Since An Tingyun studied with An Tingxuan, An Tingxuan taught him a method. In fact, he is not stupid, but he is born with a disability in his vocal cords. In addition, he has been autistic since he was a child, and his personality is also very lonely. Later, Mei Yunluo insisted on teaching him how to read and calligraphy, and spent a lot of time on him. At only five years old, he could read an entire medical book by himself.
When An Xiyue heard what her brother said, her eyes turned red and filled with tears. In her past life, she had never known that her brother knew everything and understood everything. It was her sister who ignored him and she was stupid enough to talk to others. They also think he has intellectual problems, "Yooner, don't be afraid, mom will get better."
After a while, Yu Wenjing began to check An Tingyun's physical condition and found that he had no signs of poisoning. The mother-child poison did not pose a life-threatening threat to the male body, but it was still affected to some extent, so he laughed. Said: "The little guy is better at seeing things than your sister. This disciple, the Medical Immortal, accepted him first."
Yu Wenjing said and pinched An Tingyun's chubby face, "The reason why your mother is unconscious is because the poison in her body has been activated. The poison is a living and sinister thing. Now I am a teacher." It can only temporarily suppress the poison and make them dormant, so your mother also entered the dormant state. Now she is no different from a living dead. However, the poison must be removed as soon as possible, otherwise I will not know about the poison. When will he be resurrected? Do you understand?"
An Tingyun nodded quietly, but he avoided Yu Wenjing's pinch on his face. Although he was a master, it was too annoying. He regretted accepting such a careless person as a master, but for the sake of his mother It's all worth it. My sister said that Piaomiao Villa is amazing.
Medical fairy? He is a medical fairy, what a joke. An Tingyun squinted his eyes coldly, obviously not believing it.
After a moment, An Tingyun took out a medical book, quickly searched for two words, and pointed to "suspended death" with his little finger. Suspended death is actually a form of living. He once saw in a miscellaneous note that his His understanding ability is indeed very strong. Yu Wenjing only said it once and he simply summarized it in two words, and he found the corresponding point in a very short time.
Yu Wenjing looked at the medical book in the little guy's hand and felt surprised. He looked a little anxious and muttered: "Fools remember randomly, where did you get this book and why is it in your hands." This is comparable to his handwritten manuscript. Much more valuable.
An Xiyue could see Yu Wenjing's obsession with medicine and did not hide it, so she said: "My grandfather left it. Why, is there any problem?"
Yu Wenjing knew that he couldn't get anything out of An Xiyue's mouth. At most, she understood a little bit, but was not proficient. If she really knew the advanced medical skills and had read the records in this book, this method of suspended animation would... So will she. An Xiyue's understanding was not wrong, but her medical skills could not put people in a state of suspended animation. For Yu Wenjing, this was just a piece of cake.
Before An Xiyue could continue talking, Yu Wenjing picked up the short An Tingyun and disappeared in a flash. He only heard a clear voice left in the air: "I took my apprentice away."
An Xiyue knew that Yu Wenjing's martial arts were unfathomable, but when he heard the voice, he felt like he was thousands of miles away.
"Sister, Yoona was taken away by that weirdo." An Xili chased her out with anxious eyes, but she had already disappeared.
Now An Xili is taking care of An Tingyun every day, and she has already treated him as a relative. She feels that only An Tingyun in this family will not laugh at her identity. Only with this younger brother can she be her true self. , I dare to say anything to him.
An Xiyue smiled: "It's okay, Yoona will be fine, don't worry."
She had heard of the reputation of Piaomiao Villa, but it wasn't that she believed that Yu Wenjing would hurt An Tingyun. He was actually Nangong Yuanyi's friend, so there would be no problem. An Xiyue gradually felt a pang for Nangong Yuanyi. A trust she didn't even realize she had.
There was no news from Yu Wenjing for two days in a row, and An Tingyun seemed to have disappeared from An Mansion. Today, Mrs. Gongsun gave homework to several ladies to practice embroidery, and An Xiyue was not the exception. Ask for a pair of embroidery.
An Xiyue and An Xili each held an embroidered handkerchief and began to embroider seriously. Because An Xiyue had the foundation, she inherited Mrs. Gongsun's double-sided embroidery technique in her previous life. In this life, she can pick up any embroidery at her fingertips, but she can't reveal her identity yet. They can do double-sided embroidery. After all, Mrs. Gongsun only asked them to embroider to find out their background.
Only An Xili embroidered extremely seriously. Even though her fingers were full of pinholes, she didn't want to give up. She had never wanted to do something so seriously. It should be very common for a woman to embroider in such a big family. It is a very difficult thing for An Xili. She has never learned much before. She only learned simple stitches from her mother. She can embroider some flowers and plants. If it comes to any skills, she has no skills at all.
Seeing that An Xiyue had already embroidered a beautiful orchid picture, An Xili became even more anxious: "Sister, if Mrs. Gongsun fails to check my embroidery tomorrow, will she not let me learn it? Or else? …”
An Xili has also seen Mrs. Gongsun's severity in the past few days and knows that she has strict requirements.
After all, An Xili was only twelve years old. She had lived a trembling life since she was a child. She was a little clever, but when she saw the powerful Mrs. Gongsun, she became timid again. She was afraid that she would not be able to continue to study with him, so she was better than others. All have to work harder.
An Xiyue saw her thoughts, and sincerely thanked her for taking care of An Tingyun, and comforted her: "As long as the fifth sister shows her true level, there is still hope."
She knew that An Xili had a good heart. She just wanted to live a good life. In the past, she and her mother relied on Aunt Lin to live. The person she hated the most in her heart was Lin Wan. In fact, she hated herself and her own lowliness. , so she wants to express herself and prove herself. This kind of mentality is normal, but if there is no one to correct her, she will go further and further until she finally goes astray.
"Don't embroider tonight, practice calligraphy for a while, and let yourself be quiet." An Xiyue's face turned cold and she said in a deep voice.
"I don't, I have to embroider one again. Mrs. Gongsun will be angry if the embroidery is not good." An Xili stubbornly inserted the needle and pulled out the thread, her two pairs of fingers were already full of scratches, and her thin face was full of stubbornness.
"You can't embroider well no matter how hard you work. Embroidery can't be accomplished overnight if you work hard. It requires long-term practice and accumulation of experience. Fifth sister, please go back tonight."
An Xiyue softened her tone, thinking that in her previous life, she wanted to achieve something overnight and let him see her results as quickly as possible, but the master punished her for a whole month and was not allowed to use needlework, and kept asking her to practice calligraphy to stabilize herself. However, she was eager to embroider a gift for her husband with her own hands. She would get up quietly in the middle of the night to embroider. Even if she lit an oil lamp, she still had to practice double-sided embroidery. Today she came to persuade others.
