Wen Tingyun shook his head: "I don't know, my sister is more than ten years older than me. I was young at the time, and I was busy studying with my grandfather since I was a child. I learned to do business by ear, and I didn't know much about what happened more than ten years ago.

What's more, when I was underage, the Wen family suddenly fell into ruin, and I had an accident in another place. Although I have been investigating the events of the year, there has been no progress. "

Chu Yunyao was a little disappointed, even Wen Tingyun didn't know anything about it, and she was even more helpless.

Chu Qingze said that his mother's death had nothing to do with him. Anyway, she absolutely didn't believe it. Even if it had no direct relationship with him, there would be an indirect relationship.

When sending her out of the door, Wen Tingyun said again: "Your mother was studying at the National Academy. Although she was cheerful and generous, she later met the warlord through the former warlord's wife.

After marrying Chu Qingze, she has lived in seclusion. If my guess is correct, she does not have a deep friendship with the warlord. "



After returning home, Chu Yunyao had been counting medicinal materials in the warehouse until late at night, and was about to rest when Lanlou's servant hurried over: "Young Madam, when Miss Cheng was soaking her feet with the boiled medicine today, she kept crying for pain. , and still can't fall asleep at this time..."

Chu Yunyao rubbed her tired brows, "I'll follow you to see her."

Bao'er put a cloak on Chu Yunyao, followed behind Chu Yunyao, walked towards the direction of Lan Lou, and asked the servant: "Is it a foot pain or a leg pain? What is the cause of this symptom?"

The servant replied respectfully: "Only today, it is said that the leg hurts."

Bo'er pouted.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, Cheng Xinqi was lying on the bed with a dazed expression, looking depressed.

Seeing Chu Yunyao approaching, she sat up straight, "Young Madam."

Bao'er dragged a chair over, and Chu Yunyao sat down, and asked, "I heard that your leg hurts so much that you can't sleep, I'll come over and have a look."

She lifted the quilt and squeezed Cheng Xinqi's ankle: "Does it hurt here?"

"En." Cheng Xinqi nodded.

Chu Yunyao squeezed all the way up to the knee joint, every time she asked, Cheng Xinqi would say it hurt.

Chu Yunyao took out the golden needle and looked at Cheng Xinqi: "It hurts a lot, or is it only a little bit painful? The degree of pain in your legs determines where I will apply the needle. You'd better tell me the truth."

Cheng Xinqi blushed slightly, and stammered, "It hurts a lot."

Chu Yunyao sneered: "It hurts? I did use 12 points of strength just now. If your legs really hurt as much as you said, how could you not even respond at all?"

Cheng Xinqi blushed, and argued: "My legs are already disabled, so I don't have much sense..."

Chu Yunyao wished she could throw the gold needle in her hand on her face: "Since you know that your legs won't feel much, why can't you sleep because of the pain? Tell me, I want a servant to come to me. What is it?"

Cheng Xinqi: "..."

The lie was exposed, and the embarrassment on Cheng Xinqi's face was clearly visible, she had no choice but to change her words: "It's just a little hurt. I heard that the Young Madam is leaving Jincheng. I'm afraid my legs won't get better again, and I can't sleep because of worry."

Chu Yunyao's golden needle pierced into the acupuncture point of her calf: "A little pain means that your leg has slowly begun to regain consciousness. I will give you an injection today. Even if I am not in Jincheng, as long as you continue to use it according to my instructions." Soak your feet with medicinal herbs, and in the spring of next year, you will be able to get rid of your wheelchair and walk slowly."

Cheng Xinqi saw that Chu Yunyao really had no intention of taking her away with her, so she couldn't help but pray: "Young Madam, take me with you when you go to the south this time."