The Strongest Young Grandmother

The two sisters talked like this, and there seemed to be a little more popularity in the house.

Also a little lively.

Hua Qiaorou did not leave until very late.

Hua Ning'er was sitting in the room and looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she would remember the days when her mother accompanied her when she was a child.

The mother is the real handyman.

Mother knows a lot of things.

At that time, my mother would cook all kinds of delicious food for her every day.

Now, when she thinks of her mother, she also learns to do these things.

But I always feel that it is not as delicious as what my mother made.

...

Hua Ning'er looked at these and recalled her past memories.

She thought of the women in red and white on the altar, and the siege of so many people.

Those two are sisters and sisters.

Of course, Hua Ning'er now understands that the woman in red is her.

As for the woman in white, this flower is now soft.

Even at that time, the woman in red couldn't believe that it was this younger sister who betrayed her and wanted to put her to death.

Even Hua Ning'er felt sad when she thought of this.

At this time, in her opinion, this Hua Qiaorou doesn't seem to have any harm at all.

She looked so normal and her eyes were normal.

If Hua Qiaorou had a problem, she could see it even if she was a young girl.

It can only be said that something may have happened later, which made the flower become soft.

...

After a period of time, the girl Hua Ning'er quietly entered the secret room and saw her mother.

Every time she saw the white hair on her mother's head, it hurt her eyes.

Her eyes were sore, but in order not to worry her mother, she held back from crying.

"Ning'er, if you have nothing to do, try not to come. Once you are discovered, you will be in danger."

Everything the white-haired woman did was to protect her daughter.

"But I miss my mother."

Those words made the white-haired woman's eyes turn red.

She looked at her daughter with guilt and distress.

"Ning'er, it's your mother who can't help you."

The white-haired woman touched the hair of the girl Hua Ning'er with trembling hands.

"Mother, don't say that, it's not your fault, it's the people of the Hua family who are hateful, they treat you like that!"

When she said this, the girl Hua Ning'er's eyes were filled with icy light and hatred.

Looking at Hua Ning'er like this, the white-haired woman was also worried.

She held Hua Ning'er's hand and said, "Ning'er don't hate, don't think about it, mother just wants you to be happy."

"But I also want my mother to be happy."

Saying that, the girl Hua Ning'er lowered her head in a low voice.

She felt she was still too weak.

She has practiced hard, but she is still unable to save her mother.

This feeling of powerlessness made the girl Hua Ning'er very uncomfortable.

"Good boy, you have done a lot. Seeing you doing well will make your mother happy."

The mother and daughter talked, and the girl Hua Ning’er gave the medicine she prepared to her mother, “This is the latest medicine I made, and the effect is much better than the last time. Mother will feel much better after taking it.”

"it is good."

"By the way, mother, you said that your apprentice is Duanmu Chi. I thought, or contact him, the people of the Duanmu family should be able to save my mother!"

The white-haired woman's face changed, "Ning'er, you can't contact the Duanmu family."

"why?"

The white-haired woman sighed and said, "Although Duanmuchi is His Royal Highness, the power within the royal family is also intricate."