Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

"Brother, don't lose your temper. I told them to retreat, and they are not allowed to enter the hospital without my order." She quickly explained.

"You!" Nan Puyue looked at her incomprehensibly, "You clearly know that you are not in good health, it's freezing cold, and you don't pay attention to keeping warm, what do you want to make trouble for?" After speaking, his eyes were full of sullen anger , he was angry, but more worried.

Nan Pujin looked at him pitifully like a child who has done something wrong, knowing that he was really upset, so she gently shook his arm and pouted, "Brother, I promise I won't do it next time."

He shook his head helplessly. It was like this every time. This sister always made him worry. Since his father passed away, he has been both a father and an elder brother. Almost all the exhortations and teachings come from his mouth, but even so, he still sometimes feels powerless.

"I hope so." He sighed, and went out to call a servant.

The attendant ran over quickly and respectfully said: "My lord, what are your orders?"

He said in a deep voice: "Go and call all the maids in Yixinyuan, tell them, and I will serve you in the future."

"Here."

The servant took the order and left.

After the attendant had gone far away, he still stood straight outside the door, slowly raised his head, looked at the somewhat gray sky, and his thoughts drifted back to ten years ago...

That year he was 11 years old and his younger sister was six years old. Two years had passed since his father's death. In his younger sister's impression, he had very little memory of his father. Even if he asked himself suddenly, he only said : Our father is a hero. He fought all his life and conquered countless territories... He said a lot, and every time he said it at the end, he never forgot to add: Father, he loves you very much.

He didn't lie to her, the father and king really loved her very much, whether it was because they had a favored mother and concubine, or because they loved the house and the people, the two of them were undoubtedly the two most beloved among the princes and princesses.

For the time being, everything about the father was put aside, and the memory stopped ten years ago.

I still remember that day, it was also winter, and the weather was a bit oppressive as usual, with gusts of cold wind, my sister had been bedridden for dozens of days, and she had visited the imperial physician many times, but she still didn’t get better. Finally, he had no choice but to send a letter to the foreign Great-grandfather Jiang Zimou, the name Jiang Zimou must be familiar to everyone. Yes, this person is the old man who combines craftsman and medical skills. Now counting, the old man is one hundred and three years old. Obviously, the age between the two There is a huge difference.

Let’s talk about Jiang Zimou at this time, his face is still the same as it was 50 years ago. Although he is not young, but because he has been practicing elixir and medical skills all year round, his appearance stays at the moment when the elixir was refined, so he is not sure. How long can I live, maybe ten years later, maybe 20 years later, maybe... But it is definitely not forever. He believes that everything has its own laws, but the time has not yet come.

He, who lived deep in the forest in the mountains, rushed over after hearing the letter.

After understanding Nan Pujin's condition, a trace of worry flashed across his face, and then he pulled Nan Puyue to the side room, stroked his beard and frowned, and said, "Grandson Yue, you must be mentally prepared."

Nan Puyue had a bad feeling, but she still nodded slightly.

He sighed, and said slowly: "Your sister's illness has been present since she was born. It has been six years now, and the onset in previous years should not be obvious. This time it is just a temporary symptom. I prescribed a prescription for her. , within two days, he will be fine with normal people."

Nan Puyue quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"But..." He raised his eyes and continued solemnly, "This disease is very hidden, and I have never experienced this kind of symptoms. According to the current situation, if there is no prescription, she will not live past the age of 20."

"What?!" Nan Puyue panicked, her mind went blank, and the only thing in her mind was the sentence: I can't live to be 20 years old... He grabbed Jiang Zimou's sleeve and asked earnestly, "Jiang Zugong must save her, must .”

At the age of 11, he is still a child, and he will be in pain and helpless like ordinary people, especially when facing the problem of his own sister.Life and death are but a blink of an eye, he is not reconciled, he cannot lose her!

Brother and sister love each other deeply, Jiang Zimou understands, thinking that he also had a younger sister decades ago, when the army was in turmoil, internal troubles and foreign aggression, he was the fourth prince of Wei State at that time, because his father respected him, the eldest prince held a grudge, in order to keep the crown prince , so he was framed by him, and then because of the series of murders he caused, he could clearly remember that his mother and concubine were framed and thrown into the cold palace, and soon hanged herself for being wronged, and the younger sister under him, because of being hated Dazed and secretly revenged, but didn't want to be caught by the thief, so he was also killed to death.Grief-stricken, he had no choice but to flee, and finally fled to the deep mountains and wild forests under the desperate protection of the dead, but unexpectedly, he hid for decades.At that time, his only remaining relative was a teenage child. The child was cowardly and not easy to fight with others. Nan Puyue's mother was one of the daughters of that child, in other words, Jiang Zimou's granddaughter.

The relationship is a bit complicated, but fortunately, it is not difficult to sort out.

At this moment, Jiang Zimou patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

He raised his handsome face to look at him.

Jiang Zimou said solemnly: "Grandson, don't be impatient. This disease does not necessarily mean that there is no cure. Give grandpa a few years, and grandpa will try his best to find a prescription."

It can only be like this, Nan Puyue nodded silently.

His sister did get better quickly as expected, and he finally calmed down temporarily.

On the third day after his sister was safe and sound, Zhuge Yi came to him. He said he was going to Wan'an Temple, and what he said after that, Nan Puyue couldn't remember clearly. Worried about his illness, and feeling a little depressed, his attitude towards him is obviously not much better.

When she came back to her senses, Nan Puyue shook her head annoyed: Why did you think of him again?

At this time, outside the Moon Gate, several maidservants had rushed over obediently.

Walking to the courtyard and walking in front of him, the maidservants hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty.

He waved his hand: "Forget it, let's start the furnace first, and there will be another time, and I will definitely not take it lightly."

"Here~" several people replied in unison.

On this day, Nan Puyue stayed with Nan Pujin until the evening. He knew that his sister had no close friends on weekdays, and the only one was Zhou Qiao, his wife who was going to marry at the end of the year. Since then, she rarely showed up. Nan Puyue only thought that she was a well-educated person who believed in the custom that it is not appropriate to meet frequently before marriage, so she didn't take it seriously.