The desktop is messy, with embroidery sheds scattered around, silk threads of various colors, shredded fabrics and corners.
Chu Yunyao held the purse that had barely been embroidered in her hand.
The embroiderer is average, and the stitches are dense and neat. Compared with the professional embroiderer, although it is more than a star and a half behind, compared to the purse she gave him last time, this purse for mandarin ducks can be regarded as exquisite.
Mo Lingyuan opened her fingers, took out the purse, and put it next to her body.
He carried her to the bed and lay down, tucked in the quilt, put on his clothes and went to the study.
As soon as he left, Chu Yunyao, who had been sleeping, opened her eyes.
In fact, she had been awake since he broke her finger, but she just didn't want to open her eyes.
…
Mo Lingyuan stayed in the mansion to accompany Chu Yunyao to have breakfast: "Wait for me at home, and personally take you to Tian'en Temple when I come back at night."
Chu Yunyao stood in front of him, touched the wound on his chest, and straightened his clothes: "If you really can't get away, you can ask Mr. Duan to send me up."
"I'm worried." Mo Lingyuan emphasized: "I'm not worried about anyone sending you off."
Chu Yunyao: "..."
His back quickly disappeared at the door, Bao'er hugged Siyu, and asked expectantly: "Miss, it's too late to change your mind, do you have to go?
If Grandpa knows that you are..., Grandpa will collapse! "
Chu Yunyao pinched her palms with her fingernails, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "If I was still a little bit shaken before, but when I saw those wounded who were blown up by gunpowder with missing arms and legs, I never wavered again.
Those people injured Ling Yuan's chest this time, and next time, they might wound Ling Yuan's head and heart. "
Chu Yunyao turned around and walked towards the study room: "This gunpowder was imported from the West. Westerners refused to sell it to us, so we produced it ourselves."
Bao'er's eyes brightened: "Miss is going to give birth by herself?"
"Well, we can produce western medicine, and of course we can also produce western gunpowder." Chu Yunyao took out a pen and paper, "I only bring three people into the Feng family's territory this time, and I always bring some life-saving things with me." .
It depends on when our factory is successfully produced. "
…
In the evening, Mo Lingyuan really kept his promise, hurried back, dragged exhausted, and sent Chu Yunyao to Tian'en Temple.
Holding Siyu in her arms, Bao'er watched Yun San Yun Si and Yun Wu move the packed things to the carriage, then turned around and secretly wiped away tears.
From now on, in everyone's eyes, Chu Yunyao just went to Tian'en Temple to pray for the common people, but only Bao'er knew what her young lady was going to do.
Mo Lingyuan supported Chu Yunyao and was about to get into the carriage when Bao'er rushed over holding Siyu, looked at Chu Yunyao with teary eyes, and handed Siyu to her: "Miss, you can hug the little miss again.
The little lady is getting better and better, she will miss you every day. "
Chu Yunyao moved her lips, took Siyu, hugged her in her arms, watched her daughter babbling, gnawing her small fists and smiling at herself, her heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and the feeling was inexplicable.
Looking at this scene, Bao'er's eyes were red.
She slept for three years before waking up for a few months, and was once again facing separation from the lady.
This time, I don't know whether it is safe, whether it is smooth, whether my life is safe or not?
Bao'er didn't dare to continue thinking.
After hugging her for a while, Chu Yunyao reluctantly handed the child back to Bao'er: "You take good care of her for me, I feel relieved to have you by her side."
Boa: "..."
Bao'er seemed to have a thousand words to say, but looking at Mo Lingyuan standing behind Chu Yunyao, she seemed to be silenced, unable to utter a single word, she just lowered her eyes and nodded desperately... ...