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Fortunately, Song Xiyue didn't have the guts to throw the roulette wheel and obediently sent her things to Qingshuang Courtyard to put them away.

The little maid Lian Xin ran over and asked with a smile: "Chang'an, can you shake it again tomorrow for us to see?"

She and her sisters in the yard also saw the moving paintings several times, and they were immediately fascinated and wanted to see them eight times a day.

Changan nodded.

Sister Lianxin and several young ladies from our hospital took good care of her. They took the initiative to help carry water and food. They also taught her how to play shuttlecock and braided her beautiful braids. These small requests were still enough to satisfy them.

"That's great. Several sisters want to come." Lian Xin was very happy and asked, "Can we see her at night?"

They have to work during the day, and only in the evening do they have time to sit down and read paintings.

Chang'an thought for a while and said, "I should be able to see it." At worst, he would just light two more lamps.

Lian Xin became even happier and quietly said to Chang An: "Then I will talk to them later and ask them to come over tomorrow night."

"Okay." He and his mother-in-law live in the house, and they always have to deal with the maids and women. It will be a lot easier for him to make friends with them.

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and soon it was the end of November, and the water outside was almost freezing.

The Marquis, who had been bedridden, suddenly took a turn for the worse. Even the imperial doctor shook his head and refused to prescribe any more medicine.

The house suddenly burst into tears, and the old lady even fainted from crying.

The eldest son, Zhang Sheng, did not go on duty anymore and stayed in his parents' house without taking off his clothes to wait for his illness.

Zhang Yao came to Qingshuang Courtyard, wiped away his tears and told Chang An that his grandfather was about to die, and asked Chang An to show him the roulette painting again.

Chang'an was also speechless and tried to persuade him: "Now that the whole house is like this, where can I show you a painting?"

Zhang Yao pursed his lips and shed more tears.

He shook the bead string on his wrist and choked: "If I give this amulet to my grandfather, will he not die?"

Chang'an was startled, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then turned around and took out a string of sandalwood strings from the cage: "Why don't you give this to your grandfather to try."

Here are four pearl leaves, which were saved recently.

She lived in the Hou Mansion for a month or two and felt that they were very kind. Even the old lady often gave her delicious snacks.

So she wanted to help the Marquis who was seriously ill. If she could make him get better, it would be repayment for the prince's kindness in sending her letters.

The reason why she didn't send it before was that she really couldn't find a suitable reason. She couldn't absurdly say that she could cure Mr. Hou.

Zhang Yao sobbed and nodded.

He didn't want his grandfather to die, because after his grandfather passed away, he wouldn't be able to see the roulette paintings in Chang'an, nor would he be able to go out with his father to watch sumo wrestling and Cuju.

Chang'an didn't know what Zhang Yao was thinking, so seeing him crying so sadly made him feel uncomfortable.

She patted Zhang Yao and warned: "Go quickly, be sure to put it on your grandfather's wrist, and don't be seen by others."

Zhang Yao agreed, grabbed the sandalwood string given by Chang'an in his hand, and quickly ran to the main hall of the outer courtyard, where the old Marquis was parked.

Although he did not die, the custom was that he had to be removed from the old lady's courtyard and placed in the main hall, where his descendants would guard him until he died.

Incense was burning in the main hall, and the old Marquis lay straight on a bed covered with brocade, covered with a brocade quilt.

Zhang Yao walked away from the people kneeling on the ground and ran to his grandfather's bed.

"Grandpa, please don't die, wuwuwuwu." Zhang Yao cried as he put the beads on his grandfather's wrist and muttered: "This is the amulet given to you by Chang'an, saying it can help you get better." , Grandpa, you must get better."

He cried so sadly that the prince and his two younger brothers covered their faces and cried bitterly.

The old Marquis was in a daze, but his thinking was very clear at this moment.

He could clearly hear someone speaking in his ear, telling him not to die, and couldn't help but shed old muddy tears.

But he was too weak, too weak to speak or move. His whole body was extremely heavy, and he felt very tired even when he was lying there.

Suddenly, a warm current flowed down his wrist and throughout his body, as if a heavy boulder was suddenly pushed away.

The old Marquis slowly opened his eyes and saw his little grandson standing in front of him wiping tears.

"Grandpa, don't die, wuwuwuwu." Zhang Yao cried sadly, and was shocked when he suddenly saw his grandfather open his eyes.

Then he became happy again: "Grandpa, are you feeling better?"

The old Marquis nodded.

The prince, who was kneeling on the mat, was also surprised. He quickly stood up and came over, trying to pull his son away.

Zhang Yao refused to leave, holding his grandfather's hand and saying, "Grandpa, are you hungry? I'll ask someone to bring you porridge."

Grandpa has been lying here for almost a whole day. He hasn't had any water, so he must be hungry.

The old Marquis nodded again.

Seeing this, the prince did not dare to hesitate and immediately asked someone to bring porridge.

Then he asked someone to invite the old lady and his wife to come and see the Marquis for the last time.

Not long after, the old lady was helped in by two or three maids. She sat beside the Marquis' bed and started crying: "Master Marquis, if you have anything else to explain, please tell me all together."

The Marquis took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to go to the toilet."

The old lady froze for a moment and immediately ordered the servant to come over and help the Marquis go to the toilet.

The servants hurriedly brought up a screen and placed it in front of the bed, and then brought a toilet and placed it behind the screen.

The two boys half hugged and half supported Mr. Hou, and helped him sit on the toilet.

After he finished using the toilet and washed himself again, Mr. Hou lay back on the bed.

At this time, the bird's nest in the kitchen was also stewed. The old lady personally fed the Marquis a cup and then waited quietly for him to die.

As a result, the Marquis didn't even take his last breath while waiting, but his face gradually turned from yellow to blood.

The old lady couldn't hold it any longer, so she went back to her yard to rest for the night. The first thing she asked her maid when she got up in the morning was: "Master Marquis, is he okay?"

The maid smiled and said: "The old lady is very happy. The Marquis is much better. He got up and walked around the house in the morning. The prince is very happy. He wanted to take the post to invite the imperial doctor to come into the house and have a look, but the old Marquis refused to let him."

"Really?" The old lady was confused.

After washing up under the service of the maid and eating half a bowl of porridge, the old lady decided to go to the front yard to have a look.

When I came to the front hall, I saw Mr. Hou standing at the window with a cane, looking out through the glass window.

"Master Marquis?" The old lady walked over and asked, "Where are Sheng'er and the others?" There were only two boys left in the room, and none of the children and grandchildren were there.

The Marquis glanced at his old wife and said, "I asked them to go back and rest."

The children and grandchildren stayed here for two nights and one day. When they were really tired, he asked them all to go back.

"How do you feel?" The old lady looked at her husband quietly.

Mr. Hou walked to the bed on crutches, not wanting anyone to support him, and said, "It's fine."

Seeing that his old wife was still puzzled, he said nothing and just lay down on the bed.

The boy hurriedly covered him with a quilt and placed Yu Pozi filled with hot water at his feet.

The Marquis rubbed the sandalwood beads on his wrist and asked his old wife: "Who is Chang'an?" (End of Chapter)