little pearl hairpin, but she only tied her hair with a ribbon. Her thick blue hair reflected her skin as frosty as snow. She was wearing a water-green silk shirt and was tied with silk ribbons. Her waist was full and she was as delicate as a flower.

"Shan'er." Chu Lingxiao called softly, came to her side, stretched out his arms to wrap around her slender waist.

Aunt Jiang raised her beautiful face, her eyes swaying with tears, her eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and she felt pitiful.

"Mr. Marquis!" Aunt Jiang rushed into his arms and shouted in a row.

The scald on her feet has been recovered for more than twenty days, leaving a noticeable scald. Although she usually wears shoes and cannot be seen by others, as soon as she takes off her white socks, the scar on her left foot is so shocking, like a white jade has a flaw.

Aunt Jiang felt sadder the more she thought about it. She burst into tears and her slender body lies on Chu Lingxiao's body and trembled gently.

During this period, the incident of the Taima's birthday party came to her mind again and again, and it was lingering during the day and night.

She couldn't help but want Chu Qianchen to rescue her earlier that day, so that the copper tent hook would not hit her feet...

She would not have to give Liuli to him because she could not serve Chu Lingxiao...

Aunt Jiang felt even more sad, and her tears became more and more surging.

Chu Lingxiao was crying when he saw the beauty crying. If he had gotten the Ten-Full Ointment, why would Shan'er be so sad!

Shen was afraid that not only deliberately moaning Shan'er, but also deliberately controlling herself, because she had not asked Brother Mu to be the crown prince.

In Chu Lingxiao, Mu Ge'er is the legitimate son, but he is only five years old. He knows how to play at this age, and he can't tell at all his character and talent.

The crown prince of the Marquis’ Mansion of Yongding is the future heir of the Marquis’ Mansion, so of course he cannot be casual!

Chu Lingxiao felt that Shen was just making trouble. If Brother Mu really could take on the position of prince, what would it be that if he asked for a title a few years later?

Chu Lingxiao shouted in a high voice: "Come."

Juan'er walked into the inner room with a curtain and bowed to wait.

"Let the great manager go to Jishitang in person. No matter how much money you want, you must buy back the Tenquan ointment!" Chu Lingxiao ordered.

"Yes, Marquis." Juan'er responded respectfully and retreated silently.

Aunt Jiang raised her head from Chu Lingxiao's broad chest and looked at him with emotion.

Her tears wet his clothes, but Chu Lingxiao didn't care and gently wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of her eyes with the belly of her fingers.

Aunt Jiang's heart ignited hope again, and her eyes were filled with tenderness and admiration.

The clear pupils reflected Chu Lingxiao's handsome face, as if she only had him in her eyes, and the only person she could rely on was him.

However, Aunt Jiang was disappointed again.

Even if Chu Lingxiao pays a thousand gold coins, he can't buy Shiquan paste.

With Chu Lingxiao's temperament, he could not swallow this. If he had been relying on his identity as a marquis, he had already forced himself to buy it, but Jishitang had just been sealed from the National Medical Clinic.

The emperor had just issued an order. If he went to Jishitang to cause trouble, it would be like slapping the emperor in the face. Even if he gave Chu Lingxiao a hundred courage, he would not dare.

So, in the next few days, Chu Lingxiao's temper became worse and worse. He said several times that Shen did not give Shiquan ointment to Aunt Jiang was jealous.

These things were circulating among the servants in the mansion, and even Chu Qianchen heard them.

Chu Qianchen felt a little annoyed that he shouldn't have given the Ten-Pure Ointment to Shen, otherwise, he would not have given Chu Lingxiao the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Now that things have come to this point, regret is useless.

Chu Qianchen thought about it and then thought that she had made an ice jade frost in her previous life, taken from "Ice Skin Jade Bone". This ice jade frost can not only make the skin delicate, but also reduce the fine lines at the corners of the eyes and mouth.

She immediately prescribed the prescription and asked Amber to go out to get medicine. She worked in the room for several days before she made Bingyushuang and put it in a small white porcelain jar.

"This smell is really nice." Mrs. Shen smelled the milky white ice and jade frost, and her eyebrows and eyes bent.

Which woman doesn’t like beauty? Especially after giving birth to Mu Ge'er, various fine lines gradually appeared on her face and body in the past few years.

Chu Yunmu, who had just finished school, was also there, and put his face over, then pointed to his cheek and said, "Chu Qianchen, can this frost be cured? Look, when I smiled, there was a vortex on my face, not at all powerful!"

Shen looked at the position where his chubby little finger pointed, and couldn't help laughing.

When Chu Yunmu smiled, a pair of dimples appeared on his lips, which looked very cute, but he himself disliked it.

"Nothing." Chu Qianchen was also amused and pointed his finger at his forehead.

She smiled and a pair of similar dimples appeared on her lips.

So, is it OK or not? Chu Yunmu stared at the jar of ice jade frost with bright eyes.

At this time, the maid salute came from outside the curtain: "Big girl."

The curtain was beaten up, and Chu Qianhuang walked in slowly, holding a stack of silk paper in her hand.

Chu Qianhuang had moved back to her Yuelu Courtyard to live, but Shen still refused to let her go out of the palace. She locked her at home to read and copy scriptures every day.

"Mom," Chu Qianhuang bowed to Shen and presented the stack of silk paper on her hand, "I've copied the scriptures."

This month, Chu Qianhuang has been reciting and copying the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Sutra".

Mrs. Shen smiled and looked down carefully.

She asked her daughter to copy scriptures in hope of meditation, and also hoped that she could have some insights when copying scriptures and chanting scriptures.

Seeing the third page, Shen stopped, frowned slightly, stared at a line of words and said, "Sister Huang, your writing is too impatient."

At first glance, Chu Qianhuang's hand-haired flower-haired handwriting is neatly written, elegant and so beautiful that it makes people unable to find fault.

However, Shen noticed that Chu Qianhuang almost wrote a typo in the middle of the way.

She almost wrote a stroke into a vertical line, and when it reached two-thirds, she twisted it over again.

When copying Buddhist scriptures, you must not write wrong words. If you write incorrectly, you should copy this page again, but Chu Qianhuang chose to use this page to fool himself.

Shen was disappointed, but also became more determined.

In the past, she felt that her daughter was good in all aspects and was too relieved about her daughter, so she could let everything go. For example, she wanted to be a princess, but in fact, Shen did not agree from the beginning because her daughter wanted to follow her.

Until now, she realized that her daughter's temperament had gone astray.

My daughter is thirteen years old and is about to go to bed, and she is about to discuss marriage. She must strictly discipline her, otherwise she will not be able to take back her daughter's heart.

Chu Qianhuang lowered her little face, and her expression could not hide her crampedness and listlessness.

She copied some books of the scriptures in the house, and wanted her mother to quickly lift her confinement.

Then, even if she is no longer a princess’ companion, she still has the opportunity to meet that person...

A faint light flashed through Chu Qianhuang's dark willow leaves' eyes.

She glanced at Shen and Chu Qianchen quickly, and her slender white fingers tightly held the handkerchief in her hand.

"Mom, I understand." Chu Qianhuangrou responded softly, "I'll go back and copy all this item again."

The "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Sutra" is divided into thirteen volumes, with a total of thirteen entries. Chu Qianhuang copied one wrong page, but took the initiative to propose to copy another one again, which made Shen feel both relieved and afraid that too much is worse than too much.

Shen smiled slightly, took Chu Qianhuang's hand and patted her gently, and comforted her with a gentle voice: "Sister Huang, please copy it slowly."

She asked her daughter to copy the scriptures in hope that she could have some insights during the copying of the scriptures, rather than a means of punishment.

Chu Qianhuang smiled slightly, and her eyes looked at Chu Yunmu, and the topic changed: "Mom, I heard that Brother Mu has been practicing bow shooting recently."

It is no secret that Chu Yunmu is practicing bow shooting. Shen specially asked Master Wu to teach him to formally learn bow shooting for his son. Although Chu Yunmu has Master Wu, Chu Qianchen will still take him to play from time to time.

With two-pronged approach, Chu Yunmu's bow shooting has improved significantly, which also made him more and more devoted to the bow shooting.

"Sister," Chu Yunmu smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits, and he boasted proudly, "You don't know. Master Yue praised me yesterday, saying that I have made great progress, a thousand miles a day."

Chu Yunmu was so proud that his tail was almost overturned.

"Our Brother Mu is really amazing!" Chu Qianhuang reached out to rub his head, but he quickly avoided it.

Chu Yunmu's face was bulging like a goldfish, and he emphasized seriously: "Sister, a boy's head cannot be rubbed, don't imitate his mother!"

Chu Qianhuang was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "You are young, but the rules are big!"

Chu Yunmu was about to defend himself, but when Chu Qianhuang said again, "Then I want to see how much you have made."

"I can already hit the target. If you don't believe me, I will shoot it for you!" Chu Yunmu was excited all of a sudden, pulled Chu Qianhuang's hand, and called Shen and Chu Qianchen with great enthusiasm.

So, the four of them came to the martial arts venue in a mighty manner.
To be continued...