This girl calls her uncle, the old owner calls him Jiuer, but she calls her Fengjiu...
Lan Yue's heart was shaken, but she didn't know what she was thinking.
He had never met Feng Jiu'er, but when he returned to the imperial city this time, he heard that Feng Jiu'er had gone on an expedition with the Ninth Prince and had died on the battlefield.
He owed that girl a lot.
At first, I had no choice but to recognize each other. Now that I have returned to the imperial city, I wanted to see her, but I didn't expect that she had already passed away.
Originally, she was just a wealthy lady raised in a boudoir. Who would have thought that she would actually go to the battlefield holding a sword?
Originally, everyone said that the ninth lady of the Feng family had been disfigured by a fire, was delirious, and was crazy.
He was thinking that if that was the case, then let her quietly be a boudoir lady.
The outside world is too dangerous, and it will be even more dangerous if you have a relationship with them, the No. 1 village in the world.
If I don't want to drag her into this vortex, I can only let her be free and continue to be her ninth lady.
Unexpectedly, one hesitation can lead to separation forever.
Lan Yue's hand holding the chopsticks kept tightening, and suddenly, with a snap, a pair of fine white jade chopsticks broke in two in his hand.
"What are you doing? You scared Jiu'er!" The old village owner's reproach made Lan Yue come back to his senses instantly.
Feng Jiuer's eyes fell on his wrist. It had been a month since she performed the surgery herself and prepared the medicine for him. The tendon should have healed.
She said: "Master... uncle, wait a minute, I will check your pulse."
"No need!" Lan Yue suddenly stood up and strode away.
She is not his niece. His niece died on the battlefield more than half a year ago.
He does not allow or agree with anyone pretending to be Feng Jiu'er, even if Feng Jiu is just a temporary solution to make the old man happy, that's not allowed!
At least, not in front of him!
Accepting this call of "uncle" will make him feel that he is sorry for Jiu'er and his real niece.
Long Yan looked at his retreating figure and wanted to chase him out, but was afraid that the master would be unhappy.
The master has been hungry for more than a day and is finally willing to eat something. If he loses his temper again and goes on a hunger strike or something, he is really afraid that the master's body will not be able to bear it.
"How about you go and see him?" Feng Jiuer said.
Just now, he clearly saw a hint of pain in Lan Yue's eyes, but Feng Jiu'er didn't know what he had done wrong. It actually brought back some painful memories for him?
The owner of Lanyue Village is also a man with a story.
"I..." Long Yan thought for a while and shook his head: "Let me have something to eat first. The owner of the village... The owner of the village is used to being alone. I'm afraid he just doesn't want to eat with others. Miss, don't mind.
.”
Feng Jiuer shook his head, picked up a piece of meat and put it into the old owner's bowl. There was another person in front of him who needed to be taken care of, the owner of Lanyue... he could only put it aside for now.
"Grandpa, come here, try this meat, it's delicious."
...After finally coaxing the old man to sleep, Feng Jiuer came out of the bedroom.
Long Yan was standing outside. When he saw Feng Jiuer coming out, he immediately went over.
Jiuer put his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture for him.
The two of them went out of the Shanchayuan house, and when they were far enough away, Feng Jiuer said: "He has gotten better recently, but his meridians were probably injured by his own energy. At this age, he wants to
It’s probably impossible for my son to get better.”
"We can only adjust it slowly. If we forcefully use the medicine, I'm afraid it will damage his nerves."
Long Yan didn't understand the word "nerve" that well, but he understood the general meaning.
He sighed lightly and looked up at the sky: "Actually... it's not a bad thing for him that I can't remember what happened in the past."
Some pasts were so bloody and cruel! He may not be able to bear the thought of completely getting better and remembering those people and things.
Feng Jiuer knew that everyone in this villa had a past that they did not want to face.
What were their identities, what kind of past did they have, and what purpose did they have now? She was curious, but she didn't want to delve into it.
This imperial city seems to be calm, but in fact, there is a turbulent undercurrent.
Various organizations, various forces, intrigues, chasing each other, assassinating each other...
She was just an ordinary businessman. If she hadn't been trying to track down the people who harmed the Long family, if it hadn't been for... such a whirlpool like this imperial city, she would have really wanted to escape.
"I just observed Mr. Lanyue's face carefully, and the scars on his face don't look like those caused by a sword."
Long Yan can't say much about this.
Feng Jiu'er said: "Since I am already a member of the Villa, and everyone in the world knows that I, Feng Jiu, am related to the old Villa owner, can I also go and have a look at Mr. Lan Yue's body?"
"Sir, you don't know the temper of our farm owner. I'm afraid... I'm afraid he's not very happy to accept your kindness."
"I healed his wrist. Although I don't know what you did, I have already stepped into this muddy water. Now, it's too late to get out."
It's understandable that Lan Yue should guard against her, and she doesn't mind either.
However, this face... I don't know why, but she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart unless he was cured.
Many times, even Feng Jiuer felt that she abused her sympathy too much and should not get involved in such things.
But, many times, no matter how much she scolded herself, she still couldn't change this bad habit.
She hoped that Lan Yue's face could get better. What she wanted to see was that both Lan Yue and the old owner of the village were in good health.
A kind of desire and pursuit that arises from the bottom of my heart, a kind of care that even I can't explain clearly.
Could it be that it was because he called them grandpa and uncle?
She once... also had a grandfather and uncle, but she has never seen them, let alone whether she will have a chance to see them again in this life.
Although all the facts proved to her that the Long family had been wiped out, she still had extravagant hope that one day she would be able to meet again.
Of course, Long Yan hoped that Feng Jiu could show it to the owner of the village. Feng Jiu's medical skills were so great that even the emperor was willing to ask her to come to the palace for a consultation, which showed that her reputation was not in vain.
What's more, the owner of the village injured his tendon last time, and she actually cured such a serious injury!
Long Yan naturally had no doubts about Feng Jiu's medical skills.
The owner's face has been injured for so many years. It was neither a knife wound nor a sword wound. No doctor can find the cause. Maybe Feng Jiu can?
I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but the two of them walked outside for a while and arrived at the door of Lanyue Courtyard.
Feng Jiuer smiled and said: "Steward Long, do you also want me to check the owner's pulse before you deliberately brought me here?"
