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Chang'an immediately saluted him: "Yes, my name is Chang'an." She didn't want to hear a nurse's daughter being called a nurse's daughter that way.

The steward smiled and said, "Are you going to keep the mule cart sent by Zhao Mansion or sell it?"

Changan shook his head: "Don't sell it, I want to keep it for now."

Steward: "You can keep it if you want, but it costs money to feed it every day, and it also needs someone to comb it, drink water, and take care of it. All of this costs money."

"How much will it cost?" Chang'an asked.

The steward touched his chin and said, "One month is better than two months. It's winter, and the mules need to be fed some beans, otherwise they won't be able to bear it."

Changan frowned and hesitated.

Grandma's monthly allowance is only one month. It seems inappropriate for me to spend two months to maintain a mule cart.

She turned to Zhao Yuan: "How about you help me sell the mule cart?"

Zhao Yuan scratched his head.

He doesn’t know where to sell it?

But Chang'an said so, so he had no choice but to agree: "Okay."

After returning from the outer courtyard, a layer of snow fell on Chang An.

As soon as she walked into the house, she saw her little cousin Song Xiyue standing at the door of the room, looking at her sadly.

Chang'an was startled and subconsciously looked at the box in the room.

Fortunately, her box was tied up with a piece of wool and had not been touched.

But grandma is no longer in the house, probably looking after the young master again.

"Chang'an, where were you just now?" Song Xiyue asked with a smile.

Chang'an glanced at her, and his mind was filled with Song Xiyue's thoughts: [Damn Chang'an! Is she here specifically to torture me? Why didn't dad kill her? But you want to kill your grandfather who is about to die of illness? He is really crazy! A worthy death! 】

"It's none of your business?" Chang An couldn't help but cursed, Song Xiyue was really angry.

Song Xiyue was stunned, and then she was about to cry: "Chang'an, I am your cousin after all? How can you insult me ​​like this?"

【You damn girl! Little bitch! How dare you scold me? I will tell the madam about your ugly face when you get back! 】

The corners of Chang'an's mouth twitched, and he wanted to scold him back, but he couldn't.

She couldn't let Song Xiyue know that she could hear her inner thoughts.

But it’s really uncomfortable to hold it in my heart.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration, stepped forward and took Song Xiyue's hand, imitating her gentleness and saying softly: "Sister Xiyue, let me tell you something, I hope you won't be sad. Your grandmother was raped by my grandfather because she didn't follow the rules of women. Divorced her, and later your grandmother sold your mother."

Song Xiyue opened her eyes wide and looked at Chang'an in disbelief: "What? Impossible! My grandfather and my grandmother were deeply in love, how could he divorce her? Moreover, why would my grandmother sell my mother when she is so good?"

She has no feelings for anyone else in the family, but she still has tender feelings for her mother. But why did her grandmother sell her?

Song Xiyue's eyes were red, she threw Chang An away and said loudly: "You lied! Don't try to deceive me with lies?"

Chang'an blinked and said seriously: "I didn't lie to you, or you can find out when you go back to your hometown."

"Don't even think about it!" Song Xiyue felt as if the sky was about to collapse, and said fiercely: "I will never go back! Don't even think about threatening me with this matter!"

Chang'an: "Whatever you want."

Song Xiyue wiped her eyes hard and ran out of the house.

Then bursts of screams came from Chang'an's head: [Ahhhhhh! Why is this happening? Why did they sell my mother? I don’t have a mother anymore. I don’t have a mother anymore. There will never be a mother who loves me anymore in the world.】

Changan wanted to tell Song Xiyue that her mother was just sold, not necessarily dead.

But she couldn't say.

Alas, it’s uncomfortable to hold it in no matter what.

Chang An sat by the window and continued to patch up the scroll, thinking of a hundred ways to manipulate Song Xiyue.

The next day, the scroll was finally repaired, and the bead string carried four leaves.

Chang'an urged Jiang Ruyi again: "Mom, please talk to the Crown Prince's wife again and see if you can send the things to daddy."

She was always panicking, fearing that her father would die in the battle.

Jiang Ruyi touched her daughter's head, "What do you want to send?"

Chang'an showed the bead string on his wrist to his mother: "This is it, it can cure daddy."

Jiang Ruyi sighed: "I've already told Madam once, it's only been two days, how can I urge you?"

In fact, she told the Crown Prince's wife that she wanted to send a letter to her husband, but she didn't mention anything about curing her father. After all, it was ridiculous to say it.

Changan was almost in tears. He struggled for a long time and said, "Auntie, my dreams are all true. Daddy is really injured. I don't want him to die."

Jiang Ruyi was surprised and felt uncomfortable.

Because she heard from the Crown Prince’s wife that the war on the border had been tense recently, and the emperor was furious at the court and reprimanded many ministers.

"How about I mention it to Madam Shizi again." Mrs. Jiang lowered her eyes and glanced at the sandalwood beads on her daughter's wrist.

The last time her husband sent her a letter, the letter vaguely mentioned that he had been saved many times by the things sent by his daughter, and had achieved several military exploits, and then he was promoted to a hundred households.

He also said that if it weren't for his daughter, he would have died several times. How could he become a high-level officer?

At that time, the Crown Prince's wife even laughed when she was reading the letter for her, saying that her husband really loved his daughter.

I also thought that my husband loved the house as much as he loved the bird, and regarded the things given by his daughter as treasures. Now looking at Chang An's serious look, it seems that the husband's words cannot be false.

The next day, Chang'an injected two more leaves into a sandalwood bead on the bead string. Now, there were six leaves in the bead string.

If she didn't inject at most two tablets a day, she actually wanted to inject all the leaves of the little Miao Miao in her palm at once.

After Jiang Ruyi washed up, she hurried to the young master's yard and felt relieved when she saw that he was already alive and kicking.

After waiting for Zhang Yao to eat the morning meal and drink the medicine, Jiang Ruyi walked to the lady's yard next door.

After bowing to the Crown Prince's wife, Jiang Ruyi didn't know how to speak.

It was Mrs. Prince who noticed her uneasiness and asked, "Why are you so panicked?"

Jiang Ruyi told her daughter about her dream that her father was hit by an arrow, and finally said: "Please show mercy, madam, and help me again. Chang'an wants to send an amulet to her father."

The Crown Prince's wife put down the tea bowl and sighed: "Okay, I will talk to the Crown Prince when he goes to court."

Mrs. Jiang immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Madam: "Thank you Madam for your mercy."

Webster smiled and said, "Why don't you ask your daughter to make an amulet for Yao'er? I know that Song Baihu said that the amulet is very effective."

Jiang Ruyi nodded awkwardly, not daring to be modest.

After coming out of Madam's Wutong Courtyard, she quickly returned to Qingshuang Courtyard to tell her daughter the good news.

Chang'an was also very happy and took out another sandalwood bead string from the box.

Taking into account the seven-year-old boy's small wrists, he took apart the beads, strung two of them on a rope made of colored wool, and then tied them into a nice shape.

Jiang Ruyi watched her daughter quickly knotting ropes, like making knots, and asked curiously: "Who did you learn this from?"

Changan didn't even think about it: "Little Yuyu."

Jiang Ruyi laughed, then thought of something, and whispered: "In the future, you must not talk nonsense in front of outsiders. This is the Marquis Mansion. If someone is listening, you don't know how to arrange it." (End of Chapter)