Chapter 8: Hand stretched

After tossing once, An Xia's status in the mansion has risen, and even Mrs. An dare not embarrass it easily.
At dinner, Aunt Zhao said that she did not feel unwell, and An Si did not show her face.
An Xia looked at An Shucheng and sneered in her heart. This dad who puts interests first, she is really not rare, but the identity is here and cannot be changed.
Because of the stimulation, Aunt Zhao and An Si did not show up, but Madam An did not even come to dinner, which made An Xia a little worried.
"Daddy, where's my mother?" An Xia looked at An Shucheng, her face warm and gentle, her tone was very soft, and the same as before, without the madness of being outside the house in the daytime.
An Shucheng was stunned for a moment. He also seemed to understand something. In the morning, An Xia was forced by Aunt Zhao to be like that. After all, the dog would jump over the wall when he was anxious.
If An Xia had any scheming, An Shucheng didn't believe it either.
The mood also eased a little, and he said, "I am not feeling well, I have already invited the doctor."
This An Shucheng's attitude can be said to have changed extremely quickly. Now that the incident has set him on fire, he is fully guarded against Aunt Zhao, mother and daughter, so Madam An does not seem to be as ruthless as before.
Hearing that Mrs. An was not feeling well, An Xia was also a little anxious. After eating, she hurried over.
The doctor had already prescribed the medicine. At this time, the girl in Mrs. Ann's yard was making medicine. Mrs. Ann's face was a little pale and lying on the couch, she smiled slightly when she saw An Xia coming.
"Mother, what do you think? Is it uncomfortable?" An Xia asked in a low voice as soon as he came over, anxious on his face.
"I'm sick, it's okay." Madam An beckoned, motioned An Xia to sit down, and sighed as she shook her hand: "It's all useless to make you suffer."
It seems that she still knows what happened at the mansion, that she is powerless.
Hearing Mrs. An's words like this, An Xia felt warm. After all, someone still cared about him, that was enough.
The servant brought the medicine, and An Xia personally took it. The smell of the medicine was a little bit choking. An Xia's brow furrowed, her eyes darkened, and she stared at the girl who brought the medicine: "Is this the medicine from the mansion?" "
The girl was taken aback, shivered, and nodded vigorously: "Miss, this is the medicine that was caught from the housekeeper according to the doctor's prescription."
An Xia smelled the black medicine again, her face turned green, "Which doctor prescribed the prescription?"
"The medical officer in the palace, what's the matter?" Mrs. An was also a little puzzled, looking at An Xia.
"No, nothing, this medicine is so bitter, how can my mother drink it down." An Xia looked at Madam An’s pale face for a moment, only to feel that she was too obvious just now, and she could not suppress her anger. As he said, he glared at the fellow: "Hurry up and get some preserves."
In fact, An Xia's heart was also a little blocked at this time, and even the imperial physician in the palace was involved in this matter, which made her feel a little powerless.
At first glance, Mrs. Ann's status seems to be not low, and there are not many people who can let the emperor's doctor see a doctor in person, but this medicine can kill his wife without knowing it.
When the time comes, who can still suspect an imperial doctor.
"Mother, where do you feel uncomfortable?" An Xia put the medicine bowl away, and stepped forward to beat her back for Madam An.
"Lack of energy, tired." Mrs. An has never disputed world affairs, and she didn't care much about An Xia's suspicion.
She also understood that with the current situation she couldn't fight for anything.
An Xia nodded, and asked about Mrs. An's current situation, and left. After returning to the yard, he ordered Hongye to check Mrs. An's prescription.
Licorice and Daphne flower were discovered. These are the eighteen anti-crimes recorded in "Confucianism". The medical officer of Tangtangtai Hospital can even prescribe this kind of prescription. It is difficult for people to doubt.
It took great pains to reach out to the hospital.
Immediately, An Xia found the girl in Mrs. An's yard, and re-prescribed it. She asked her to take the medicine outside and grab the medicine again, so that no one could be disturbed. The medicine prescribed by the hospital continued to boil, and then secretly poured it out.
After all this was arranged, An Xia returned to the yard, her face a little ugly.
"Miss, what's the matter?" Hongye also didn't understand, "Madam's medicine?"
"Don't ask too much, right, is Aunt Zhao sending someone to give lotus soup every day?" An Xia knew that Aunt Zhao would not be at ease, her minions were everywhere.
"Yes." Hongye is not surprising. This is the rule of the house. After dinner every day, the fire room will send a bowl of lotus seed soup to each yard. It was originally arranged by Mrs. An, but now it is all arranged by Aunt Zhao.
"Send it to Ansi first, and then send me here." An Xia squinted her eyes, and based on her understanding of Aunt Zhao, she would never let go of any chance of harming herself.
Even Mrs. Ann's medicine, she can do tricks, let alone a small bowl of lotus seed soup, it is easier for her to intervene in Fucheng.
Hongye nodded. This is the year. Although An Xia is the eldest daughter of a direct descendant, her status in the house is not as good as An Si.
Of course, this is not necessarily the case after today. The matter in the morning has already caused An Si to be infamous. The rumors are very ugly. If they were replaced by someone else, they would have been hit and killed.
And the fire in the wood house even made Aunt Zhao out of favor.
An Xia whispered a few words in Hongye's ear, then Hongye smiled and left. </p>