As the only boy in the Min family's generation, Min Rui is also extremely intelligent. Min Zhihang has placed high hopes on him since he was a child, and Min Zhihang naturally pays more attention to him.

The more a person pays for someone, the more he cares about that person.

Sometimes, maybe you don't just care about that person, but feel sorry for your own sunk cost. In any case, Min Zhihang treats Min Rui with the mentality of wishing to suffer the pain for him. Life is given to Min Rui in exchange for Min Rui's longevity and well-being.

At this moment, when he suddenly heard such bad news, his psychological defense completely collapsed.

Min Zhixing raised his hand to cover his face, sobbing: "Zhuang Xiaoyu, I must kill you to avenge my son, bitch, all of you dealers will have a terrible death."

The meeting hall of Nuoda reverberated with the ups and downs of Minzhihang's cries and bursts of mourning...

Not long after Zhuang Xiaoyu returned to the Priest's Mansion, he received the chess records and chessboard sent by Min Rui, all of which are extremely precious collection books.

Zhuang Xiaoyu thanked him, and then asked the boy who brought the things over, "How is Mr. Min?"

"When the little one came out, the son's body was the same as yesterday, it's okay."

"That's good." Zhuang Xiaoyu asked the nanny to go to the storeroom to get several precious medicinal materials and supplements, and asked the servant to take them back: "These things are still precious, take them to your son to nourish his body, I hope he will be able to do so in the next year." Go to Qingyu Temple to fulfill your wish."

The boy took the things Zhuang Xiaoyu gave him and went back to the Min Mansion.

Zhuang Xiaoyu put away the dustpan and bamboo basket on the table, put away the cut clothes, shoes and socks inside, put the chessboard on the table, opened the chess record, and dropped the black and white pieces on the chessboard bit by bit... ..

When the nurse came in, she saw Zhuang Xiaoyu holding these chess records, flipping through the pages with a serious expression.

The wet nurse was beating her heart: "Miss, you have accepted Mr. Min's things. What should I do if my uncle finds out that he is not happy?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her eyes and looked at the nurse: "I used to believe him all the time, if he also believed in the innocence of Mr. Min and me, he would naturally believe it.

If he has doubts and refuses to believe it, I can't help it.

I can't do everything according to his mind and be myself. "

What's more, Qin Wuyan didn't seem to have confessed anything to her at all.

The nurse didn't know how to persuade her, so she just sighed heavily.

Zhuang Xiaoyu asked: "Is there any news from Dr. Zhong?"

The nurse shook her head: "Not yet."

Zhuang Xiaoyu lowered his head again and continued flipping through the chess record in his hand.

The nurse hesitated for a moment, looked at the dustpan and bamboo basket that were put aside, and could only tidy up the scissors and the tangled silk threads inside...

Qin Wuyan came back very early for an unprecedented time. The man was exhausted and dusty, and his clothes were still stained with splashed mud.

Although the sky was not completely dark yet, it was still a little dark due to the drizzle. Zhuang Xiaoyu's bedroom was lit early with a candle.

When Qin Wuyan opened the door and came in, he saw Zhuang Xiaoyu playing chess with him.

Qin Wuyan glanced over the chessboard and chess records on the table, thinking that when she was carefree in the past, the master taught piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she was either sleepy or lazy, so she was not very willing to learn.

Now she took the initiative to start studying these.

Qin Wuyan walked over and sat down opposite her: "Why is Madam in such a good mood today?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked up at him: "Is it raining outside?"

Qin Wuyan raised his hand to wipe his head, his hair was really wet by the light rain, he nodded: "A little light rain, it's okay, I'll play a game of chess with Madam."