"Give me money and then let me save your wife?" Yan Qianyin didn't quite understand the connection: "Is Yan Yunshu married?"

The little maid also felt that she was too impulsive and hurriedly explained: "Miss, I am Madam's personal maid Xia Cui. Madam got married a year ago..."

Yan Qianyin heard the cause and effect.

It turns out that a year ago, Yan Yunshu married Zhang Bei, the second son of the Zhang family, who was involved in food, drink, whoring, gambling and everything for the sake of the cooperation between the Yan family and the Zhang family. To the Yan family, a concubine could realize her own value through marriage. It's the most useful thing, and it doesn't matter what kind of person the other person is.

What's more, if a concubine becomes the son's first wife, they will definitely not suffer any loss.

The ultimate goal is to help the family obtain existing benefits.

However, Zhang Bei did not calm down because of the marriage. Instead, he frequently beat and scolded Yan Yunshu. Four months ago, Zhang Bei attacked Yan Yunshu and kicked her in the stomach. Yan Yunshu suffered a miscarriage and was unable to have children again.

From then on, Zhang Bei began to fool around more openly and even married a concubine. When Yan Yunshu was recuperating, he drunkenly dragged her into the rain and beat her. Now Zhang Bei's concubine also bullies Yan Yunshu from time to time, almost Yan Yun was so relieved that he vomited blood for the first time and was already terminally ill.

After Yan Yunshu fell ill, the Zhang family didn't ask too many questions. As for the Yan family...

Except for Yan Yunshu's mother, who tried her best to save her daughter, everyone else ignored her.

Because Yan Yunshu is already an abandoned son.

Yan Qianyin stared at the money bag in her hand, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly. She didn't know whether she should be smiling to feel stupid or sighing that her fate was bad.

He was almost dying, but he used the scraps of money he finally saved to help her.

"Miss, Madam is really pitiful. There is nothing wrong with her. Why should she suffer such torture? If you can live here, you must be able to help the eldest daughter find a good doctor. Xia Cui, please, please. "The little maid knelt on the ground, crying and kowtowing.

"You get up first." Yan Qianyin said with lowered eyes.

"Miss." Xia Cui sobbed, looking up at the person in front of her.

The woman was standing with the backlight, and the expression on her face could not be clearly seen, but she felt as if she had taken reassurance, as if as long as Yan Qianyin was there, everything could be solved.

"Get up." Yan Qianyin said again.

Xia Cui quickly got up, wiped the tears on her face with her sleeves, and stood quietly.

"It's not suitable for me to go to Zhang's house now. Just wait a moment while I go get something."

Yan Qianyin returned to the house, took a purple-red bottle from the cabinet with dozens of bottles and cans, and went to see Xia Cui again: "Take this back and give it to her, so you don't get discovered. "

"This is..." Xia Cui took it with both hands and asked in confusion.

"The medicine to help your wife live longer, I will wait until I can enter Zhang's house to discuss the rest."

Xia Cui was stunned: "Don't you ask a doctor?"

Yan Qianyin looked at her calmly: "The doctors in Qingdu City may not be able to use these pills. If you ask me for help, you must believe me and do as I say, otherwise don't come to me."

"Believe it, I believe it." Xia Cui nodded quickly.

Yan Qianyin: "Take this bag of silver back as well, I don't need it."

Xia Cui thought for a moment and decisively caught it.

After waiting for the person to leave, Yan Qianyin did not go to Mu Wenjiao's side. At this time, he happened to take some soothing medicine and was resting.

She simply went to study the newly cultivated plants.

However, as soon as he took the things out of the wooden box, Yan Qianyin was startled.

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