"Oh" Yan Xiangnuan nodded with an understanding expression and continued to enjoy breakfast.
Aunt Song saw that Yan Xiangnuan had no intention of continuing to ask, so she stopped talking and stood aside in a measured manner, waiting for Yan Xiangnuan to finish breakfast.
Yan Xiangnuan drank milk and ate a sandwich: "Master, have you seen a doctor about your leg pain?
What did the doctor say?"
Yan Xiangnuan said pretending to be casual.
Aunt Song unexpectedly looked at Yan Xiangnuan again.
Seeing her awkward casual questioning attitude, a gentle smile flashed unconsciously in her eyes: "The young master's leg was seriously injured and almost had to be amputated, but now he can save his leg."
Fortunately, he is fine on weekdays, but the pain seems to be severe on rainy days.
Mr.
Jin has searched all the famous doctors in the imperial capital and said there is no way to treat it, so he can only endure the pain.
"This is especially cruel.
Thinking of this, Aunt Song couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
After all, she had served the Jin family for many years.
It could be said that she had watched Jin Weimo grow up and treated Jin Weimo as her own child.
"Oh" Yan Xiangnuan nodded, recalling Jin Weimo's painful look last night, he had some idea in his mind: "Trouble Aunt Song, please prepare some food later to give the young master some rest. ” "Okay."
Aunt Song agreed with a smile.
Seeing Aunt Song's delighted expression, Yan Xiangnuan didn't say anything more.
After breakfast, she went back to the house and changed into casual clothes.
She was currently wearing a sun hat and was rescuing someone who had been tortured by a heavy rain in the yard. flowers and plants.
She didn't know if it was because there was an extra flower on her chest.
Before breakfast, she looked at the flowers and plants that were damaged by the wind and rain outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
She couldn't bear it for some reason.
So at the moment, she had nothing to do and was chatting with the Jin family.
The gardener Lao He worked together to save the potted plants that might still survive.
"Uncle He, can you see if this pot of daffodils can be saved?"
Yan Xiangnuan asked Lao He next to him while holding a pot of daffodils.
"It seems that the rhizome is not hurt.
If you change the potting soil and nurture it, you might be able to survive."
Lao He is a master of flower planting.
He usually takes care of the flowers and plants in Jin's courtyard.
Is it okay?
Can it be saved?
, he took a look and counted the number.
"Then let me move it indoors first."
Potted plants such as narcissus are difficult to grow.
After last night's heavy rain, if they are placed under the eaves of the yard, they may wither and die.
"Young lady, the sun is very hot right now.
You should go back to the house and rest.
If you are not worried, please give me the narcissus.
I will change the soil for it later and keep it to support it."
After all, Yan Xiangnuan is The young mistress is usually very pampered and pampered.
Although she took the initiative to help clean up, Lao He was still a little worried.
At this moment, he was frightened and wanted to persuade Yan Xiangnuan to stop.
"It's okay, I'm just free when I'm free."
Yan Xiangnuan waved his hand to reject Lao He's kindness. "" Lao He was a little helpless and nodded resignedly: "Then please, young lady, please take this potted flower into the house."
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"Okay!"
Yan Xiangnuan responded happily, holding the daffodils and walking into the house.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, Jin Weimo stood upright, looking deeply at Yan Xiangnuan who was talking and laughing with Lao He outside, and his brows knitted together unconsciously.
Yan Xiangnuan walked into the living room holding daffodils and saw Jin Weimo in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
He was about to say hello, but when he saw the black mist wrapped around his injured left leg, he was stunned, and then he only heard With a bang, the potted plant in his hand fell to the floor and fell into pieces. "" The shock on Yan Xiangnuan's face was undisguised, and Jin Weimo knew it with just one glance.
But looking at Yan Xiangnuan's frightened look, his frown could not help but frown into waves.
This woman, who was smiling just a moment ago, looked frightened when she saw him.
Could it be that his face looked like this?
Very scary.
"Hey, why is this flowerpot broken?
Madam, are you okay?"
Aunt Song was cleaning up in the kitchen.
When she heard the noise outside, she immediately ran out to check.
Seeing that the flowerpot was broken on the floor under Yan Xiangnuan's feet, she immediately brought something.
Clean up.
Yan Xiangnuan looked at Aunt Song who was busy dealing with it.
She was frightened by the black mist wrapped around Jin Weimo's legs, and tried hard to calm down her panic: "I'm sorry, Aunt Song, for causing you trouble."
Yan Xiang Nuan said, his eyes involuntarily lingering on Jin Weimo's left leg that seemed to be entangled by a black poisonous snake.
Jin Weimo naturally noticed the way Yan Xiangnuan was looking at her, and saw her staring at his injured left leg without blinking, her thin lips pursed slightly solemnly.
"I've seen enough."
To be honest, Jin Weimo has been baptized by a lot of looks since his left leg was injured, and he usually didn't care about it, but now when he saw Yan Xiangnuan's look, he instinctively felt repulsed .
"Um" Yan Xiangnuan was a little embarrassed by Jin Weimo's question and looked a little embarrassed, so he forced himself to look away.
"Humph" Jin Weimo snorted coldly when he saw this, and then walked past her upstairs with a swaying step.
Yan Xiangnuan's eyes were also staring at his injured leg while he was moving.
He saw that the terrifying black mist surged and flowed faster when it passed by her, as if he was afraid of her.
Generally speaking, it wasn't until Jin Weimo walked past and stepped onto the stairs that the flowing black mist calmed down a little.
"Jin Weimo" Yan Xiangnuan couldn't help but call Jin Weimo.
Jin Weimo's steps upstairs paused for a moment, but then he continued going upstairs without hesitation, as if he didn't hear Yan Xiangnuan's call just now.
Obviously, he was still as before, not wanting to Pay no attention to her.
Seeing this, Yan Xiangnuan had no choice but to curl his lips, but his eyes lingered on Jin Weimo's injured leg for a moment.
At this moment, she was puzzled by the black mist that seemed to be able to swallow people inexplicably wrapped around Jin Weimo's legs.
The mist turned out to be like a conscious living creature, hovering and moving around Jin Weimo's legs.
It looked very...
It was terrifying, but she was sure that she had never seen the circle of black mist on Jin Weimo's legs before.
She didn't know if she was the only one who could see this weird side, but if everyone else could see it, wouldn't it be strange and scary?
After all, the black mist really didn't look like a normal thing, at least, she had in her previous life.
In nearly thirty years of living, she had never seen such a terrifying black mist, and it seemed to be consciously devouring Jin Weimo's injured leg.
Yes, it was swallowing.
After confirming this, Yan Xiangnuan became even more uneasy.
"Sister-in-law Song, can you see anything strange on the young master's legs?"
After Jin Weimo's figure disappeared at the stairway on the second floor, Yan Xiangnuan bit her red lips and remained anxious for a moment, and then tentatively Ask Mrs.
Song who was cleaning up the fragments of the flowerpot
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