The female-dominated general has gone mad, and the man helps bury the body!

As time went by, Su Hao's face was getting better little by little, and the itching gradually disappeared.

Half a month passed in a flash, during which Shangguan Yuxue was invited to the Prime Minister's Mansion by the Prime Minister.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The old patriarch looked at his grandson with satisfaction, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

I didn't expect that the Seventh Princess looked so young, but her medical skills were so amazing.

"Haha, the Seventh Princess's medical skills are so amazing. It's only been a few days, and my son's complexion has changed so much."

The Prime Minister, Fu Zhong, laughed loudly, with joy in his eyes.

He watched his son's originally pale face gradually have a faint blood color.

The eyes that were originally plain now have spirit.

He was full of gratitude to this little girl.

His Ayang was once personally diagnosed by the respected Master Huiren of Foguang Temple, saying that he was a phoenix.

"Yes, the Seventh Princess said that my son's illness will be cured within half a year."

Master Fu, Li Nian, looked at Fu Chenyang with tears in his eyes and choked.

"My son can finally throw away those bitter medicines."

After fourteen years, there is finally hope.

For the sake of their child's illness, they sent the child to Foguang Temple.

This time he was gone for ten years. Every time he dreamed, he was four years old and looked back every step to get on the carriage.

If they hadn't been able to visit the child every year, he might have collapsed long ago.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glare at Prime Minister Fu fiercely. If he hadn't been flirting with other women everywhere, how could his Ayang be harmed like this while still in his belly.

Prime Minister Fu felt the look in his master's eyes, lowered his head, and touched his nose awkwardly.

"Dad, Achen is fine, don't cry, otherwise you won't be beautiful."

Fu Chenyang walked up to Master Fu, raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on his father's face.

Master Fu glared at him unhappily and smiled.

"You just tease my father."

"Okay, this is a happy event, there is nothing to cry about."

The old patriarch glared at Master Fu, then smiled and waved to Fu Chenyang.

"Ayang, come, come to Grandpa."

Fu Chenyang walked towards the old patriarch with a smile.

The old patriarch took Ayang's hand and sat down beside him, smiling kindly.

"Ayang, what do you think of the Seventh Princess?"

Hearing this, Fu Chenyang was stunned, then his little face turned red, lowered his head, and whispered:

"The Seventh Princess is very good, she is very kind and very powerful."

Fu Chenyang felt warm in his heart when he thought of Shangguan Yuxue.

"Well, do you like her?"

The old patriarch continued.

"I..., Grandpa... Humph, I won't pay attention to you."

Fu Chenyang's face flushed with shame, and he said coquettishly.

"Haha..., okay, Grandpa won't ask anymore."

After speaking, he glanced at Prime Minister Fu.

Prime Minister Fu smiled and nodded.

This Seventh Princess is highly favored by His Majesty. She has already helped His Majesty review memorials at a young age.

The chances of her becoming the crown prince in the future are basically set in stone.

If Ayang marries the Seventh Princess, His Majesty will definitely be happy to see it happen.

However, we still have to wait until Ayang is completely healed.

She can't make wedding clothes for others.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

At this time, a joyful female voice came.

The maid respectfully lifted the curtain.

I saw a woman wearing a sky-blue narrow-sleeved, cross-collared, plain waisted robe, walking in a hurry.

"As soon as I heard the voice, I knew it was you, the monkey."

The old patriarch looked at the person with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, that's because you miss your granddaughter day and night, so you are so familiar with your granddaughter's voice."

Fu Chenxi smiled mischievously and stepped forward to greet each one.

At this time, Fu Chenyang walked forward slowly, knelt down and saluted, and said softly.

"Big sister, how are you?"

Fu Chenxi hurriedly supported him and smiled.

"You must be Ayang, right? We are all family, no need to be polite."

Her brother, who was born of the same mother, had been weak and sick since childhood. His family held him in their hands for fear of dropping him, and held him in their mouths for fear of melting him. She dared not accept his courtesy.

"Why are you alone, and Chenlu and the others?"

As soon as Prime Minister Fu finished speaking, he saw the maid lift the door curtain again, and two women walked in slowly.

"My child, I meet Grandpa, Mom, and Dad."

Several people saluted together.

"Look, isn't he here?"

Fu Chenxi smiled and looked at the Prime Minister, teasing.

Prime Minister Fu glared at her and said helplessly:

"You should also learn from your two sisters, don't be so impetuous all day long."

"Okay, Xi'er just came back, and you're scolding again."

The old patriarch glared at the prime minister, then looked at them lovingly, smiled at the corners of her mouth, and asked softly.

"How is your study recently? Is it hard?"

"Not hard, thank you for your concern, Grandpa."

Several people answered in unison.

The old patriarch smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

He turned his head and looked at Fu Chenyang, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Come, this is your brother Ayang."

Hearing this, several people bowed to Fu Chenyang again.

One of the women stepped forward, took Fu Chenyang's hand, her big eyes smiled into a crescent, and her tone was gentle.

"Brother Ayang, I am your second sister, Fu Chenlu, come and play with me when you have time in the future."

At this time, another woman stepped forward, looked at Fu Chenyang with a smile on her lips, and said softly.

"I am the third sister, Fu Chenxing, welcome brother Ayang home."

Fu Chenyang nodded slightly, smiled faintly, and bent his knees slightly.

"Hello, sisters."

Fu Chenxi looked at Fu Chenyang and patted her chest:

"And me, I am your elder sister, Fu Chenxi, who dares to bully you in the future, come to me, I will never forgive him!"

Everyone was amused by Fu Chenxi's appearance, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

In a remote courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was a sharp contrast with the warmth and liveliness of the main courtyard.

A girl about the same age as Fu Chenxi was rubbing her clothes in her hands.

There were clothes piled up like a mountain next to her.

At this moment, a boy who looked like eight or nine years old walked out of the room slowly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, the little boy held the door frame and coughed desperately.

The girl was startled when she heard the violent cough.

She quickly put down the clothes in her hands and stood up.

While wiping her wet hands back and forth on her body, she ran towards the little boy quickly.

"An An, why did you come out? What's the matter?"

The girl held the boy and asked with a worried tone.

The boy shook his head, with a smile on his lips.

"Sister, I want to help you."

He looked at the pile of unwashed clothes.

Hearing this, the girl patted her chest and smiled confidently.

"Who is your sister? These clothes are nothing."

Then she helped the boy walk into the house and said with a smile:

"Wait for sister to change the silver, and then go buy medicine for An An. When An An is well, help sister, okay?"

The boy looked at the girl apologetically.

"Sister, let go..."

"An An..."

The girl interrupted the boy and said in a serious tone.

"An An, you can't give up. The doctor said that you have a minor illness and you will get better after taking a few doses of medicine."

The girl held the boy's shoulders and looked at him with sad eyes.

"Or... An An also wants to be like Dad and not want sister?"

The boy was startled and hurriedly tried to explain, but was interrupted by another burst of rapid coughing.