This time, Shen Ning vomited not phlegm, but a mouthful of blood, which fell to the ground, dazzling red. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sister, don't hide it, my sister has tuberculosis, you don't have to ask the prince to help me find a doctor to treat it, even if the gods go down to earth, my disease will not be cured. Shen Ning finally stopped coughing, wiped the blood on his lips, and sighed faintly.

Her face was pale, she couldn't breathe, and she looked like she was dying.

"What! it's really tuberculosis!" Shen Biyun's eyes were about to bulge.

"Sister, my sister knows that you have a good heart, and my sister has tuberculosis, no one dares to come to see me, only you care about your sister's feelings...... Ahem, ahem!" Shen Ning didn't finish his sentence, and there was another big cough.

Shen Biyun stepped back a few steps, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeves.

She really hated herself at this time, why didn't she listen to Lan Xiang's persuasion, she had to come in to see this tuberculosis ghost, and her skirt was soiled by her spitting phlegm.

She stared at the phlegm on the hem of her skirt, and suddenly felt nauseous, and almost vomited out with a "vomit".

"Sister, my sister is not feeling well, so I won't stay long, here are a few gifts from the prince to my sister, my sister specially transferred it to my sister, I hope that my sister will recover soon, and my sister will leave first. ”

Shen Biyun hurriedly confessed two words of the façade, signaled Lan Xiang to leave the gift she brought, turned her head and left, her steps were hurried and fast, as if there was a tiger chasing behind her buttocks.

When she was about to go out, she almost tripped over the threshold, but fortunately, Lan Xiang helped her in time, but she was already scared out of a cold sweat.

Shen Ning was secretly amused, and added another sentence to add fuel to the fire: "Sister, the phlegm on this skirt ...... You must wash it when you go back, otherwise it will ...... It's easy to get the same tuberculosis as my sister...... Ahem......"

Shen Biyun's body suddenly stiffened, and she only felt that her pink dress embroidered with peony flowers seemed to be crawling with caterpillars, and it was indescribably uncomfortable to wear on her body, and she couldn't wait to take it off immediately.

"It's my sister who soiled my sister's skirt, why don't you take it off and let Xiaoru help you clean it, if your sister doesn't dislike it, just wear your sister's skirt?" Shen Ning said again.

"No...... Not necessarily. Shen Biyun said stiffly, walked out without looking back, walked out of the courtyard in one breath, and then took off her long skirt impatiently and threw it on the ground hatefully.

The hatred in her heart was monstrous, and she looked back at the dilapidated courtyard gate, the anger in her eyes almost gushing out.

Slut! Damn slut!

Actually soiled her favorite dress!

She still remembered that when she first wore this pink peony dress, Chu Shaoyang's eyes kept staring at her, and the enthusiasm in those eyes almost melted her.

She deliberately wore this skirt, originally wanting to show off her power in front of Shen Ning, show off the prince's kindness to her, and be angry with the other party half to death.

But all her thoughts were in vain.

Before she could boast, she was spit out by Shen Ning's mouthful of phlegm.

Shen Biyun was so hateful that she almost crushed her silver teeth.

Shen Ning, I curse you not to die!

She swore hatefully in her heart, and Shen Ning's weak appearance and constant vomiting blood appeared in her mind, it seemed that it was difficult to survive tonight, and she suddenly felt a lot more comfortable in her heart.

Maybe tomorrow she'll be able to wait for good news.

But...... What if this slut lives a big life and never dies?

Shen Biyun's eyes rolled, and she landed on the pink skirt on the ground, and a thought came into her mind, and she suddenly smiled sadly.