Chapter 953: How hurt and wronged she should be

Mrs. Nan took the walking stick and knocked on the floor, "I want to ask you something!"
Nan Bao's head hangs deeper: "...Yes."
The old man was dizzy and almost lost his footing.
She has been teaching her younger generations to be kind and to be kind to others, but she never thought of her most beloved little granddaughter...
She held Madam Ji’s hand and hit Nan Baoyi with the crutches, and said angrily: "Did you forget that you are also a poor child? Have you forgotten your roots? Nan Baoyi, you are Didn't you want to off your grandmother?!"
She was crying while beating.
Nan Baoyi hugged her leg, crying hard.
From childhood to adulthood, grandmother never beat her.
But this time today, it was clearly not her fault, but she was beaten.
It wasn't too painful, but the grievances in her heart were overwhelming. She cried dumbly: "Grandma don't fight...Grandma don't fight..."
The old man couldn't bear the tears of her little granddaughter, and felt terribly distressed.
She wiped her tears and asked, "Do you know what's wrong?"
Nan Baoyi hugged her leg, pressed her small face to her lap, did not speak, but kept crying.
The old man was disappointed, but still holding a ray of hope, he cautiously said: "Go and apologize to Zhou Jialang and the scholars. Let's correct our mistakes and don't help the abuser, okay?"
Nan Baoyi buried her face deeper.
How can she turn her head when she's all reached this point?
She refused, crying hard, calling out to her grandmother, tears wet the old man's skirt.
The crispy roast duck she bought fell on the ground, and the paper bag spread out, revealing the golden and crispy duck. After all this trouble, the duck was also cold.
Mrs. Nan couldn't help choking, her hand holding the cane trembled badly.
That is what she likes to eat, which her Jiaojiao bought specially for her...
The little girl has been pampered since she was little, she was afraid of falling off when she held it in her palm, and she was afraid of dissolving when she held it in her mouth.
With so many outsiders present, she had to endure her distress, and cursed in a deep voice: "It is your first grade official residence, and that is also my granddaughter of the Nan family. Go to the ancestral hall and kneel down, know when you are wrong, and when will you come out? !"
Nan Baoyi wiped away tears.
The long, drooping eyelashes cover the watery eyes.
The pupil was red, but after crying, he was clearer and calmer than ever.
She knows what she is doing.
She only takes a few months.
As long as these months pass, everything will be better...
She took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
She glanced at Zhou Tingsheng, and said stubbornly: "Dao is not conspiring, following the empress is the most correct thing I have ever done in my life. It is impossible for me to apologize!"
The old lady was surprised: "Jiaojiao, are you crazy?!"
Her Jiaojiao didn't dare to say that she was knowledgeable, but she was also a person who distinguished right from wrong. How could she become like this after spending some time in the palace?
Nan Baoyi's heart is cut like a knife, but her mouth is pretentious: "Grandma always loves me, but today she was deceived and deceived by those villains, even hitting me with a cane! Since childhood, you have never beaten me! Nothing, this Home, I don’t want to wait! Try your heart, let’s go!"
She turned and walked out of the hall decisively.
Mrs. Nan's anger was upset, and she fell backward.
Fortunately, Mother Ji and a few maids held her back, so she didn't faint.
Mother Ji choked and shouted: "Fifth girl, what are you talking about? Are you going to be angry with the old lady?!"
Nan Baoyi was standing in the veranda.
The cold wind carried the girl's dark blue light gauze skirt wrapped in cold rain, revealing a bit of cold depression from the heights.
The movement here also attracted other people in the house.
The corridors were full of maids and maids, and people from the two-bedroom and three-bedroom houses rushed over, watching all this in puzzlement.
Jiang was anxious: "The ancestors loved Jiaojiao the most, so why did it suddenly cause trouble?"
Ning Fanhua held her pregnant belly, worried: "Jiaojiao..."
"It should be a matter of the court." Nan Chengli frowned, "I was discussing business in the city today, and I heard about the Heavenly God Stone and the Book of Ten Thousands of Blood. Jiaojiao turned to Empress Shen, and she was afraid that she would be stunned. ."
"You're stunned!" Nan Guang was unhappy, "That's Empress Shen, who is so high above the sky, who doesn't rely on her? Is that useless Xiao Yi? Don't forget, it's all because of the empress, our family. Only to become a family member! Jiaojiao did it right!"
Cheng Yerou hugged Xiao Sui'an and glanced at him: "You only said a few months ago that King Yong is a capable person..."
Everyone whispered.
Nan Baoyi's hands hanging on the side of his legs were already clenched into fists, and his nails pinched out countless crescents from the delicate palms.
She walked into the rain with a calm face.
She turned and knelt, and respectfully knocked her head three times towards the hall.
Regardless of Mother Ji’s screams and grandmother’s yelling curses, and Ning Fanhua’s obstruction, she stepped out of Nanfu with a taste of her heart.
The rain poured on the cheeks, slightly cool.
But his mind is terribly clear.
She had to be tied to Empress Shen's boat, but she didn't want to drag her family to the boat together, and cut off with her grandmother in public. If something happened in the future, she wouldn't cause the courtiers to anger her family.
Zhou Tingsheng was a bit more serious, but his move indirectly helped her...
In front of the mansion gate, raindrops splashed on the bluestone slabs and rippled circles.
The alley was empty, and half a pedestrian was not seen during the rainy season.
She raised her hand and touched her chest, it also seemed empty.
Taste Xin held an umbrella for her and whispered: "One day, everyone in the world will know the grievances of the princess."
Nan Baoyi smiled and said nothing.
Dan Feng's eyes were always filled with shining hope.
"Southern Five."
Someone followed.
Nan Baoyi turned around, Jiang Suihan was holding an umbrella and carrying a medicine chest.
She was stunned, and then smiled: "Brother Jiang is here to ask grandmother for a peace pulse? I just made you laugh."
"Between you and me, what is there to laugh or laugh?" Jiang Suihan didn't care, "ran out hastily, now there is nowhere to go, right? I have a small house in the city, let's go, I will lead you there to settle down ."
...
Jiang Suihan's small house is in the north of the city. It is a small courtyard with two inputs and two outputs, and the wing rooms are clean and quiet.
Nan Baoyi was caught in the rain and had a high fever in the middle of the night.
When Xiao Yi rushed over when he heard the news, he saw the little girl lying in the tent, her face flushed, her mouth opened, and her breathing was a little difficult.
Using the veil to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, he stared at Jiang Suihan displeasedly: "What are you doing there, why don't you prescribe a prescription?"
Jiang Suihan smacked his lips.
He wanted to drive, but Nan Xiaowu was pregnant, where could he take medicine randomly.
He squatted and said: "Actually, the burning is not too serious. Take a cold kerchief and spread the body to dissipate heat. After two days, it will return to normal."
Xiao Yi's brows pressed: "Bake it for two days?!"
Jiang Suihan was so emotional that he felt that his eyes could kill people.