On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yan Ruyu's expression softened, and her heart ached again when she heard the old lady's words.

"Who is it?"

"Two years ago, the gardener who lived there accidentally drank too much. He fell asleep and knocked over a candlestick, causing a fire. Although the gardener survived, his face was disfigured and he could no longer speak. He was also very normal at ordinary times. Don’t show up in front of others anymore.”

Yan Ruyu remembered that when she came here with the abbot last time, she met an unrecognizable person, which shocked them.

Could it be that he is the gardener?

"Then he is usually in charge of the garden medicine field?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"Exactly," the old lady replied, "Although his face is ruined and his voice is ruined, he is really good at planting flowers and medicines, but his face is too scary, and few people usually go there."

The old lady paused and asked again: "But is there anything wrong?"

Yan Ruyu glanced at Huo Changhe, and the old lady remembered that Huo Changhe had spoken just now, and intuitively felt that it must be a big deal.

"Immortal, if there is anything wrong, you might as well say it directly and ask for instructions."

Huo Changhe stopped talking again.

Yan Ruyu looked serious: "Old madam, don't worry, no matter what happens, my master will have a way to resolve it."

"I wonder if you can take us there to have a look?"

Although the old lady was anxious, she heard that there was a problem here and she could not afford to be careless, so she quickly led the way.

When she was approaching the Moon Gate, Yan Ruyu remembered that this was the right place. It was at this gate that she met the gardener last time.

This time, the old lady led the way. After walking a few steps inside, I saw the man clearing the snow.

He was hunched over, his clothes were shabby, and his hair was disheveled. He turned around when he heard the movement. Although the distance was a bit far away, Yan Ruyu could also feel the alertness in his eyes.

Seeing the old lady, he hesitated for a while, then bent over and shuffled over.

The footsteps fell on the snow, one deep and one shallow.

It seemed that not only his appearance and voice were ruined, but his legs and feet were also disabled.

It can be seen that the fire was not small at that time, and this person's survival was entirely due to luck.

He stopped a few meters away and bowed with his hands raised without moving any further.

"It's none of your business, just keep busy. The old lady is just passing by," the old lady said calmly.

The gardener nodded, glanced at Huo Changhe and Yan Ruyu from the corner of his eye, then turned around and walked away slowly.

Having just seen him and having close contact with him, Yan Ruyu was prepared to be shocked.

If it were him, there should be another warning if there was a situation.

But, no.

Yan Ruyu was confused. Regardless of whether it was there or not, she felt that there must be something hidden in this place.

When he was in Lincheng, the Lord of Yongchang County planted that harmful medicine on Zhuangzi outside the city.

However, there is no shed here, everything is buried in the snow, and you can’t see what was originally planted.

Yan Ruyu walked around the garden, and that feeling didn't appear again.

She could feel that the gardener's eyes fell on her from time to time, full of vigilance.

Since it is not the case, it is not advisable to stay for a long time to avoid arousing suspicion.

"The feng shui here is not very good," Yan Ruyu said seriously as she approached the old lady, "There are some problems with the layout. Let's first satisfy the old lady's wishes, and then..."

She looked at Huo Changhe: "Master, save people until the end. Then show the old lady this place and rearrange the layout."

Huo Changhe nodded slowly, and the old lady was overjoyed: "Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Fairy Boy!"

Exit the garden and continue to the courtyard where the second master lived before his death.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, the old lady's expression became sad, her eyes were red, and she could tell that she was really sad.

The courtyard door was locked. The mother-in-law unlocked it and opened the door.

The snow in the yard was not swept away, it was everywhere, and a special chill came over me.

There was a cold feeling that Yan Ruyu couldn't describe, which seemed to be flowing in the air.

The old lady had already shed tears, and the mother-in-law supported her and walked forward in the snow.

This courtyard is not big, with three east and west wing rooms and three north rooms. We have seen many courtyards along the way, but this courtyard is not really conspicuous among them.

Yan Ruyu wondered, seeing as the old lady was acting like this, she was really affectionate towards her dead second son, and she must have been very favored when she was still alive, so how could she live here?

The old lady sobbed: "The Immortal is a little unaware. My son has moved here since he fell ill. His wife is unkind and quarrels with him endlessly when he is ill. The illness always recurs. So, for the sake of purity, he brought his wife with her." The young man has moved here so that he can recuperate easily."

It turned out to be the case.

Yan Ruyu nodded. Everywhere he looked when he entered the room, the room should still have the original furnishings.

It's quite exquisite, with lots of calligraphy, calligraphy, paintings, cultural relics and ornaments.

The bedding on the bed was still there, and the bed curtains were half up and half up. When the door was suddenly opened, the wind came in and swayed slightly.

Yan Ruyu frowned slightly, and the cold feeling lingered again.

In a trance, I can still see the man with weak breath lingering on the bed for a long time, with the expectation of life, but he can only wait for death little by little.

Yan Ruyu asked: "What disease does he have?"

Even if the Qi family doesn't have any medicinal materials, they can still hire famous doctors. If the Qi family can't cure it, it's definitely not a minor illness.

The old lady's face turned pale, her lips tightened, as if she was holding in her breath, and tears welled up in her scarlet eyes.

After being depressed for a long time, he whispered: "I don't know what the disease is. Many people have seen it and taken countless medicines, but it just doesn't feel better."

"My son really suffered a lot before he left."

She turned away, tears hitting the floor tiles.

The mother-in-law supported her, wiped the tables and chairs with a handkerchief, and asked her to sit down.

The old lady was shaking slightly and felt a little exhausted.

Yan Ruyu said: "Are everything ready? Then let someone bring it in and put it in the outer room."

When they came over, several little maids followed at a distance carrying bamboo baskets.

The mother-in-law hurriedly went out and called, and the maids came in and put the table and everything as ordered.

Huo Changhe stood aside, his eyes slightly lowered. Viewed from the side, his face was cold and serious, making people involuntarily trust him.

The old lady held back her tears and suppressed her excitement. This time, she might actually be able to see her son.

The old lady observed Huo Changhe, and Yan Ruyu observed the environment and the old lady.

The old lady's affection is true, but she always feels that there is something hidden under this sadness.

Her son may not have died of a serious illness.

But what is the reason that makes her, who truly loves her son, hold back?

Strange and contradictory.

Things were quickly arranged, which were nothing more than some incense and candle offerings, but what Yan Ruyu wanted was a bit special and looked a little different.

In fact, the most important thing is not these offerings, but the powder sprinkled when lighting incense later.

Huo Changhe walked to the table, and Yan Ruyu lit the incense and handed it to him.

He held it for a while, passed it over, and then Yan Ruyu inserted it into the incense burner.

At this moment, Yan Ruyu flicked her fingers.

The fragrance filled the air and the mist curled up. Everyone else retreated to the courtyard, leaving only the old lady in the house.