Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

Dong Yuan showed her the account books of the past few days. The items listed on it were very clear and detailed, and they were easy to understand. Su Yuanyuan flipped through the account books while gnawing on an apple.

At this moment, the doorway was shrouded in shadow, and the sunlight was completely blocked.

As soon as she looked up, she saw the young man with his neck crooked.

The young man was tall and slender, wearing a dark blue long dress and a light-colored coat over it. He was handsome, with a pair of slightly raised phoenix eyes under the thick black eyebrows, and the lips under the bridge of the nose were tightly pursed. Like a capsized boat, the whole person looked not to be trifled with.

Su Yuanyuan recognized him as the young man who was standing at the gate of the city yesterday.

His eyebrows were raised slightly, and he blinked his big eyes and looked at Ye Zhiren who was walking towards him with a dark face.

Ye Zhiren was also polite, and walked in and sat on the high stool in front of the counter, with one hand resting on the counter, tilting his neck to look like Su Yuanyuan.

He hadn't noticed it just now, but when he took a closer look, the little woman in front of him had a small oval face, long crescent eyebrows, big, watery eyes, and the ends of her eyes were slightly raised like him, especially the ones that Slightly parted lips, like a blooming flower.

so similar……

She looks exactly like his mother, Princess Rongcheng.

He put away the domineering flames just now, and stared at Su Yuanyuan unabashedly.

Qing Yi, who was at the side, noticed Ye Zhiren when he entered the door. They mainly focus on treating women, and everyone in Fushan City knows it, but this man just walked in, which means they don't know at all.

Now that he looked at Su Yuanyuan like this again, he subconsciously thought that he was here to seek trouble.

So he walked over and sat next to Su Yuanyuan.

"This son, you..."

Su Yuanyuan saw that his neck was tilted all the time, his eyes were dark, as if he had a stiff neck.

Ye Zhiren's tone slowed down quite a bit, and he pointed at his neck, "I've got a stiff neck, show me."

He brought his crooked neck closer to Su Yuanyuan, but when he pulled his neck lightly, he felt severe pain. Even the major general who never blinked when he went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, he grinned his teeth in pain at this moment.

Seeing his appearance, Su Yuanyuan also grinned, and pressed his cold fingertips lightly on his neck, feeling the bones above.

It should just be an improper sleeping position, or a problem with the bed and pillows.

"Let's go to the side hall first."

Stiff neck can be big or small. In the words of modern medicine, it is acute cervical periarthritis, or neck and shoulder muscle fasciitis, which is caused by long-term muscle tension.

For treatment, hot compress, acupuncture and massage can be used.

Dong Yuan fetched a basin of hot water from the backyard. Su Yuanyuan carefully scooped up the towel in the hot water with her fingertips. Seeing that it was almost soaked, she took out the towel and wrung it dry and put it on Ye Zhiren's neck.

The towel was still steaming, and Ye Zhiren let the towel cover it without moving.

Su Yuanyuan was preparing silver needles for acupuncture. She wiped them with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, while Ye Zhiren, who was sitting beside her, just looked at her quietly.

The woman was only 20 years old, with a slender figure, nodding her head and lowering her eyebrows to wipe the silver needle seriously. Her long eyelashes left a small shadow on her face, and her clear pupils were hidden under this shadow.

He thought secretly in his heart, and doubts gradually emerged, the climate in this mountain city is harsh, and most of the people here are dark, how could such a beautiful person like her be born?
This person doesn't look like he's from Abushan City, but from the capital.

"Your hometown is in the capital?"

Ye Zhiren tilted his neck and looked at Su Yuanyuan. I don't know what kind of spices are burning in this side hall, but I feel calm when I smell it.

"No."

Su Yuanyuan didn't understand why Ye Zhiren asked such a question, but looked at him curiously.

After the heat from the towel dissipated, Su Yuanyuan took off the towel and submerged it in the water again, repeating this back and forth three times before finishing.

The pain on Ye Zhiren's neck has been relieved a lot, and at this time Su Yuanyuan wiped the skin on his neck with a sterile cotton ball, pinching the silver needle with his right thumb and index finger, Ye Zhiren glanced curiously, and saw The tail of the silver needle was trembling slightly, but Su Yuanyuan's eyes were firm, and she plunged into the acupuncture point quickly and accurately.

Before he could react, Su Yuanyuan inserted the silver needle.

Time passed bit by bit, Su Yuanyuan sat at the small desk and read a book quietly, without talking to Ye Zhiren, Ye Zhiren tilted his neck and watched his back quietly.

It stands to reason that the ages are about the same, but she said that her hometown is not from the capital. Could it be that he really admitted his mistake?
They have been looking for Yaoyao for more than ten years, and they have never met a girl who looks so similar to his mother.

Ye Zhiren looked at Su Yuanyuan's back, and his heart became more and more determined, no, he would rather make a big oolong than miss it.

Since that palace change, Yaoyao has been missing for 15 years, his mother has been in deep self-blame, shed tears all day long, even her body is not as good as before.

If she knows that Yaoyao has been found, she will definitely be happy, maybe this happiness will heal her illness after so many years.

Qing Yi, who was sitting in the main hall, kept looking into the side hall. Isn't this person the same person who was on the horse yesterday?

Still staring at Sister Yuanyuan's back, the hala is about to flow out, it's not a good thing at first glance!

Ye Zhiren didn't know what was going on, there was a cold wind on his back, and when he raised his eyes, he met Qingyi's eyes that didn't have any kindness.

He blinked and looked at Su Yuanyuan. The man had been staring at him since he entered the door. Could it be this girl's little man?
"This is your man?"

He asked Su Yuanyuan without hesitation.

Su Yuanyuan was taken aback by his question, followed his gaze to look at Qing Yi who was sitting in the main hall staring at Ye Zhiren, and couldn't help laughing.

Her eyebrows are curved, and there is a small dimple on one side, "You are mistaken, he is a younger brother I adopted."

She kept saying to the outside world that Qingyi and Dongyuan were her adopted siblings, which saved a lot of trouble.

Ye Zhiren nodded, so he just said, this young man is only seventeen or eighty-nine, how could he be her husband?

Moreover, although that person is handsome, he can be regarded as outstanding among the crowd, but he is not considered handsome, and it is almost meaningless to match the girl in front of him.

The time was almost up, Su Yuanyuan came over and took off the silver needle on his neck, poured a little safflower oil into the palm of his hand, and rubbed it away quickly.

"It might hurt a little."

Her voice is cold and indifferent, but not alienated, giving people a kind of firmness when working hard.