The third grandmother Yang just scolded Yue Liangju for how fierce she was, and now she was trembling. Her body was piled on the ground, and the man before Yue Xing couldn't help her. There was no way, Ji took Yue Aijing and Yue Fanjing to help and sent Yang back to the room.

Yue Fanjing pretended to be worried about Yang and helped him find medicine to deliver tea. Ji couldn't wait and took Yue Aijing back first.

Mrs. Yue's obsession with "returning to Beijing" lingered for life, and Yue Liangju was killed for life. Although it was still time to supper, Ji had to discuss with her husband Yue Jugong quickly, so as not to make her beautiful daughter love Jing an old girl.

Not long after Ji left, Yue Fanjing took Chunzhi back to the room.

The former residence of Wufang is now Yue Fanjing's boudoir. There are three simple rooms, two lights and one dark. Because the place of the border town is limited, and the money of Yue's family is not enough, there is no ear room or wing room.

When Yue Fanjing's parents and Mr. Wu were alive, there was no Yue Fanjing at that time. One lived in a couple, one lived in a girl, and the other was the study of Master Wu and the place where people came to meet.

Now only Yue Fanjing lives, she owns one, girl owns one, and nanny Qi takes up one.

The place is really small, but it is also built with a wall of the courtyard, forming a world of its own.

In the old wooden door that had been soaked with scars over the years, Qi looked out. The gray wind and snow were difficult to see clearly. Yue Fanjing appeared more than ten steps away. Qi suddenly realized and then burst into tears.

"My good girl, I heard that the old lady wants to harm others again, didn't you?" She pulled out her veil and began to wipe her tears: "After I heard it, I went to the old lady's room and said you have come back. I'm back and can't see you again, I'm in a hurry."

Mrs. Yue brought up old words again and added concerns to everyone in the family. Yue Fanjing was no exception. However, when she saw the wet nurse, she threw tears out, and she thought she would suffer the next moment, so she couldn't help but smile.

He walked up to support Qi and said softly: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Come in quickly, it's very cold today." Qi kept talking as he grabbed Yue Fanjing's hand and walked into the room.

"It's not that I'm worried about you... By the way, when I came back, I couldn't see you, and I thought you had already sent the old lady away to do that bad thing. What could I do? I quickly put three incense sticks of petition for you in front of the spirit of the fifth master and the fifth grandma. As soon as I finished the incense, I saw the girl from the third room running over and asked me if there was any leftover medicinal wine, which was the bottle that the old lady gave me last year. Only then did I realize that you were talking in the third room and waiting for you at the door. My girl, although you are from the fifth room, you are a big girl. Oh, the old lady wants to harm others, you must be in the first place."

Yue Fanjing had no choice but to throw his ears over. She was fourteen years old this year, and her wet nurse Qi was not old. She came to this family under the age of twenty and was in her early thirties. Logically, her mouth should not be so broken, but she insisted on raising the same conversation as Mrs. Yue.

Xingzhi, the girl who served Yue Fanjing, complained that after Xingzhi got married, Chunzhi served Yue Fanjing, and complained that Qi's words were too much, and Qi's family could never change it.

In Qi's own words, the girl in the fifth room is still young but has no one in charge. If she doesn't support the girl, she will be bullied early.

Today's incident finally gave Qi a "place to use her skills", so she said a lot. Fortunately, there were only three rooms, and soon arrived in front of the spirit of the fifth master and his wife. Qi pushed Yue Fanjing and couldn't make a lot of noise in front of the spirit, so Qi closed her mouth.

This is the room where Qi lived, the study room of the fifth master and the one who met guests. A curtain was drawn and divided into an inner and outer room. Qi lived half of the room outside, and half of the room inside was placed in a spiritual position.

When Yue Fanjing was burning incense, Qi closed his eyes and muttered silently. Yue Fanjing deliberately stood up slowly so that the wet nurse could talk to the spirit position for a while, and later, she would not mutter to herself.

But her prayers seemed to be ineffective. After returning to the room where she lived, Qi couldn't wait to say again: "My girl, you can't promise the old lady. If you are a girl, you have to get married. If you don't get married, you will be famine. Just like the fourth girl Liangju, you will celebrate the desolate New Year every day..."

Chunzhi couldn't help but cleverly made a fuss: "Woman, although the fourth girl Liangju is not married, she has food and clothing, and her family is willing to give in to her. She has never been in a wasteland."

"go!"

Qi changed his face, picked up the ruler in the sewing basket at hand, and made a gesture to hit the spring branch, which scared the spring branch so much that he didn't dare to make a sound.

No one stopped Qi's family now, and Qi's family became more and more serious. The wet nurse didn't recognize words, but it did not prevent her from using various local sayings to use metaphors to keep the old girl Yue Liangju in her mouth.

In addition to being worried, Yue Fanjing used the heavy snow outside the door to relieve his boredom. The snow was heavier than before and the wind was much stronger.

This is still in the city. There are large forests outside the city, which are natural barriers. The road from the nearest border town to the gate is not so good. The wind and snow are as strong as countless whips to beat pedestrians. The nobles in the capital are willing to endure this hardship. Will they be blocked in this weather?

In the eyes of Miss Fanjing, unless this noble person's head is broken.

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The snowy sky dances in the sky, putting the border line under its rage. If you don't really walk into the heavy snow, it's hard to understand the cold and attacks from all directions.

In such snow, the road is hard to walk. Three figures in the snow shrank and hunched, moving forward with difficulty in the wind.

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Chapter completed!