Chapter 2922

What's more, Mo Siyu turned to look at Mrs. Chu who jumped off the horse neatly, twisted her skirt and hurriedly walked up the steps to the mansion, which once again refreshed her understanding of Mrs. Chu.

This Mrs. Chu is just like her aunt, who looks soft and weak on weekdays, as gentle as water and indifferent to the world.

At the critical moment, he was so powerful.

Even if you know how to ride a horse, after a day and a night of bumping on the horseback, you don't feel tired at all. When you walk, you can walk like the wind. How can you look weak?

From this point of view, she is the most useless.

Wen Jian twisted the medical bag and helped Uncle Sun go forward.

Siyu couldn't move anymore, and grabbed Chu Chuyan's hand: "I can't climb the steps, my thighs are about to be worn out on the horse's back, you can carry me."

Chu Chuyan squatted down, carried Siyu on his back, helped her unscrew the medical bag by the way, and led her up the steps steadily.

"Do you usually ride horses when you travel here?" Siyu couldn't help asking.

"Well." Chu Chuyan walked quickly, "Many places here are rugged mountain roads, and there are few carriages, and people usually travel by foot and horse.

Our family started with bodyguards. Usually, when we were escorting the government, we basically relied on horses for land transportation and boats for water transportation.

The people here grew up on horseback and in the river...

In our place, horseback riding and swimming are as common as eating on weekdays, and it’s normal for you to get used to it for a while, and being able to bump around for so long and still have a clear mind is considered to be good physical fitness, Brother Yu..."

No wonder!

Without any solid skills, it's really not easy to walk the rivers and lakes casually.

Although she also loves horseback riding, it's just a hobby. She can ride for half a day at most. How can she compare with these people who grew up on horseback?

The Chu Mansion is very large, the hall of the main building is very solemn and solemn, and the furnishings in the house are solemn and simple, giving people a very stable feeling.

Mrs. Chu had already been welcomed into the bedroom by the young master of the Chu family, and Wen Jian followed Uncle Sun with her support.

Chu Chuyan carried Siyu on his back, and stepped into the spacious bedroom not to be outdone.

When Mrs. Chu arrived at Patriarch Chu's side, she saw that Patriarch Chu's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were darkened, and he was breathing in but not out.

Mrs. Chu held Patriarch Chu's hand tremblingly, with tears in her eyes: "Master, Master, open your eyes and look at me, I'm back..."

As he said that, he took out the Ping An Fu he had begged for from his arms, and put it into Patriarch Chu's palm.

Wen Jian screwed Uncle Sun to the hospital bed: "Uncle Sun, take a quick look, is the Patriarch still alive?"

Old Uncle Sun stretched out his hand to check Patriarch Chu's breath, and then felt Patriarch Chu's pulse. He knelt on the ground with a "plop", and cried, "Let's prepare for the funeral. Before I leave, Patriarch's body won't work anymore. I have been holding on, and now I have reached the end of the road, and I can't go on."

As soon as the words fell, the people guarding the bed were all mournful and crying even more.

Siyu lay on Chu Chuyan's back, stared at the person lying on the bed for a moment, and said, "Aren't you still angry? Why do you have to prepare for the funeral?"

The people guarding in the bedroom turned their heads, only to find that there was a Central Plains man with an unfamiliar face in the room.

Because of Mo Siyu's words, Mrs. Chu's dead face showed a wave of hope again, and she raised her eyes to look at Siyu: "Young master Yu, can you make the master wake up?"