You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 388
Ever since the old lady was ill by Aunt Mei, she has been lingering on the sick bed.

Now that she was a little better, the old lady hastily resumed the rules of asking for peace, and sat firmly on the main seat with her frail body supported.

Three charcoal basins were lit in the room. Not long after she sat down, Wen Qing'er felt waves of heat coming. Looking at her elder brother beside her, there were beads of sweat on her forehead and neck.

Even so, the old lady still had a pale complexion, not to mention a cloak wrapped around her shoulders, and a thick blanket on her legs.

Wen Qing'er raised her head and glanced at the old lady who was pulling Wen Yizhen to ask for warmth. She only felt that she hadn't seen her for half a month, and that the old lady was ten years older in life, and she was weak when she spoke.

Wen Qing'er sighed softly, the old lady is really very sick this time, why not take a good rest, let alone cause trouble for others, such a strong support, not only hurt her own body.

Just as she was sighing in her heart, she saw Wen Xiner break through the curtain and come in. Before she reached the old lady, she laughed.

"As soon as my brothers come, my grandmother's illness will be mostly cured. If my grandmother uses this bowl of medicine again, she will be able to go out for a walk tomorrow."

The old lady was overjoyed, and let go of Wen Yizhen's hand, and just asked Mother Hu who was beside her to take the medicine bowl from Wen Wen'er's hand, and stretched out her dry hand to pull Wen Xin'er to sit in front of her.

"Don't please these two heartless brats!" The old lady patted Wen Xin'er's hand with a kind smile on her face, not to mention how close she was to Wen Xin'er!
"It's obvious that you, a girl, have been guarding my old body all day long, and you have personally guarded the medicine stove to boil the medicine. It is not at all faked by other people's hands. The old body's recovery from illness is all due to your efforts!"

Wen Xin'er leaned on the old lady's arm, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were full of admiration: "This is what Xin'er should do, as long as it can make grandma healthy, it doesn't matter if Xin'er suffers a little, as long as Xin Bone extraction and bloodletting are also used.”

After hearing Wenxin'er's words, the old lady's face became more and more satisfied, her admiration was beyond words, and she was about to hold Wenxin'er in her palm and pamper her.

The old lady was praising Wen Qing'er full of praise, when she suddenly changed the subject and called Wen Qing'er's name.

"When did Qing'er become so close to the Marquis of Yongwei? Today, the post sent by the Marquis will be given to you by name, and you won't even be allowed to pass it on to someone else. It's a big rule!"

The old lady frowned, and her tone of voice completely lacked the kindness she had towards Wen Xin'er, but there was some sense of reprimand.

"Our mansion has never had anything to do with the military officer, let alone the Yongweihou Mansion, which holds great power. Recently, there has been a lot of turmoil in the court. Your father and his colleagues dare not go to the mansion, for fear of getting involved with the words of forming a party for personal gain. relationship."

"It's good for you! It's not filial to drag your father's legs if you can't help your father!"

After the old lady's accusation, for a while, the expressions of all the people present were different, but Wen Qing'er's group was the most calm.

Because of the matter between his sister and the young master, Wen Yizhen was particularly concerned about the words Yongwei Hou Fu.

But after listening to it, it was just because of a post, I just felt that grandma inevitably made some excuses and made a big fuss.

Just as she was about to defend her sister, Wen Qing'er tugged on his sleeve and shook her head quietly at him.

The old lady glanced at Wen Qing'er, and saw Wen Qing'er sitting upright on the embroidered pier, with no trace of remorse or guilt on her face, and a faint smile was still on the corner of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)