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The breeze blew by, the petals swayed gently, and Jimo Zhiqiu spoke calmly with that unparalleled beautiful face.

He said, "Go and follow up on the attitudes of the clan elders towards the Wuwang Sect. Do they advocate a fight or peace?"

However, those old guys are too self-righteous. They all want to maximize their own interests and are unwilling to suffer losses. This is not good.

After the maid ran over, Jimo Zhiqiu put down the things in his hand and quickly came to the gate of Jimo Yan's courtyard. The gate of Jimo Yan's courtyard was ajar, but the gate was dilapidated and could not be closed. Jimo Yan did not make any request, and the people in the mansion would not take the initiative to change the gate for her.

"Little aunt." Jimo Zhiqiu pushed open the dilapidated courtyard door. The door creaked, swayed and was slowly pushed open. Jimo Zhiqiu saw a large courtyard.

The yard is full of flowers, birds, animals, green pavilions and everything in between. Jimo Zhiqiu accidentally passed by here once when he was a child and was quite surprised to see such a large yard.

The scene at that time shocked her greatly. She had never thought that there was a large courtyard with an area of ​​half a mansion here, and that there were only two people living in this large courtyard, a master and a servant. The owner of the courtyard was a stunning woman, and when she smiled, she was very gentle, like a lotus under the warm sun. Jimo Zhiqiu did not know that she was the sister of the previous owner of the family, but only thought that she was an older sister in the family because she looked too young.

The reason why Jimo Zhiqiu grew flowers in the yard was also because of the influence of Jimo Yan. She would occasionally get some seedlings from the flowers planted by Jimo Yan and plant them in her own yard, taking care of them carefully bit by bit, and enjoying the process of growing a small seedling into a flower.

There was no human voice in the yard except for the sounds of birds, insects, fish and animals. Jimo Zhiqiu stepped into the yard with a puzzled look on his face. The air in the yard was fresh and pleasant, with a faint fragrance of flowers lingering around his nose. On both sides of the path was an artificial stream, the stream was gurgling, and it was extremely clear. You could see fine white sand at the bottom of the stream, and the size of each grain of sand was very uniform. There were emerald green water plants growing on the edge of the riverbed, and faint blue dots appeared in the water plants. Those blue dots were the blue shrimps hidden in the water plants.

There was a big commotion outside, but here it was still peaceful and tranquil. Jimo Zhiqiu walked along the green jade path, and a snow-white rabbit jumped out from the flowers. The rabbit seemed not to have expected someone to come, so it stood there in a daze, staring for a long time, and then quickly scurried back into the flowers.

"This rabbit?" Jimo Zhiqiu looked at the rabbit that had disappeared into the flowers. Why did she feel that the rabbit looked at her with contempt? It was really strange.

"Auntie Rong." Jimo Zhiqiu called the old servant's name again. He called several times but heard no sound. After thinking about it, he gave up calling. Maybe the master and servant were in the backyard. After all, the yard was very big, and the distance from the front yard to the backyard was far, so he really couldn't hear any sound.

In the backyard, Rong's mother put the cut vegetables on the ground, and soon some herbivorous birds rushed over, scrambling to peck at the food. Rong's mother looked at the birds kindly, and began to point at them one by one, "You all eat more and lay more eggs. Miss Yan has lost weight recently, so she should be nourished. If they don't lay eggs, there's no point in keeping them. We can just use them to make soup for Miss Yan."

The birds seemed to understand what Rong Ma said. They were stunned for a moment, and then immediately started scrambling to peck at the food again.

Jimo Yan was carrying a basket filled with eggs from various birds, including chicken eggs, duck eggs, goose eggs, geese, quail..., big and small, in various shapes and colors.

"Mother Rong, I heard someone calling me." Jimo Yan was wearing a snow-white dress. The fabric of the dress shone with a light golden glow in the sun. She walked lightly and her eyes were beautiful.

Rong's mother scattered all the chopped vegetables on the ground, and sprinkled some cornmeal bran, then slowly raised her head, thinking: "It should be someone calling, I just heard it too."

Although I heard it, I didn't want to go and see. There were only two people who could come to this yard, and the others were unwilling to come.

"I wonder if Long Yue is here." Jimo Yan smiled happily when she talked about Long Yue. "She hasn't been here for a few days. I miss her."

As he spoke, he handed the basket in his hand to Rong's mother and said, "I'll go take a look first. Don't keep her waiting for too long."

Rong's mother took the basket from Jimo Yan and sighed. Longyue was Jimo Yan's child who died young. The child's name was Longyue. When Jimo Yan was unconscious, she would mistake children who were about the same age as Longyue for Longyue and said, "If Miss Longyue is here, she should be waiting in the hall in the front yard. Don't worry, Miss Yan. Since she is here, she will definitely wait for Miss Yan."

She thought that Jimo Yan was stimulated and had some mental abnormalities, but she never thought that she herself had some mental abnormalities.

While Rong's mother was carrying the basket of eggs, she lowered her head and grabbed a plump duck, muttering, "This one is fatter, kill it and make soup for Miss Yan."

Jimo Yan ran to the front yard in a good mood. She saw a red figure and thought it was Zhou Yun. She said excitedly, "Long Yue, you are here."

Jimo Zhiqiu was holding a grey puppy in his arms. The puppy was obviously a hybrid breed, with a bit of wolf-like fierceness, and even the way it wagged its tail was very stiff.

"Aunt Yan, I said I am Zhiqiu, not Longyue." When Jimo Zhiqiu was a child, Jimo Yan mistook her for Longyue, but later Jimo Yan said that she had made a mistake because Jimo Zhiqiu was nothing like her Longyue.

Jimo Yan nodded repeatedly, "Yes, you are right, you are not Long Yue, I am being presumptuous, Long Yue is very beautiful, she is younger than you, at first glance, she is very cute."

Jimo Zhiqiu: Thank you, I am offended!

"You are not Long Yue, who are you?" Jimo Yan tilted her head slightly, looking a little mentally retarded. It should be something like hereditary mental retardation.

"I'm Zhiqiu." Every time Jimo Zhiqiu came to this courtyard, Jimo Yan could never remember who she was, so she had to introduce herself again every time.

Even so, Jimo Yan was not impatient, and always asked her who she was, and was very kind every time. She would patiently ask her who she was again.

Jimo Yan thought for a moment, and her eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh, I know, you are Zhiqiu."

Jimo Zhiqiu felt deeply comforted and said, "Grandma Yan, you finally remembered me."

"I actually don't quite remember, you just said you were Zhiqiu." So if you say yes, then that's it, I don't plan to be friends with you anyway.