The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

At the door of the room, Nanny Du was peeking in like a thief, with a smile on her face.

He would turn around and report every once in a while, his voice low.

"Madam, the young master drank two more spoonfuls of lotus seed porridge!"

"I took a bite of shrimp dumplings, a bite of soy sauce noodles! Oh, and another bite of noodles!"

"Eating and eating again! The little kid from the Lin family stuffed a piece of lotus cake into the young master's mouth!"

The queen stood a little behind, her posture straight and she tried to remain dignified, but her ears were perked up. Every time she heard that the young master had taken an extra bite of food, the corners of her mouth would curl up a little.

Qing'er's five internal organs were failing, which resulted in a very poor appetite. He always ate very little every day, so he became increasingly weak and thin.

In order to get him to eat more, she and Nanny Du racked their brains and kept snacks and fresh fruits on hand. Even if Qing'er only ate a little more of those things every day, they would be happy.

Thinking of something, she looked nervous, "Qing'er, are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing this, Madam Du quickly crouched down and took a peek, "No, there's nothing wrong!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Madam Du cried out, "Oh no! The young master is sick to his stomach!"

The queen was so frightened that she could no longer pretend and rushed into the room. However, when she was about to step into the room, she saw the situation inside and stopped in her tracks.

In the room, Yan Changqing's face changed slightly, and he suddenly covered his mouth and retched. The habitual pain and nausea from eating came up, and he had no time to suppress it.

"Brother Changqing?" Bai Xiang dropped the dumplings in his little hands, jumped off the chair, walked in front of the young boy, and raised his little face. "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Are you eating too fast? Eat slower!" Lin Huaisong and his brother also ran to his side, worriedly trying to calm him down and pat his back.

Grandpa is in poor health, and this is how grandma and my parents take care of him.

"No, it's okay, don't be afraid," Yan Changqing forced a smile to comfort the three little kids, his voice hoarse, "I'm not feeling well, I'll feel sick if I eat too much, just take it easy - um!"

He had a poor appetite all year round and would easily feel nauseous and vomit if he ate too much. Everyone in the palace knew about it.

But what others didn't know was that he actually had difficulty eating, not only because he had a poor appetite, but also because his stomach and intestines would hurt whenever he ate.

In order not to worry his father and mother, he never said this.

Seeing that the little brother's eyes were red with pain, Bai Xiang didn't think twice and moved his little hand slightly. A rich green light ball drilled into his nostrils. "How are you now? Are you feeling better? Are you still nauseous?"

"!" Yan Changqing was stunned and sat in the chair motionless for a long time.

He smelled it!

It’s the same strong smell as the one I smell at night when I have difficulty breathing. No, it’s even stronger than the one I smell at night!

The unique scent of the Hundred-Angled Grass forcefully poured into his nasal cavity, went down his throat into his body, and quickly invaded every corner of his body. It was extremely overbearing, so overbearing that the pain and nausea that made him uncomfortable fled and dissipated in an instant.

His eyes moved slowly, incredulously, "Are you feeling better? Are you not nauseous anymore?"

Bai Xiang threw another green ball, his glass eyes clear and bright, "What about now? Is it better now?"

The little brother was a good person. She ate a lot of his delicious food and also gave him a lot of green balls.

Almost at the moment when the little kid finished asking the question, Yan Changqing felt the strong scent of the Hundred-Angled Grass invading again.

If the breath just now was overbearing, it could wash away the pain and discomfort.

This time the breath is gentle, moistening the barren and dry earth.

His whole body seemed to be immersed in warm water, and he felt so comfortable that he wanted to stretch his limbs.

When I was sober, the feelings both times were too obvious, too obvious to be ignored.

Yan Changqing pursed his lips, his black eyes fixed on the little baby's upturned face, and saw the pure worry and concern in the baby's clean eyes.

After a moment, he leaned over, held the little girl in his arms, and smiled, "I'm feeling better now, not uncomfortable at all, thank you, Bai Xiang."

"Haha! No thanks! I didn't do anything!"

"..." These words, which only made things more obvious, made Yan Changqing burst into laughter.

Before he could laugh out loud, two big heads suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

One left and one right.

It was the two boys from the Lin family, staring at him with wide eyes, with dissatisfaction and accusation in their eyes.

"Brother, this is my sister."

"Brother Changqing, the one you are holding is my sister."

There were several words clearly written on the brothers’ faces: Let me go!

"Puchi——Hahaha!" The young boy was so amused that his shoulders kept shaking, and his heart was filled with relaxation and joy.

Hearing the young boy's cheerful laughter, outside the room, the queen quickly turned around and wiped away the water stains from the corners of her eyes.

Just as I finished wiping, more drops of water fell, making a rustling sound.

"Madam?" The nanny asked worriedly.

"Mammy, please invite the little kids from the Lin family to come over for dinner." The Queen did not turn around and said in a hoarse voice, "Qing'er has never had a playmate since he was young. If he has a few kids to keep him company, he will have a better appetite."

"Yes, I have remembered it."

"We make something new every day so that the children can try something new."

"Madam, rest assured that the young master and the children will not get tired of eating."

"Also," the queen paused and said softly, "Tell the guards guarding the surrounding areas to stop any visitors entering the village and ask their identities. If anyone comes to the Lin family to cause trouble, beat them out directly."

"Yes!"

After explaining everything, the queen turned around and looked deeply at the little girl who was sitting back in the chair, swinging her feet and eating happily, her eyes deep.

Qing'er always feels uncomfortable after eating, and it takes at least a moment for her to recover.

This time, after the little girl asked, Qing'er calmed down, her complexion quickly returned to normal, and even her body was no longer as tense as before, trying to endure the discomfort and pretend nothing was wrong.

Qing'er was completely relaxed, and she wasn't pretending.

If the little girl felt less uncomfortable after asking Qing'er once, it was just a coincidence.

When I asked the second time, Qing'er felt relieved. Was it just a coincidence?

Or maybe I'm just overthinking it. There's no such thing as mysterious magic in the world.

The queen pursed her lips, thinking too much.

No matter whether the little girl from the Lin family is weird or not, as long as it is good for Qing'er, she will protect her!

Before noon, the building materials that Nanny Du mentioned were delivered one after another and unloaded in the open space at the end of the village.

After Madam Du determined the location and range, the men of Yuxi Village immediately came on scene. Under the leadership of Wang Quan, they began to mark out lines and lay foundations and started building houses.

It is right next to the Lin family’s house, all the way to the foot of the Goddess Mountain. All the open space in the middle was included, which is more than four acres.

Because the wages were high, everyone was very motivated. Even the women and servants in the village who had time came with bamboo baskets and winnowing baskets to help for free, clearing the haystacks, bushes and gravel on the ground.

The women of the Lin family were not idle either. They cooked Baixiang tea in a big pot and on a big stove, and carried it over in buckets to quench everyone's thirst and relieve their fatigue.

From the sun rising high in the sky, to the sun setting in the west, and then to the stars and the moon floating in the sky, no one from the Chen Mansion showed up.