The old nanny choked at her words and showed a fierce look for a moment, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by Qianguang's exclamation.
"Oh, my lady's forehead is so cold."
The old grandma stepped forward and took a look.
She could see clearly this time.
She felt a little thump in her heart.
Why was the second lady's face so pale?
Could it be that something had really happened?
Qian Guang struggled to help Shen Yinqiu up.
She only planned to let her master catch the cold and not end up like this.
She could no longer care about her tone and shouted loudly at the old nanny: "Mommy, what are you doing standing here?
Why don't you hurry up and inform the madam to ask the doctor to come over?
If anything happens to the second lady, you are the only one to ask."
The old grandma's heart sank, and she wanted to argue with this damn girl, but her reason prevailed, and she snorted loudly, and quickly went out to call someone.
In the east courtyard, Ms.
Zhang was talking to her daughter about herself.
She thought that her daughter would get married and leave her soon.
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became.
Just as she sighed, the maid informed that the second young lady was in poor health and was unconscious in the ancestral hall.
Zhang's sentimentality disappeared.
She glanced at the maid and said slowly, "Oh, what's going on?"
The maid couldn't tell what the situation was, so she just recounted the original words.
Mrs.
Zhang had no reaction after hearing this.
It would be best if Shen Yinqiu died of illness.
It was really an eyesore.
Shen Jinqiu listened and smiled, "Mom, she can't hold on anymore after only two days.
We don't care about her for now and let her die of illness.
After all, it was her father who ordered her to go to the ancestral hall, not us."
Mrs.
Zhang glanced at her angrily and comforted her: "Mom, I know you hate that stinky girl, but everyone has already reported to me.
If you don't care about me anymore, the responsibility will fall on me.
The days are still long, and the most important thing right now is you."
You don’t have to worry about other things, my mother will make the little devil kneel down and beg for mercy.”
Shen Jinqiu said yes on the face, but couldn't help but murmur in his heart: She is a good mother in everything, but she is too timid and worries about this and that.
If she is asked to say, if Shen Yinqiu, a concubine, dies, I am the master.
Mother, she also has the only legitimate son and daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace under her knees, and she is afraid that someone will take her wife's name away from her.
She did not show her displeasure, and could only listen to Mrs.
Zhang asking the maid to take Shen Yinqiu back to the courtyard, and then go to the street to find a doctor.
Originally, Ms.
Zhang wanted to go there in person.
After all, she was the mistress.
Now that the situation was unclear, it was better not to make excuses.
Although her only son is smart, she still said that her son should focus on his official career, not the backyard of the family.
If the master finds out, he will be angry and disappointed.
But Shen Jinqiu refused to let her go, even resorting to coquettishness.
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What else could she do?
In this way, Shen Yinqiu was helped back to Liuluoyuan and a doctor was invited, but to no avail.
This time the people in Liuluoyuan are going crazy again.
Mr.
Liu also came from the West Courtyard and stayed there all afternoon, but one doctor after another came, and each one sighed and shook his head and left.
Shen Jinqiu originally suspected that Shen Yinqiu was pretending to be ill, so he sent an eye liner to follow him.
When he heard the news, he laughed so much that tears flowed out.
Sure enough, God opened his eyes, and Shen Yinqiu was in trouble and could not live in peace.
"Mom, we can't let Shen Yinqiu be so lucky this time.
Let's give her a gift."
Both Zhang and her knew what this meant.
"Look again and again.
If she doesn't wake up tomorrow, then let her get relief."
Madam Zhang didn't doubt that Shen Yinqiu was pretending to be ill.
The sky was three feet frozen, and there was only a moldy quilt in the ancestral hall.
She didn't freeze to death at night, it was a fortune teller.
I thought frightening Leng Xing would drive her crazy.
They were laughing and talking happily here, but naturally they were looking sad on the other side of Liuluoyuan.
Mrs.
Liu had to take the initiative to seek peace with Shen Linru, and then sent a letter asking him to help invite an imperial doctor.
Unexpectedly, there was no news, and the sun was about to set.
It would not be good if it continued like this, so she sent people to rush to ask for help from her two brothers in Beijing.
But for some reason, there was still no news.
Ms.
Liu had never felt so helpless in her life.
She slumped down next to Shen Yinqiu, thinking about the doctors who were apologizing and shaking their heads to leave, covering her face with her hands and lowering her head.
Even though she expressed her determination to marry Shen Linru and was slapped by her mother, she had very little contact from then on and never felt so desperate.
Because at that time, the three brothers all helped Shen Linru to pursue an official career intentionally or unintentionally, which shows that they still care about her, but now, one or two
Qingliu patted her master's back distressedly at the side.
It was not the first time she saw her master like this.
After a moment of silence, he comforted: "Don't worry, Miss.
Maybe the eldest and second young masters were too busy to read the letter."
Mrs.
Liu chuckled, her voice was very low and hoarse: "What are you doing to comfort yourself?
The person who sent the message all holds the Liu family's token.
You don't know what the token means?"
How could Qingliu not know that the token represented an urgent matter of 100,000 yuan, and the entire Liu Mansion only had 5 yuan left.
The old lady, the three young masters, and her young lady each had one yuan.
Time passed by and night fell.
Mrs.
Liu stared at Shen Yinqiu on the hospital bed and stood up.
She could no longer sit there and wait for death.
She had to find Shen Linru no matter what and asked him to find an imperial doctor.
"You guys take good care of me here.
You stay here, Qing Bao.
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If anything happens, send someone to notify me."
After saying that, she glanced at Qian Yu, who was sitting under the bed and frowning, checking Shen Yinqiu's pulse.
He walked away with long strides, his footsteps hurried, completely lacking his usual grace.
The wind howled into the night, and the maids around Shen Yinqiu were guarding him sleeplessly.
In the middle of the night, the surroundings fell into a kind of silence.
The four maids who were worried about their master guarding the room suddenly fell to the ground without even making a sound.
A dark shadow quietly came in from the window, and with nimble movements, it went straight to Shen Yinqiu's bed.
Combine the two and tap Shen Yinqiu's acupuncture points a few times.
The unconscious man coughed and slowly opened his eyes.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
He turned around and went to the table to pour a glass of warm water and bring it over.
Shen Yinqiu called Brother Yan, and then stayed for a long time, staring at the familiar bed tent and smelling the familiar smell.
She gradually realized that she came out and moved her numb hands and feet.
She slowly sat up on the bed board and saw the ground.
The maid was stunned: "Brother Yan, they" "It's okay, I'll wake up in half an hour."
Wan Qiyan handed the warm water to her, and Shen Yinqiu thanked him and took it in small sips.
"Brother Yan, what are you doing?
I seem to have returned to the courtyard from the ancestral hall as soon as I closed my eyes."
Last night, she originally wanted to blow the cold wind on the long street to get a high fever, but Brother Yan said that he had a way, for some reason. trust, she had no objection.
Thinking about it now, it was really a big gamble.
If Brother Yan had evil intentions, she would probably die this time.
But luckily she won the bet Wan Qiyan stood in front of the bed and said: "I just sealed a few of your acupuncture points and untied them within a fixed period of time.
If they are not untied, it will be harmful to the body."
Shen Yinqiu said oh, and then didn't know what to say.
She looked at Wan Qiyan, whose face with the silver mask was always cold, exuding the aura of keeping strangers away.
The more curious you become, the more curious you become.
Shen Yinqiu took the initiative for the first time and said, "Brother Yan, can I see your face under the mask?"
She believes that such a cool person must have the same appearance as in the storybook, or maybe he has injuries on his face, but he is still cool.
Wan Qiyan didn't even think about it and shook his head decisively in refusal.
Shen Yinqiu was troubled for a while and did not force anyone to make things difficult for him.
He just asked, "Brother Yan will appear again in the future."
Wan Qiyan was silent for a while before nodding.
"Are you always around me or do you come to see me occasionally?"
Shen Yinqiu tilted his head, and his previously pale face began to turn rosy, probably out of shame.
Wan Qiyan didn't want to deceive her, so he shook his head and said, "No, I will come occasionally."
Shen Yinqiu's eyes were filled with sadness and he let out a sigh.
Wan Qiyan still had things to deal with.
Seeing her like this, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, making it even messier.
But beauty is beauty.
In this world where faces are judged, messy hair is the opposite.
Shen Yinqiu looks cute.
Wan Qiyan's heart moved.
He retracted his hand and took out a pastry from his arms.
"After eating this, you can sleep for a while.
I have to leave beforehand."
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Shen Yinqiu's eyes lit up, he took the cake and thanked him, and said with an innocent face: "Brother Yan is a good person and will do his best.
You have to watch me finish eating and take this remnant away with you, otherwise they will get suspicious."
There was some truth in what she said.
Wan Qiyan thought that it was not suitable for her to go to the ground and it would be inconvenient for her to throw things away, so he nodded and motioned for her to eat.
Shen Yinqiu ate extremely slowly, and from time to time he raised his head and smiled at Wan Qiyan.
She has always loved cakes and she doesn't know how to eat them now.
She has to think of some way to keep Brother Yan.
It's just like what is said in the storybook.
No matter how a boudoir girl and a wanton hero get together, there is nothing they can say. chat.
Life is indeed not a matter of words, and my grandmother certainly did not bully me.
Wan Qiyan obviously paid great attention to these seven or eight pastries, and there was no repetition, so it would not be easy to get tired of eating them.
Shen Yinqiu finished her meal in less than a quarter of an hour even if she ate slowly.
Wan Qiyan stepped forward and took a wet towel from the side to wipe her hands.
He took back the leftovers and paused: "I'm leaving."
Without waiting for Shen Yinqiu to speak, he disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye.
He only heard a soft crack outside the window and the window was closed slightly.
This small gesture really made Shen Yinqiu dumbfounded and made her heart warm.
She sat in a daze and thought to herself, in fact, Brother Yan is a really good person.
He is a good martial artist and a good person.
Apart from being a bit troubled by his unclear background, he has no shortcomings.
He seems to like him a little bit. etc.
Shen Yinqiu threw herself down on the quilt.
How could she fall in love with someone so casually or take the initiative?
Brother Yan left so simply.
It didn't mean that at all.
Although he would wear a big cloak and bring cakes to her, serve her tea against the wind, and help her without saying a word, he would almost always obey her and fulfill her requests, and she would be protected every moment by his side.
In this comparison, it seems to be much better than the so-called young master of the family.
Shen Yinqiu raised his head from the quilt, was stunned for a moment, and then buried himself in the quilt again, roaring in his heart: Shen Yinqiu, control your head, stop thinking about it.
This is impossible: