Ding Qingjin was indecisive and immediately said goodbye to Luluo.

Luluo looked at Ding Qingjin pitifully, reluctant to leave, but could do nothing.

Shuhu had something to do in his heart and did not dare to stay any longer. He hurried to Wu County with Ding Qingjin.

Along the way, Shahu was meditating, and Xiuchang's eyebrows were frowning tightly. The little lady Qiao was weak. Since the young man left, it has been repeated several times. Many famous doctors have been postponed, but the treatment has been fruitless. If the little lady Qiao lost a person, she will definitely feel sad when the young man returns...

well!

Broken Lake let out a breath, sighed a long time, lifted the curtain, secretly felt a little sore in the eyebrows, and stretched out his thumb and index finger to pinch it. Over the past six months, the Liu family of Huating has built two different villages together. For all major events, she and Yang Shaoliu decided that Yang Shaoliu is now in charge of Jiankang, and the affairs of Wu County are all dependent on her, four villages and more than two thousand people. They need to pay attention to everything, which is really difficult for her.

The next day, the group arrived at the Liu Family Manor in Wuxian. When Shuhu entered the lake, he did not see his mistress, so he rushed to Qiao Family again. When the ox cart was about to approach Qiao Family Manor, the drizzle rose again and gently slapped the curtain. Shuhu stretched out his hand from the corner of the curtain, and his palms were slightly cold.

...

In the cold season, the graceful osmanthus road, the floating raindrops, the foggy manor, and the verdant lotus pond are just like a painting.

The sunny scenery in the painting is unintentional. He holds the rain stirrup and walks through the lotus pond quickly. His eyebrows are locked tightly, his skirt is wet by the rain, and his eyes are filled with tears. He steps into the moon cave, uncovers the Xiangfei curtain, and walks gently into the room. As soon as he enters the room, warm heat comes to his face. He stands in the outer room for a few breaths, and then walks into the inner room with his hands and feet, and whispers: "My mother Liu, the broken lake is here."

The mustard fragrance in the room is floating slowly, the orioles are red and the swallows are green, and clever thoughts and paintings are on both sides, and Lannu and Miaoge are also there.

Mrs. Liu sat by the bed and wiped the corners of her eyes with a scarf. When she heard Broken Lake coming, she turned around and looked a little happy, and asked, "Broken Lake, where are the people?"

"As soon as I arrived at the village, my maid ordered someone to take it into Languiyuan."

Liu Shiqi asked: "Why don't you come here?"

Yan Hua glanced at the snow-white curtain and said softly: "Miss Mother, the little lady of the bridge is weak and should not be disturbed. What if we go to see Broken Lake first and wait until the little lady of the bridge wakes up, then come?"

"Yes, yes, it's not admonishing you!"

Liu responded in succession, looked back at the little man on the bed, and felt more and more sad, and tears were about to fill his eyes. Yanhua and Qisi looked at her right, and she was afraid that she would be too sad, so she helped her up from left to right and walked slowly outdoors.

Liu turned around three times in one step, and was extremely reluctant to leave.

After going all out, Qingyan closed the window, closed the Xiangfei curtain, walked to the side of the low desk, poured the ash in the incense burner, lit a new incense, and fanned it with his hand, and the faint fragrance seemed to be there and there.

He picked up the small warm stove on the table, walked into the snow gauze tent with his hands, stuffed the small warm stove into the corner of the cloth quilt, and gently touched the little lady's small jade feet with his hands. It was slightly warm and not cold. Qing Yanshu let out a breath, leaned beside the bed, staring at the sleeping little lady deeply, praying in his heart: "Emperor Shangguan, please, let my little lady wake up soon. She has been sleeping for three days, so she can't sleep anymore..."

Perhaps the Three Officials Emperor heard her prayer, and Qiao Yousi's eyelashes trembled.

"Is the little lady awake?"

Qingyan called out a light call, then blinked and rubbed it with her hands to confirm that the little lady was not awake. She was dazzled. The little lady's face was so small, as white as snow, it must be cold, and her brows were slightly frowning. Thinking of it, Qingyan walked to the fireplace and added some carbon into it, thinking: What Liu Langjun said, you need to open the window to add carbon...

"Qingyan..."

The general walked to the window, and a faint call came from behind him. Qingyan trembled his eyelids and pushed the window without looking back.

"Qingyan..."

Another sound, Qingyan heard it clearly, and suddenly turned around and saw the little lady sitting by the bed, tilting her head to look at her. At that moment, Qingyan's mouth opened inch by inch, but her eyes became redder and redder.

"Little lady!!"

With a soft cry, Qingyan ran to the bed, knelt down, held the little lady's hand, and murmured: "Little lady, Xiaoma, it's sunny, it's sunny, it's sunny, it's sunny, it's sunny..." She couldn't speak, she knew that whenever the little lady woke up, she would be confused. Recently, the little lady was seriously ill, and occasionally she would forget that she was sunny.

"Qingyan..."

After a long time, Qiao Yousi's eyes faded away layer by layer, and her eyes were as clear as water. She smiled slightly, walked out of bed, walked to the window, took a deep breath of the fresh air outside the window, looked at the flying rain, and said softly: "How many days have I slept?"

Qingyan took out the food box and placed the exquisite food on the table. She said while placing it: "It's been three days, and the little lady must be hungry. Qingyan has prepared a lot of food, which is what the little lady likes."

"Oh, one more day than last time..."

"Gululu..."

A slight sound suddenly broke out, Qiao Yousixiang's shoulders trembled, and her snow-white little face suddenly turned red, holding her lower abdomen, looking a little embarrassed. At this time, she was extremely beautiful, her whole body was as snow as snow, her hair was as black as ink, like an elf of snow, both delicate and fragile.

...

Lan returned to the courtyard.

Sailhu and Liu and others sat in the room. On the short table was a stack of paper rolls, and the white paper was covered with small regular scripts of silk hairpins and flowers. The content was messy, either a small poem, a phrase, or a simple painting.

Broken Lake stared at the people in the painting. Although she had not colored or carefully described the spirit, she could tell at a glance that this was the little husband. And those poems were also related to the little husband.

The reason why Liu ordered her to come quickly was that she could make an idea. The little lady Qiao was getting worse and worse, and her sleeping days were better than her day. They all knew that it would be difficult for her to last.

The room was silent and no one spoke.

Liu's eyes were red and she looked at Broken Lake, her own heart was already in chaos.

Shuhu took a breath, rolled up the paper on the table, pondered for a moment, and asked softly: "Miss Mother, how many days will the little lady of Qiao wake up? How much energy will she wake up?"

"This is to wake up and sleep, and sleep more often than wake up..." Liu was confused, shocked and injured, so where did he count the days.

He carefully studied the painting, thought about it, and replied, "Every ten days, I will sleep again. It was one day, two days, this time it has been three days. When I woke up, I was in good spirits, but my body was weak."

Qisi glanced at the corner of the paper scroll and frowned and said, "The disease is caused by the heart. The little lady Qiao's illness is probably caused by missing the little brother too much. In the previous episode, when Bao Xiangu came, he said, "If you are content with your heart, you should be fine. However, if you repeat it again, it may be in danger." I discussed with my mistress. In the past, it was because the North Road was blocked. Why not let the little lady Qiao go to Shangcai together? When you meet Shangcai, maybe, maybe you will feel relieved."

Shangcai...

Shuhu raised his eyebrows and looked at her, and said to Liu Wanfu: "Miss Mother, Shangcai is a thousand miles away, and the itinerary will take at least a month. Can the little lady Qiao be a weak person? Secondly, after all, Qiao Xiaoma and Xiaolangjun have not yet been formally hired. This move is rude! Thirdly... Is the little lady Qiao Xiaoma? Besides, does Qiao Xiaoma know about this? Moreover, what should the young lady know about this?"

"this……"

Liu's expression was suddenly stunned, and his hand holding the tea bowl shook. She was originally a person who lacked his opinion. When Qiao Si secretly instigated, she felt that she should have sent Qiao Yousi to Shangcai, and Xing Xu had improved. But now, listening to the meticulous knowledge of Suihu, Huangjue had so many connections, and immediately lost his mind.

Thinking of Qiao Yousi's snow-white face and a body as weak as willow catkins, Liu's tears fell down and he murmured: "What should I do? When Hutou left in the past, he repeatedly reminded You Si that he was weak and should be raised well. Ruo, when Hutou returned, he had not seen anyone, wouldn't he be sad... Alas, my son... Hutou... You Si... Hutou... Hutou..."

"Miss mother, don't hurt me!"

"Miss Mother, don't be hurt, maybe Miss Qiao will be fine in a few days..."

"Miss Mother, be careful..."

She cried so randomly, and no one in the room dared to straighten her body. She cleverly thoughts, and she studied paintings, Lan Nu and Miao Ge all knelt together, and persuaded her to coax her, but she couldn't stop her tears. Instead, it made Liu's heart more and more sad. In her heart, the son was the one she loved the most, followed by Qiaoyousi, who had lost her mother since childhood.

Qiao Si glared at Broken Lake and said angrily: "Broken Lake, sister, the big manager! Now the little lady of Qiao is in danger, why are she so many etiquettes? Besides, Qiao knows the matter between the little man and the little lady of Qiao. Our Liu family also knows why they are not polite? Could it be that if the little lady of Qiao dies, how can they face the big manager? If this is the case, when the little man returns, what will the big manager face?!"

"Share Lake, sister, the little lady of the bridge, you can't delay it." Lan Nu looked at the Share Lake deeply, pausing word by word.

Liu also held Broken Lake's hand and said sadly: "Broken Lake, I don't know about Broken Lake, but, you have followed Tiger Head since childhood, and you should know the heart of Tiger Head. Tiger Head is different from others when you wait for traveling! Different from others... You are smart and clever, and you think of a way to be as beautiful as everything, can you? Don't have a heart for him, day, and in the future..."

"Miss Mother!!"

Hearing this, the Broken Lake was like being struck by lightning, crawling on the ground, her shoulders trembled endlessly, holding it to the point of not letting the tears roll out, and her mind turned around in an instant. After a while, she slowly raised her head and slowly swept across the women in the room. She paused on Liu's body and said softly: "Miss Mother, if you want to do everything in this matter, I am afraid that it will be on the little lady of Qiao. If she doesn't want to, no one can do anything about it." At this point, she paused and said calmly: "However, my maid thinks about it, there is someone who may be persuaded."

Liu hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"

"Young mistress!"

"ah?!"

All the girls were shocked. How could the young mistress be so generous? Even the Broken Lake was almost suspicious of Liu, let alone the dignified Lu girl, the future young mistress of Liu's family in Huating!

At this time, Miaoge, who had been silent, blinked and said softly: "This is reasonable for the great manager, maybe the young mistress can persuade him."

"My mistress is just lenient, so my maid set off and went to Huating to pay homage to the young maid. Following the maid, the young maid will arrive."

Broken Lake kowtowed to Liu's third-degree tribute, then slowly stood up, held hands, and left silently. When he was no one, he held the tung oil stirrup and looked up at the sky. The drizzle hit his face, his face was wet, and it was impossible to tell whether it was rain or tears.

After a little slow, he reached out and slid his hand to face the ox cart. He took Yingge's hand and got into the cart, and said in a deep voice: "Go to Huating, Lu Manor."

"Sister Broken Lake, look."

Suddenly, the oriole roared outside the curtain.

When I opened the corner of the curtain when I saw someone holding tung oil stirrups in the vast rain, walking slowly by the lotus pond. The snow gauze is like fog, the blue shoes are like butterflies, and the green lotus is green and clear. When it is extremely beautiful, it is hard to describe it.

When the faint fragrance of soul was embedded in the painting from afar, Shuhu closed his eyes and murmured: "Little man, I will definitely not let you down... The little lady of the bridge, please follow your side..."

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Chapter completed!