Chu Junlan raised his eyebrows slightly. The only one who had led the Chu family, who was born in a military general, was her grandfather, Duke Mao, who had been killed in the battlefield for more than ten years.

But isn’t Chu Feng dead?

Chu Hua sighed and raised his voice and said, "Brother, stop, let's sit down and chat together."

Chu Feng's hand was not slow at all. He swung across a semicircle with a "huh" sound, sweeping the wine jar next to the base of the wall, and only a burst of sharp sounds could be ripped into his heart.

"Ah!" The servants and their aunt Lu were frightened and screamed again.

Mrs. Lu covered her face and was crying.

"There is nothing to talk about! I am a deserter, one is useless to the country and the other is useless to the family. What else can I have to talk about with you?" Chu Feng roared angrily.

"Brother, so many years have passed, why do you have to suffer yourself!" Chu Hua sighed heavily.

"Yes, brother, you have been home for ten years. The past has passed long ago. My father has not deliberately detained you on weekdays. If you feel bored in the mansion, you can go out with your younger brother. I think that if the emperor has acquiesced to it, no one will gossip behind his back, and no one will discuss the matters back then." The third uncle Chu Shan also persuaded him.

Chu Feng stopped moving, like a embarrassed statue standing in place. After a while, the spear fell to the ground with a "clang".

His messy hair was mixed with silver threads, and the frost on his temples could be seen under the night.

"Go out?" Chu Feng shook his head and dragged his heavy footsteps forward step by step. "What am I going out to do? As soon as I go out, countless eyes are staring at me behind me. I will be stared at if I buy something and whether it is connected with someone. What do I do when I go out to do? Will I embarrass the Chu family?"

"Brother, you have to calm your mind. After all, you have been back for ten years. Ten years have passed. Are you still unwilling to let yourself go?"

Chu Feng walked slowly closer, and Chu Junlan saw his face clearly.

He was tall and burly, but his temples were gray and his beard was unshaven and his face was pushed. He could vaguely see a bit of handsomeness unique to the Chu family from his eyebrows and eyes, but that was just vague.

This person seems to be older than his peers, just like his legitimate wife, Lu. He is obviously a forty-year-old, but he looks fifty years old.

"Second uncle, third uncle."

Just then, footsteps came from behind Chu Junlan.

When he turned around, he saw cousin Chu Yang and his wife Liu walking quickly.

Liu's eyes were slightly red, and he kept staining the tears on his face with a veil.

Chu Yang's face was stiff, and he walked quickly to the front, bowed to Chu Hua, and Chu Shan said, "It's a sin to alarm the two uncles."

After saying that, he politely saluted Chu Junlan: "Sister Lan."

"Brother Yang." Chu Junlan bowed and returned the salute.

Chu Yang then turned around and looked at Chu Feng, his lips moved, and after a while, he squeezed out: "Can you stop making trouble?"

Chu Junlan originally thought that Chu Yang would be furious when he saw Chu Feng's big fuss, but in fact, Chu Yang just said this in a negotiating tone.

Chu Feng looked at Chu Yang's literati dress and his forbearing and suppressed expression, and he was completely devoid of his demeanor from the past. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Chu Yang pursed his lips, his straightened back trembled slightly, and the thrust of his throat trembled.

"I know that I can't compare with my son over there. You look down on me and dislike my mother."

"I didn't..."

"But father, you are from Dayong. You have been back for ten years. You can't go back again. No matter how beautiful your wife is there, how smart and smart the children are like you, you can't go back!" Chu Yang smiled sadly, "You have been back for ten years, but how have you lived in these ten years? You complained about yourself, ate wine, and smashed your house. You looked down on me, but you were unwilling to teach me how to become what you like."

"Brother Yang, I don't." Chu Feng shook his head, but it seemed that he had eaten too much wine and his tongue was no longer in control. He stuttered in anxiety and could not speak coherent sentences.

Chu Yang turned around sadly and walked towards the Lü family.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Lu closed her eyes and shook her head repeatedly. The rosary in her hand was twitching, making a slight sound. Tears couldn't stop, and fell along her chin on her clothes, back of her hands and on the rosary.

Chu Yang came from the sadness and turned around and stared at Chu Feng: "Father, you are a great hero, you are a great hero, you don't like a useless son like me, no, you may not expect to have a son like me. Since you are so powerful, why can't you let your wife live a good life? Look at my mother! What did she do wrong again?

"You've just been married to you for a few years. You've died in the battle. She had already given up and pulled me up peacefully, but you came back alive and could still tell us with a shameless face that you also have a baby over there? Then why did my mother stay widowed for twelve years? Ah?

"Okay, since you are back, that's fine, you've been doing well to my mother! What have you done? You tortured my mother for ten years! One day in these ten years, have you put your mind on us mother and son? There's only that in your heart!"

Chu Yang's questioning voices were filled with blood, and the eldest young lady Liu supported her mother-in-law, and the mother and mother were already crying.

Chu Feng seemed to wake up from his wine, his eyes shook his head with red eyes: "I didn't, I didn't, I just..."

"Don't argue! We have seen through you!" Chu Yang said desperately, "If you really want to leave, I will go out and behead you, and I will also send you away? How about sending you to find your wife and children?"

Speaking of this, Chu Yang laughed sarcastically, "I'm afraid that your wife will not be widowed for you for ten years, and your child will not recognize you as a father!"

The courtyard was silent.

After listening to their conversation, Chu Junlan had already learned about what happened that year. Looking at Chu Feng, the three of Lu and Chu Yang, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Chu Feng grabbed his chest, full of regret, and his eyes staggered with redness. Suddenly, he covered his head in pain and fell forward.

Chu Junlan's pupils shrank suddenly, and everyone rushed up just as they were still reacting.

"Ah! Master!"

"Brother! How are you?"

Chu Junlan hurriedly took out the needle pouch from his sleeve and shook it. The pillow pillow with the silver needle rolled up was spreading, inside it was silver needles arranged in size, thickness, length and short.

As everyone rushed forward, she had already pierced Chu Feng's fingers and toes like lightning, and then several needles fell on Chu Feng's head. With a twist of his fingertips, a "buzzing" sound suddenly sounded, causing the courtyard to fall into silence.

Chu Hua, Chu Shan, Chu Yang, Chu Zhan and others were standing there, looking at Chu Junlan with a tense expression. Lu and Liu covered their mouths and whimpered in a low voice. They wanted to get close, but they didn't dare to disturb them, so they could only cry anxiously.

The sound of the phoenix sounds came slowly, not sharp, but very pleasant.

Chu Junlan checked Chu Feng's pulse, put away the needle without hesitation, and then stabbed Chu Feng several times, then said calmly: "Zi Yan."

"Yes, girl."

As soon as Chu Junlan opened his mouth, he found more than twenty kinds of medicinal herbs. Zi Yan also tacitly took out the folded square paper from her arms, and recorded it sloppyly with her eyebrows and eyebrows.

Only Chu Junlan's calm voice could be heard in the yard, and the rustling sound of eyebrows shaping on the paper when recording with Zi Yan.

After saying that, Chu Junlan pondered for a moment. She used a prescription for treating stroke in the part of "Qi Family Secret Records" found on the other side of Xianren Bridge. After carefully checking Chu Feng's symptoms, she added and reduced two more medicines, and then said: "Go and decoct them quickly."

"Oh!" Zi Yan nodded, rushed out quickly, and then hesitated: "Girl, there is no medicine cabinet in the mansion..."

"Yes, yes!" Chu Zhan pulled Zi Yan's wrist and ran out, "Come with me, our family has a good doctor, so naturally I have prepared medicine! Come with me!"

Zi Yan and Chu Zhan were pulled away.

Chu Junlan looked at Chu Feng's eyes and twisted a few silver needles. The sound of the phoenix that had turned into a faint sound became stronger again.

She looked up at Lu Shi, who was tearful and her tight-faced Chu Yang, and said, "My uncle had a stroke, and his head should have had blood vessels ruptured. It should be caused by eating too much wine and being too excited."

Mrs. Lu trembled all over and closed her eyes, and the rosary in her hand turned faster.

Chu Yang staggered back two steps, thanks to Chu Shan supporting the person, otherwise he would almost fall.

"Brother Yang, don't blame yourself too much. It has nothing to do with what you say. It's because my uncle's own mood was not good at all." Chu Junlan took off his big red cloak and covered Chu Feng, then looked at the broken wine jars all over the ground in the yard with some point.

Chu Hua said worriedly: "Sister Lan, your uncle..."

"Don't worry, Father," Chu Junlan, who was squatting beside Chu Feng, raised his head and smiled, and said with curved eyebrows, "I have a way to not let my uncle suffer a stroke."

"That's good, that's good." Chu Hua nodded repeatedly.

The others also breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes changed when they looked at Chu Junlan.

Chu Shan sighed: "The eldest niece is worthy of being a little medical immortal praised by everyone. It is indeed well-known. With you at home, we are not afraid of any disease."

Chu Hua also sighed and bowed three times in the direction of the palace: "Thanks to the emperor's arrangement."

"Yes, yes." Chu Shan also bowed.

Chu Junlan turned around and said, "Uncle is not easy to move now, but the ground is too cold. You can prepare a brazier and bring quilts and the like first."

"Yes, look at my brain." Chu Shan slapped his forehead, "I was shocked. Come and move the quilt and charcoal fire."

"Go to me, I'll go now!" How could the maid from Changfeng Garden let the master move? He rushed into the house and soon came with a quilt to help Chu Feng lay it down, and then placed two charcoal basins next to him.

Chu Junlan kept observing Chu Feng's pulse and sometimes applied needles to him. Her expression never changed and she was very calm. After a stick of incense, there was a mixed sound of footsteps outside, and an old voice with a crying voice.

"My son, my brother Feng!"

Chu Hua's face changed: "Is it my mother? How could it alarm my mother?"

Chu Hua and Chu Shan both hurriedly met.

I saw the old wife of Duke Mao coming quickly with the help of Xu and Ren’s two daughters-in-law. In the winter, a layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Mother, why are you here?"
Chapter completed!