Yang Liusi

"Nieve..." Yang Tonghui staggered so angry that he almost fell to the ground.

"That's enough," Wu Yuan looked at the father and daughter who were making a mess in front of them, one was kneeling straight on the ground and couldn't help her with broken porcelain and medicine stains, the other's face was scorched and wobbly, and he was about to fall to the ground. "Xian'er go back with me, Mr. Yang can rest well."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Wu hurriedly went to tease Yang Xian. Yang Xian hesitated for a moment, then got up along with his aunt's hand. When he was kneeling on the ground, he didn't feel any pain from the wound on his knee. Now, as soon as he made a movement, he realized that those wounds The wound caused by the broken porcelain can actually be painful.

"Ouch, be careful!" Madam Wu saw that Yang Xian obviously softened after getting up, she hastily supported her distressedly, and blamed repeatedly.

A faint smile appeared on Yang Xian's pale face, he just smiled and shook his head at Mrs. Wu, without saying anything.

Turning his gaze to Yang Tonghui again, Yang Xian's mouth opened, but he didn't say anything.She sighed softly. Now that things have happened, she should be the last person Yang Tonghui wants to see.

Eyelashes lowered, Yang Xian saluted Yang Tonghui respectfully, and then left with Madam Wu's support.

Watching Yang Xian's figure fade away, Yang Tonghui breathed more and more heavily, as if running around the capital again in the dog days, his complexion was like gold paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks When it fell, it seemed that it was about to fall over again.

Wu Yuan looked at Yang Tonghui indifferently. He had wanted to see him in such a mess for many years.

"Lord Yang, take care." If he hadn't been worried about Xian'er, he really wanted to stand like this for a while longer and watch the ruthless Prime Minister in pain.

Wu Yuan didn't have the slightest intention to help the crumbling Yang Tonghui, and passed him indifferently, and at the end, he lightly brushed Yang Tonghui's sleeve, as if to brush off something disgusting generally.

"Boom—" is the sound of a chair being overturned.

Presumably Yang Tonghui was exhausted but couldn't hold on to something that could support him.

Wu Yuan's face was even more stern, and he walked past a group of servants of the Yang family who were looking at each other expressionlessly, until the sound of tables and chairs being overturned came from the room, and the group of servants came back to their senses. He ran to the house with eight feet.

Guided by Mrs. Wu, Yang Xian walked outside Yang's mansion like a puppet.

She... just restored her daughter's identity, and then... left?

Sure enough, her father still couldn't tolerate a daughter like this?

Heh, maybe it would be difficult for any family to accept that the son who had been raised for more than ten years suddenly turned into a daughter; what's more, it's my father who regards the succession of the family as his lifeblood?

Smile sadly, whatever.If he doesn't recognize her as a daughter, she will have one less obstacle, one less person to stop her from being with Fanyin...

Comforting myself like this, but why can't my heart still hurt?

Fanyin, if I had you by my side, I would definitely not be so flustered and empty-hearted that I have nowhere to rest.Thinking of this, Yang Xian's face suddenly turned pale - Fan Yin!

Since the farce of getting married, she was busy taking care of Yang Tonghui, and sent Li Zi and Li Zi to Liu Mansion to check quietly, but she never saw the owner, but after asking a few more questions, she was kicked out, and there was no news of Fan Yin at all. none.

I don't know what that domineering father of Fanyin will do to her.

Thinking of this, Yang Xian began to feel anxious again.Fanyin is stubborn, I'm afraid Yu Wang is even worse than her, if these two people meet together, will it...Yang Xian suddenly dare not think about it.

"Hiss—" The sudden pain in his leg made Yang Xian gasp involuntarily.

Madam Wu was so anxious that she hurriedly led Yang Xian into the carriage, wanting to check the wound on her knee.

"Auntie, let's go to Liu's house, shall we?" Yang Xian grabbed Madam Wu's hand suddenly, with earnest eyes.

Mrs. Wu was taken aback for a moment.

Don't say that Yang Xian still has injuries on his body, even if he is fine, she can't agree.

"Ninny," Mrs. Wu said softly, "The injury on your knee is important, don't think about anything else."

"Auntie, Fanyin is nothing else!" Yang Xian endured the pain from his knee, raised his eyes to look at Mrs. Wu, and said word by word, "She is my life."

"..." Mrs. Wu was shocked on the spot, and she didn't say a word for a long time.

"Auntie, please, Fanyin was knocked out and taken away that day. If I don't see her again, I'm really going to jump the moat!" Yang Xian knew that his aunt had always been soft-hearted, and she was really anxious, said As he spoke, his voice choked up.

Madam Wu looked at Yang Xian's teary eyes in front of her, and her voice was crying, her heart softened involuntarily.

"Hey..." Mrs. Wu no longer spoke to Yang Xian, but opened the curtain to whisper something to the coachman outside, and the carriage sped towards Caifeng Street.

Yang Xian looked at Mrs. Wu gratefully, but Mrs. Wu didn't look at her, she just turned around and opened a hidden compartment on the carriage, took out the wound medicine from it, and applied the medicine to Yang Xian without saying a word.

The carriage was jolting, and Yang Xian knelt on the ground for a long time. Some pieces of porcelain had already penetrated into the flesh, and needed to be pulled out with the help of instruments.

"Hiss..." It was just that the medicine fell on the wound, and Yang Xian was already gasping for breath in pain.

"How can I do this?" Mrs. Wu couldn't see the girl suffer the most, and now she felt even more distressed, "What if you find Miss Liu if your leg is crippled?"

"..." Yang Xian was moved in his heart, and said weakly, "Don't worry, Auntie, these injuries won't ruin your legs..."

"..." Mrs. Wu was speechless, she just turned around, feeling sulky, she simply couldn't see or worry.

Seeing Madam Wu's appearance, Yang Xian smiled wryly in his heart.

If she and Liu Fanyin had a mother alive, she should be as gentle and considerate as Mrs. Wu.It's a pity that they will never have a mother again in this lifetime.Then... Let's warm each other up.

After running for a long time, the carriage finally stopped at the gate of Liu Mansion on Caifeng Street.

"Slow down!" Mrs. Wu was pretending to be angry, but as soon as the carriage stopped, Yang Xian immediately lifted the car curtain and jumped down, ignoring the wound that would tear his leg.

"Auntie, don't worry, it's okay." How could Yang Xian care about his aunt's preaching?He didn't even care to turn his head back, and he didn't need a boy to lead him, he jumped out of the carriage, rushed to the door and knocked on the door.

"Oh..." Mrs. Wu hurriedly followed, grabbed Yang Xian's hand, and said angrily, "Young lady's hands can do such nonsense."

Yang Xian smiled at Mrs. Wu embarrassedly, raised his hand and wanted to continue knocking on the door, but under Mrs. Wu's gaze, he was too embarrassed to continue, so he had to glance at the servant standing beside him, and the servant immediately came over with a smile on his face. Knock on the door for Yang Xian.

After knocking on the door for a long time, the door of Liu's mansion has not been opened yet. Yang Xian was impatient and was about to let the servant knock on the door, but the door opened slowly. A young man dressed as a porter in his 20s rubbed his eyes , cursing.

"Where's your girl?" Yang Xian became angry when he saw the porter's sluggish appearance, and immediately grabbed his collar and asked in a vicious voice.

"Hey, hey," the concierge looked at Yang Xian's well-dressed clothes, but he didn't dare to knock off the hand that was holding on to his collar. He howled wildly, "What are you doing? Robbery!"

"Xian'er." Mrs. Wu couldn't stand it any longer. A girl's family was walking around with a man like this. Although he was still wearing men's clothes at the moment, it was always bad, so she coughed lightly behind her back.

Yang Xian had no choice but to let go: "Say it!"

The concierge was unhappy in his heart, he was not willing to speak, so he turned around and stepped inside the door, trying to close it.

Mrs. Wu smiled slightly, and the servants beside her went up and pressed the porter to be honest.

"My little brother, please inform your lady that Mrs. Wu's wife from the Ministry of Officials is visiting today. I made an appointment earlier. I don't know if you remember?" Madam Wu stood in front of the door, dressed in elegant Chinese clothes He spoke in a leisurely manner, but there was an irresistible majesty in this gentle tone.

The concierge boy calmed down now, and said with a mournful face: "Ma'am, it's not that I'm making things difficult on purpose, but my girl is going to stay in Bieyuan for a while, and I'm afraid she won't be back in the near future."

Stay in another garden?Yang Xian's heart skipped a beat.

This is probably locked up by King Yu.

Thinking about it this way made him even more anxious.However, Fanyin is so smart, she should think of a way to send a message to herself.

"Since that's the case," Mrs. Wu glanced at her niece's anxious face, and shook her head inwardly, but there was nothing she could do. There was only these things she could help.Thinking of this, Mrs. Wu was about to leave, but Yang Xian took her word for it, and said with a smile, "Although your girl is not here, the thing our wife left with your girl earlier is something that must be ordered today." Take it. How about, brother, let us go in first?"

The concierge was dumbfounded.

Mrs. Wu also frowned slightly, this...but it's a bit unreasonable.

"If little brother doesn't believe it, let's just look at this." Yang Xian stretched out his hand, but saw a jade pendant lying on the palm of her hand, with the word "Willow" written on it.

"This..." The little brother was attracted by this piece of jade, and when he was about to take a closer look, a hand came down on his neck, and the porter only had time to groan before falling to the ground.