It is April in the world, and when spring is warm and flowers bloom, the flowers in the Song family Chunhui Hall garden are particularly brilliant this year, but there is only the one who appreciates it.

In the past, the person who would enjoy drinking tea in front of the flowers was lying on the bed at this time. Song Zhiyu, Brother Dan and several maids who were serving close to each other were guarding the room. The atmosphere was a bit depressing and heavy.

Brother Dan put Song Ci's hand in the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, looked at the person who was sleeping in bed now, and pursed his lips.

Song Ci entered the stage of her dying state, and her drowsiness became longer and longer. Her thin and pale face was bloodless, which made people feel very distressed.

"Brother Dan, how about mom?" Song Zhiyu asked in a low voice.

Dan Ge'er said, "It's still the same."

Song Zhiyu almost cried out after hearing this, and bit her lip tightly.

Lin Qing walked in and saw the scene. She pursed her lips and stepped out again. Madam Gong followed her out too.

Standing under the ravine and looking at the beautiful begonia in the yard, Lin Qing sighed: "The flowers are blooming well this year, but unfortunately she can't get up to enjoy them."

Song Ci is old and sick. The old disease that has been stale when she was young has consumed a lot of her energy and even her life. In addition, she helped the Queen Mother block the disaster last year and was smashed to death. The already pitiful vitality was consumed by most of the life force, and now she is already exhausted.

Just imagine, the vitality is like a human blood strip. The blood strip has been pulled to the tail, and only a few drops of blood remain. How long can it last?

Song Ci is like this, his blood trough is empty.

She has been able to survive until now for many years, and she has been carefully conditioning her. In addition, she has been practicing herself and using precious medicinal herbs to keep her life alive, so she has lived a few more years.

Madam Gong was in a state of confusion and asked the little maid to take the scissors and said, "If you can't appreciate it, then send it in."

The little maid took the scissors, and Madam Gong personally chose a few branches that were well-developed and cut them out. She asked someone to take a beauty bottle to keep. She was about to send it in, but she saw Mrs. Song and others coming.

Since Song Ci woke up, the time he was getting shorter and shorter, the master of the family basically stayed in this courtyard as soon as he was free, fearing that the old lady would leave suddenly.

Madam Gong gave a blessing to the people and led them in.

When everyone looked at Song Ci, they were silent when they put the beautifully blooming crabapple at the head of the bed.

Lin Qing said, "Madam, it is not suitable to stay in this room for too long, so as not to make the air turbid, which makes her uncomfortable. Madam, you should sit outside."

Everyone went out like water, but Dan Ge'er and Song Zhiyu did not leave, one was bent at the head of the bed and the other was at the end of the bed.

Perhaps because he smelled the fragrance of flowers or heard the noise, Song Ci's eyelids moved and opened her eyes.

Brother Dan immediately leaned over and shouted, "Grandma, are you awake?"

Song Ci flew past him and looked at the bedside, his voice hoarse: "I seem to smell the crabapple flowers."

Song Zhiyu then held the flowers in front of her and smiled and said, "Mom, your nose is spiritual. As soon as Madam Gong cut the flowers in, you woke up."

Song Ci looked at the pink or red crabapple flowers, grinned and said, "The flowers are blooming so well. I want to go to the garden to enjoy the flowers."

The lady wants to enjoy the flowers?

OK, arrange it now.

The people from Chunhui Hall immediately moved, and Madam Song and the others took advantage of Song Ci's washing to make people move several pots of precious flowers to the yard, so that the old lady could enjoy it.
Chapter completed!