After the miracle doctor was reborn, he won the hemp with space

If Jiang Wan didn't go to Jiang Mansion, no one would dare to invite Jiang Wan.

Jiang Xian was not in the mood to care about Jiang Wan's presence or absence. The relationship between the two was always at odds. People in the mansion gradually understood the situation and knew that Jiang Wan was the last support in the mansion. Jiang Xian was no longer their real friend. backing.

Everyone was doing what they were doing, as long as they didn't offend Jiang Wan.

After finally burying the old lady, Jiang Wan originally planned to go to the ancient desert after the New Year, but this New Year was not too much, and she couldn't stay in Jiang Mansion for a whole day.

Moreover, Emperor Shunyuan originally wanted to give her a pair of horses and send her there in a beautiful way. The journey would only take half a month, but Jiang Wan suddenly didn't want to make it so public, lest it attract some people who hated her and hated her and blatantly tampered with her. .

She changed her plan. She just wanted to take the golden love to Mie Feng and quietly explore the road first. However, the distance would be far, so Jiang Wan decided to leave before the year. Anyway, there was nothing worth her nostalgia here except He Huaiqi. .

Before leaving, Jiang Wan took a look at Chen's fetus and found that it was still safe.He was not frightened by what happened to the old lady that day. The house was in such chaos, and everyone was busy with the old lady's funeral. No one was thinking about the baby in her belly, not even Jiang Xian's mind was on it now.

After prescribing some anti-fetal medicine for Chen, she went to Jia's courtyard. She hadn't seen Jiang Rushun for a long time, and she missed her cute, sensible, timid little sister.

In the entire mansion, only the mother and daughter of the Jia family were considered to be warm towards her. When she was framed and faced difficulties, there were still people in this mansion who were willing to speak for her, think about her, and miss her.

Good Marriage came forward and knocked on the door. Jia opened the door herself. The yard was empty, and no one had swept the fallen leaves on the ground. It looked very desolate, and it was a completely different world from the door outside.

Jiang Wan couldn't help but look at her and asked, "Auntie, why are there no servants in the yard? Why do I have to bother you to open the door in person?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't like crowds either. I'm not prepared for why the second lady suddenly came over today." Mrs. Jia clenched her sleeves tightly and forced a smile.

"It's okay, it's winter. I asked someone to make two sets of winter clothes and send them to my fourth sister."

Jiang Wan saw Mrs. Jia embarrassedly covering the patch on her sleeve, looking embarrassed.

She invited Jiang Wan into the house. It was as cold as Chen's house, but the coldness in Chen's house was temporary, while Jia's house still felt desolate, without the feeling of being inhabited at all.No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the treatment that a concubine in a prime minister's mansion deserves.

The Jia family is not favored, and she does not like to compete for favors. After giving birth to Jiang Rushun, the mother and the wife lived together. In the past, Jiang Wan's biological mother took good care of her, but later on, the Wang family was very harsh when she came to power. I can't believe that she has lived like this, compared to She was worse than a servant. Jiang Wan thought that Jia was not favored, but Jiang Rushun was still a young lady after all.

After taking a sip of the warm water Jia Shisheng gave her, she asked Jiang Rushun, "Why don't you see the fourth sister?"

"It's been cold these past few days. She caught wind and cold and has had a fever for two or three days. The second lady must have recovered from the illness."

Jiang Wanteng stood up and said seriously, "Auntie should have told me earlier."

She was startled when she saw Jiang Rushun. The little girl's face was red with fever and she was not conscious enough. Jiang Wan didn't dare to delay and took out the temperature gun and took a sweep. It was 39 degrees 7, a high fever. Is this called wind cold?I don’t know how long it has been burning, but if it continues to burn, my brain will be burned out. If she hadn’t come to the door today, would Mr. Jia have planned to wait until the day of Jiang Rushun’s funeral?
(End of this chapter)