"Hundred days of injury, the pain is a bit painful, but I have rough skin and thick flesh, so I should get better faster than the eldest lady. I can get out of bed in a few days, and I will serve the eldest lady again... .”

With an itchy throat, Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't help coughing in a low voice.

The nurse came back to her senses, exchanged a glance with Yu Sui, and hurried out, only to see that Zhuang Xiaoyu who was supposed to be asleep had not only woken up, but also stood there for an unknown how long.

"Miss, why did you get up, watch your feet carefully."

"Come here and see how the broken jade is."

The nurse supported Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Yu Sui is fine, there is no need for Miss to worry too much."

Yu Sui also wanted to sit up: "I'm so good... Ouch."

The nurse hurried over to hold her down: "I said, little ancestor, what are you doing? Not only is your leg broken, but your chest is also injured. You should lie down quickly."

Zhuang Xiaoyu sat on the side of the bed and untied Yusui's clothes: "Let me see."

Yu Sui had no choice but to comfort Zhuang Xiaoyu when she saw Zhuang Xiaoyu's appearance, "It's just a piece of bruise, it's okay, Miss, it's fine."

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the large bruise on Yu Sui's chest and ribs, and felt more and more guilty: "It's all my fault."

"What does it have to do with you?" Yu Sui reassured: "Miss, don't be like this, life is still going on, back then, people in our village were poorer than each other, and the children who were born couldn't support them, so they had to live starving......

Being able to live means that God has the virtue of good life. You will get better soon, and it is good to accompany the high priest. If you are also depressed, who will go to the young master, who will sincerely take care of the high priest? "

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded: "I know."

Yu Sui changed the subject: "Miss, don't be angry with my uncle all the time, my uncle still cares about you, otherwise I wouldn't have executed Ling Chi, the lowly maid who seduced him, as a warning to others."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

Qin Wuyan didn't find Zhuang Xiaoyu in the bedroom, and heard a voice in the side hall, striding over, happened to hear these words Yu Sui said, he paused, and opened the curtain, "The injury on the ankle is still there. No good, why did you come here?"

Yu Sui and the wet nurse hurriedly saluted: "My lord."

Qin Wuyan walked to Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, "Go back to the room, I have something to ask you."

Although the man expressed concern in his words, his complexion was not good. Before Zhuang Xiaoyu could answer, he leaned over and hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu horizontally.

The nurse looked frightened: "Master, your arm..."

Qin Wuyan looked at the wet nurse, and the wet nurse quickly shut up.

Qin Wuyan just carried Zhuang Xiaoyu back to the bedroom. He strode to the side of the bed, placed her on the bed, supported her calf with his palm, and carefully checked her ankle, and saw that the wound was still well bandaged. Yes, and then put her legs back into the quilt: "Before the ankle bones grow well, don't run around in the future. Wherever you want to go, you can sit in a wheelchair and my husband will push you."

Zhuang Xiaoyu grabbed the quilt, "What do you want to tell me?"

Qin Wuyan was about to speak when Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled his sleeve up: "Show me the wound on your wrist."

A dazzling bright red was imprinted on the white bandage, and the wound burst open due to the force of holding her just now.

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know what it was like, she withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and felt a powerless sense of frustration all over her body.

It seems that everyone is right and everyone is wrong, she doesn't know what to do...