The group hurried outside the Cao family courtyard. Ning Nanyou pushed the door and rushed in, lying inside from the outside of the screen, but saw Cao family leaning on the couch and being served by a maid. Although his face was a little worse, he didn't look serious.

Ning Nanyou relaxed in his heart.

"Is Zhao'er back?" Seeing him rushing into the room in a hurry, Cao asked according to the example, not caring about where he returned, and whether he was tired of the journey, he looked at him with a faint expression.

Ning Nanyou had long been accustomed to his mother's attitude, so he nodded softly.

"What did you come to my room in such a hurry? But what did Biyun say to you?" Cao asked casually, lowered his head and drank the medicine he fed from his maid.

Ning Nanyou stepped forward two steps, squatted on the head of Cao's bed, took the medicine bowl from the maid's hand, and carefully served a spoonful of black medicine soup with the spoon. While feeding Cao's mouth, he said, "Aunt Biyun told her mother that she fainted. The child was really worried, so he came over to take a look."

Seeing that he was feeding the medicine himself, Cao's expression was not fluctuating, and even pushed away the spoon he had sent to his mouth. Regardless of whether the medicine was splashing on his body, he turned his head and pulled the bedding and slowly lay down.

Ning Nanyou held the medicine bowl and froze there, his face was pale. He kept the medicine feeding posture in a daze. After a long time of silence, he spoke bitterly in his heart: "Mother, should you drink the medicine?"

"The medicine is cold, let Biyun heat it up and then drink it..." Cao turned his back to the corner and said coldly with his back to Ning Nanyou.

Ning Nanyou touched the still hot medicine bowl in his hand, lowered his black eyes, and suppressed the bitterness and loss in his heart and said, "If the mother wants to rest... the child will leave."

He slowly stood up, handed the medicine bowl back to the maid waiting aside, and prepared to leave.

When Cao turned around and walked out, he suddenly spoke, "What is your relationship with Jun'er? My mother doesn't care about it, but Zhao'er, you must always remember that the daughter of Jiang is the wife you married by the media in the eighth sedan chair."

Ning Nanyou stopped, his eyes dimmed a little, and he replied in a low voice: "What my mother told me is... the child knows."

After answering, he raised his foot and left the inner room, closed the door lightly, stood in the corridor and sighed. After calming for a moment, he turned around and was about to leave the South Courtyard, but saw that Biyun was still looking at him nervously, as if she had a hidden secret.

Ning Nanyou looked puzzled and said, "Why is my mother awake? Why is my aunt still so restless? But I haven't said anything else?"

Biyun nodded and said helplessly: "Junhou was too anxious in front of the mansion, and rushed to the southern courtyard in a hurry. In fact, I have other things to report to you."

Ning Nanyou said, "What made my aunt look so sad?"

"After the conflict between the Queen and Mrs. Xiang broke out, she was so angry that she fainted. But she worked hard for the wife to stay in a coma. The Queen was infected with the wound on her back and now she fainted. Mrs. Xiang may have been frightened by the war in the city a few days ago. After not sleeping all night, she is now sick in the bed."

Biyun said the whole story with a serious expression.

Ning Nanyou's eyes stagnated and subconsciously asked Biyun: "What about the lady? Is there a serious problem?"

Hearing his urgent inquiry, Biyun was also a little stunned. She thought Junhou would care more about Mrs. Xiang, but she didn't expect that in Junhou's heart, the Jiang girl was more important.

Biyun slowed down and said, "The lady is awake now... Qianshan is serving her, and I sent five or six more people to take turns to serve the disease. It is not serious at the moment. Mrs. Xiang's condition is even worse... Sun Yiling said that she was frightened a few days ago and had a cold again. Her body was already inappropriate. Now she ignores her physical weakness and has not been asleep for two nights, so she has a disease and has not woken up yet."

Ning Nanyou's expression was a little dull. When he heard the news that Li Xiangjun had not woken up yet, he not only did not feel worried at all, but also had a hint of irritability.

This made Biyun even more unable to see through what he was thinking: "Madam Xiang is like this... Is the lord going to see it?"

Ning Nanyou ignored her words and leaned on the red painted pillar under the corridor and was speechless.

Lu Xun, who was standing aside, was a little anxious when he heard the news that Li Xiangjun fell ill. At this moment, he saw that Ning Nanyou didn't say anything, so he thought he didn't want to visit Mrs. Xiang, so he immediately stepped forward and said, "It's better to go and see..."

Ji Xianzhi, who was standing beside him, could not stop him. Seeing Ning Nanyou's expression looked ugly, he hurriedly stepped forward and blocked Lu Xun two steps, glared at him fiercely, and smoothed out: "The lord is tired. Mrs. Xiang is taking care of Yiling Sun and Biyun. I guess nothing will happen. It's not too late to go and have some rest first before visiting."

Ning Nanyou looked at the dark sky and responded to Ji Xianzhi's voice: "I'm really tired, Chengzhong and Uncle Ji should go back and rest first."

After giving these instructions, he went down the stairs in the corridor and walked towards the study room in the backyard.

Lu Xun was still going to chase after him and persuade him, but Ji Xianzhi grabbed him and said, "What are you doing?"

Lu Xun was puzzled by Ji Xianzhi's obstruction: "Mr. Ji, you also know... Mrs. Xiang cannot live here forever. News came from Nanyang and Xia Pi that it was time to let Mrs. Xiang go back. Although Mrs. Xiang is willing to believe his lord's words at present, if the lord does not take his sincere actions, it may gradually disappoint Mrs. Xiang. This is the moment when the two of them test and suspicion, and the lord is still so willful. Now Mrs. Xiang is ill, which is a good time for the lord. It can make the two of them express their feelings to each other and make the relationship between them step further. Why do you stop me and persuade Mrs. Xiang to see Mrs. Xiang?

My subordinates don’t understand that Mrs. Xiang is gentle and virtuous, very kind to her lord, hundreds of times better than the Jiang girl, and she is a member of the lord, and will be helpful to any major plans of the lord in the future. Why can’t the lord understand these simple truths? If he could treat Mrs. Xiang like a lord, then I guess this Nanyang Princess would have been with her lord long ago..."

Hearing his unrestrained words, Ji Xianzhi was a little angry and scolded with a serious expression: "Lu Chengzhong, pay attention to your words. Mrs. Xiang is not anxious about this matter. Since the lord made this decision, he will not give up halfway. I can understand your anxious mood. I can also understand that I hope that the lord can succeed in planning, but if you want to persuade it, it depends on the time. At present, Grand Duke Jiang refused to hand over the blood letter to his lord. So many brothers died in this battle... Mrs. Cao blamed the lord for participating in the war. She was humiliated with the lord for several days, and the whole mansion, and the outside of the lord, and there were still a lot of mixed things in the house and outside the lord. The lord was running around overnight, busy everywhere, and never stopped for a moment, and there was not even a moment of rest. How could he have the mind to put on Mrs. Xiang? You have to let the lord take a breath?"

This scattered curse calmed down Lu Xun, and he patted his forehead with some annoyance: "I was too anxious and didn't even worry about the lord's mood at this moment."

Ji Xianzhi shook his head helplessly. He didn't understand why both Lu Xun and Zhou Yuanmo were optimistic about Li Xiangjun like this?

According to what he saw, this Mrs. Xiang was not a good man. If the Jiang girl was very scheming, then this Mrs. Xiang could also compare with her.

In the past half a month, Ning Nanyou's injuries have not yet recovered, but he has been busy and exhausted. This Nanyang princess not only did not care about her lord's injuries, but also repeatedly complained to her lord with different people. The reason was either frightened and nightmare, or the wind and cold entered her body, and her illness was discomfort. At first, the lord went to visit her, and she was willing to pretend to be sick and get her care.

But later, her body gradually recovered, and she began to deliberately get cold and drag her illness and refused to heal. She asked someone to pass on a message to her lord, saying that she had a headache and fever. When she asked her to go to see her, she was already acting, pretending to be gentle, and I felt pity for her. The male maids felt very distressed, and even Zhou Yuanmo couldn't stand it. She persuaded Ning Nanyou to visit her again and again.

Although every time the lord went to her house, Mrs. Xiang would make soup for him and apply herbal juice to the wound, and stay busy for a moment. But Ji Xianzhi would go back and forth with Ning Nanyou repeatedly tossed and frosted her, so Ji Xianzhi didn't like her very much.

He didn't want to pay attention to Lu Xun anymore, looked at Biyun standing in front of the house, sighed slightly, and then hurriedly went down the steps and chased Ning Nanyou in the direction where he left.

Backyard of the mansion.

Ning Nanyou stayed on the road between the North Courtyard and the garden, looking at the two roads in front of him, with a hesitation on his face, and subconsciously wanted to go to Jiang Chengjia.

After thinking for a long time, he silently took back his steps and prepared to go to the study.

"If the lord wants to see the Jiang girl, go..." Just as he raised his foot and walked up the gravel road to the west, Ji Xianzhi's voice came from behind him.

Ning Nanyou stopped and turned around and looked back. Ji Xianzhi walked over with heartache, standing not far away from him and said respectfully: "Lord... sometimes you don't need to restrain yourself like this..."

He looked at Ji Xianzhi and his eyes were inexplicably red.

Ji Xianzhi looked at his slightly red eyes and felt extremely reluctant to say, "If the lord has any worries or emotions, he can say that in front of the old slave... there is no need to suppress and conceal it."

Ning Nanyou's voice was hoarse, and at this moment, his eyes became wetter.

"If the lord wants to cry, he will cry... I have already sent off the maids and maids in the garden, and no one will see it here." Ji Xianzhi said softly again.

Ning Nanyou suppressed the soreness in his eyes, and pretended to be relaxed and bent the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Uncle Ji is really different from the gentleman next to him... I still remember Master Lu once said that men don't cry easily... Why did it turn into casual crying when you are here?"
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