Chapter 25

According to Liu Lanting's memory, she was a nerd who could only bite books and read, and seldom cared about the affairs of the government.

Liu's father bought this small house before he took office.

Although it is safe for the stepwife to live in the ethnic area with the women in Liu Fu's backyard, the population is noisy and there is no adult male in the family, so it is easy to be chewed.

Perhaps because of this consideration, Liu Fu moved the family out. The house he bought is very close to the people's land. If something happens, the stepwife can also go to the people for help. If she has nothing to do at ordinary times, she can close the door and live a small life.

However... How many caretakers can there be in a small house with three entrances?

Not to mention that the two hostesses who can be the main business in the family fell ill one after another, and the concubine was also fond of playing and breaking her head. In this era, if the brain injury was not taken care of well and treated in time, it would be easy to die... Jiang Pengji went into the inner hospital, and naoren was even more painful.

"I didn't die, but I was taken away. Those thieves were too stupid and escaped by me. The prefect sent me just now." Jiang Pengji said briefly, then thought of the concierge just now and added, "I'll go and see my mother first. Housekeeper, you go and find some servants who went to me last night. I have something to ask them..."

It seems that it's not that Mrs. die didn't send someone out, but there are too few people to send. Those servants think that their husband has met bandits and the chance of survival is too small. They went fishing in troubled waters... For example, the concierge who had a fight with pink head all night.

It can be seen that the rules of this family are scattered.

At the thought of this, Jiang Pengji couldn't help laughing coldly. The Liu family is indeed a noble family, but after Liu's father moved out, he worked outside all year round. There are no men who can live in the town at home. It is almost predictable that the servants at the bottom are lax and neglect.

It's not that the master doesn't have the ability, but that each servant has a ghost fetus.

Ji's wife lives in the East, which is different from the lively scene in the aristocratic's house in ancient times. The scenery of Liu's house is even a bit depressed and desolate. There are only three or two female maidservants coming and going. I don't know how the second room of Liu's lineage is down.

Although she is a stepson, the stepwife is also Liu Lanting's aunt. It doesn't matter if Jiang Pengji enters the stepwife's boudoir.

It was still sunny outside, but there was darkness in the house, and the lingering strong smell of medicine was still diffused in the air.

Around the screen, Jiang Pengji saw the general furnishings in the room. It was not as simple as a noble lady should have.

There are several boxes on the dresser. The style is old. You can clearly see the age of use. There is a delicate spring butterfly hairpin next to the copper mirror.

Jiang Pengji's sight fell on the hairpin for two seconds. She immediately moved away and glanced at the indoor furnishings.

Mrs. Ji was lying on the collapse, her face as pale as snow, her black hair mixed with a lot of white silk, which added a little old to her, with a thick cyan at the bottom of her eyes and a heavy look of illness. Jiang Pengji took the medicine from her handmaid, knelt down beside her bed and took over the work of feeding medicine.

It was a pair of eyes that saw through the world of mortals, and there was a feeling of being noticed by kind elders.

"... lan... Pavilion..."

Before Jiang Pengji came, Ji's wife had just wandered back from the death line. At this time, she saw Jiang Pengji with some water light in her eyes.

"Well, I'm back."

Jiang Pengji smiled mildly. She could hardly look at the bowl of medicine with a strange smell. The ancients in ancient times were really the ancestors of dark cuisine. How did this terrible medicine come out and cure diseases?

Really can't drink dead people?

"... remember... Before..." Mrs. Ji's eyes became gentle and nostalgic, and her voice was as angry as a spring, but she took a few breaths and said slowly, "someone said you're gone... How can I believe my aunt... Later... Went to naiheqiao... Saw my sister..."

Jiang Pengji secretly said that Liu Lanting really couldn't die anymore.

"Mother, don't talk. Drink the medicine first." Jiang Pengji reached behind her neck with her spare hand, took her almost bony shoulder, helped the person up and leaned against her arms to facilitate the other party to drink medicine, so as not to lie down and choke, "and then have a good sleep."

Lying too long is prone to bedsore. Seeing that the neckline of each other's clothes is wet and red, Jiang Pengji quietly ordered the maid to boil water, wipe it again after the stepwife drank the medicine, and then change a new set of bedding. The indoor air is so bad that it is not suitable for patients.

Mrs. Ji frowned and drank the bitter medicine that Jiang Pengji had just blown cold.

Seeing that she was still slightly bitter after drinking, Jiang Pengji immediately felt bitter in her mouth. She turned to the maid and said, "go and get some preserves for her mother... I don't know how many yellow lotus were lost in the doctor's medicine..."

Judging from Jiang Pengji's memory, the relationship between Liu Lanting and his stepwife was somewhat unilaterally cold.

Liu Lanting always thought that the stepwife occupied the position of biological mother. She didn't agree with her frequent boos and greetings, and even felt that the other party was very hypocritical. Fortunately, the girl still knew to maintain the surface kindness and didn't show her inner dislike.

Otherwise, Jiang Pengji's intimate behavior just now will easily arouse the suspicion of outsiders.

"My son... Was wronged last night?"

With her muddy eyes open, Mrs. Ji's speaking strength is better than that just now.

"No, those stupid guys who don't go out with much brains, how can they give me grievances?"

Jiang Pengji originally wanted to put down her stepwife, but she saw a maid coming with a clean mattress in the corner of her eye. She simply wrapped each other in a quilt, then stretched her other hand to the bend of her leg and picked up the person in the other party's short exclamation.

"Mother, don't be afraid. I can still hold you. First let the maid change the mattress, and then warm it with a hand stove."

The stephusband said, "my son is more and more... Like a sister. Tell my aunt about last night..."

Jiang Pengji took a deep look at the stepwife, quickly hooked her lips and said, "if mother listens, she naturally knows everything."

Her most impatient thing is to repeat the same thing several times. One time is fresh, but more times are boring.

However, a classical beauty with temperament asked that she didn't mind telling it again to deepen her high and handsome image.

Mrs. Ji listened with relish. At last, she took a deep look at Jiang Pengji, then looked at the maid in the house and motioned them to step back.

"Lanting... How did she get there?" After his wife smiled gently, she found that Jiang Pengji was not surprised, "aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Pengji shook her head and said, "I think people outside me should be more afraid of this kind of thing."

The second wife said, "you are a sincere child. In fact, you can hide it... I'll take it as if my son is still alive..."

Jiang Pengji shook her head. "What's good about self deception? I thought I could hide it before I entered the house, but I knew it wasn't necessary to see your eyes. This is Liu Lanting's appearance, but I'm not her after all. I can deliberately imitate it, but I'm too tired to know whether to deceive myself or you..."