"How can you still let others bully you? Didn't dad tell you that how many people are watching the general's orphan? How could you have a conflict with her so openly? It's harmful to you and not helpful to let others talk about her."

"My daughter knows!" Fang Yuanyuan sighed and muttered in a low voice. "Then my daughter will step back first."

"Go!" Taifu Fang picked up the book on the desk again.

Fang Yuanyuan was blessed and left the study with her maid.

As soon as he left the house, he was invited by the waiting maid to board a carriage not far away.

Fang Yuanyuan got on the carriage with a displeased look on her face. Before she could speak, she heard Yue Ling'er's apology: "Sister Yuanyuan, I'm really sorry. I originally wanted to invite you to my house, but I'm really too worried about my sister."

, after all, if you offend King Ming in such a big matter, you will lose your life if you are not careful, so I am anxious to come and pick up my sister in person."

Fang Yuanyuan looked confused, "Why did Yue Qingran offend King Ming?"

Yue Ling'er covered her lips in surprise, "Sister Yuanyuan, don't you know? This matter has been spread all over the world today. After all, sisters, no matter how many things were wrong with her before, but now something happened, I did this

My sister was also very worried, but she couldn't get into Prince Ming's Mansion because she spoke so softly, so I thought that maybe the people from Prince Ming's Mansion would sell Sister Yuanyuan some thin noodles."

Fang Yuanyuan raised her chin proudly, "That's right, Prince Ming is the youngest of all the children of the Supreme Emperor. He and I and several princes have grown up together since childhood, so naturally we can talk a few words."

Yue Ling'er quickly flattered her, "My sister knows that she has found the right person."

…

At this time, the dark village——

Little Lingdang quickly spread out the recently dried medicinal herbs. Before his grandfather came back from the tavern, he ran to the intersection alone, stretching his head and looking forward to it.

"Why hasn't sister come yet? Is something going to happen?" Little Lingdang's face was full of worry.

The evil old man held the wine gourd in his arms with great satisfaction, carefully opened the lid, took a deep sniff, raised his head and took a swig, the wine drops slipped from his beard, and he smashed his mouth with satisfaction.

When he returned to the medicine stall, he didn't see the little bell. He hung the wine gourd back on his crutch, frowned and looked around, "Where did this damn girl go to be lazy?"

When he saw the familiar little figure lying in the corner, he quickly walked over and slapped Xiao Lingdang mercilessly on the back of the head.

"Ah! Who is it?" Little Bell was in pain, covering her head and jumping up.

"Damn it, old man, are you going to kill me? Did you pick me up?"

The evil old man's eyes lit up, he tilted his head and picked his ears, with a very serious expression, "Little Lingdang, you are over two or three years old. You have grown up. Grandpa should tell you some things."

Little Lingdang was stunned, forgetting the pain, and looked at the evil old man in confusion, "Did I really pick it up? Not your granddaughter?"

The evil old man wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded.

Xiao Lingdang had some doubts in her eyes and took a few steps back, "Are you lying to me?"

"Hey!" The evil old man sighed heavily, "I also hope this is false."

Little Lingdang couldn't find any flaws in the evil old man's face, his eyes were slightly red, but he still didn't want to believe it.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, the evil old man showed a proud smile on his lips. When Xiao Lingdang was distracted, he knocked on Xiao Ling's forehead with a bang, grabbed her ears and walked towards the stall.

"Stinky girl, I hope I really picked it up. I think your parents were gentle people when they were alive. Logically speaking, the children they have should be sweet and glutinous dumplings. Why did you give birth to a little pepper?

"

"It hurts, it hurts! Old man, you lied to me again? What happened to my little pepper? Little pepper also inherited your old pepper." Little Lingdang was angry and grabbed the evil old man with all his teeth and claws.

An old man and a young man sat side by side on a low chair, with their hands on their legs and their faces in their hands. Their movements were surprisingly consistent, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Looking at the crowds of people coming and going in front of her, Xiao Lingdang said worriedly: "Grandpa, how many days did you say my sister hasn't been here? Is something going to happen to her?"

The evil old man looked at her with disdain, "Sister, sister, they are so affectionate. I have never seen you call me your biological grandpa so sweetly. And how long have you known each other? You are a little girl, so you need to be careful with outsiders."

Little Lingdang rolled her eyes at the evil old man, "Do you think I am you? My old eyes are dim? My eyesight is very good. My sister is a good person, and she is not someone else. We are good friends."

The evil old man stood up with his crutches, "Okay! If you can't talk about your little mouth, just wait slowly. Watch the stall and don't run around anymore. Let me go shopping again to see if there are any new things.

"

Little Lingdang quickly grabbed the hem of the evil old man's clothes, "Grandpa, how about we go find sister?"

The evil old man looked unhappy, "Where can I find her? Do you know her name? Where does she live? What does she look like?"

Little Lingdang choked, paused for a moment, then thought of something and hurriedly said, "By the way, you can go to Lingpu Tower!"

The evil old man looked at Xiao Lingdang as if he was a fool, "Don't you know the rules of the Anman Village? If the identity of the people coming and going could be found so easily, would the Anman Village still be in the same situation as it is today?"

Little Lingdang thought about it and said, "Okay, just wait a little longer. My sister promised to celebrate her birthday with me."

The evil old man shook his head helplessly, held up the rabbit-skin hat on his head, and immersed himself in the crowd with his cane.

…

Chu Junmo has fallen into a dream since he fell into a coma, and his unbearable childhood was reproduced in the dream, but perhaps because he was disabled and the youngest prince, he survived the struggle in the court.

The scenes that appeared in the dream were all the disgusted faces of those people, and he once again broke the necks of those people with his own hands.

"Mr. Wu, how's it going?" Butler Qiu asked worriedly.

Mr. Wu shook his head, "The poison in the prince's body has been temporarily suppressed, but it cannot be completely controlled. It may explode at any time. It cannot be easily detoxified now. Even if one of the poisons is eliminated, the other poison will immediately spread all over the prince.

Every corner of the body will die immediately, and you will have to find another way."

Butler Qiu's legs softened and he knelt down on the ground, "How could it be? Your Majesty is a very wealthy man. How could this little poison be so serious to Your Majesty?"

Mr. Wu just thought that Butler Qiu was eager to protect his master, and sighed and comforted: "Butler Qiu, don't worry too much. If the prince can wake up smoothly within three days, there is still hope for everything. If he can't wake up -"

Even if he didn't say the next words, Butler Qiu knew what he meant. He looked in disbelief and cried bitterly, covering his face, "My lord, let me die for you. You must wake up. The palace still has to
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