The arrangement of the mourning hall will have to wait for someone to come and get it early tomorrow morning, but after Grandma Chai and they left,

Shui and Grandpa's son came over with a few uncles and uncles, gathered eight people, set up two tables in the hall, and started playing cards directly.

The custom here is that there is a need for someone to keep a vigil at night, that is, these uncles and uncles, and so on, to set up a few tables to play cards and talk.

After helping them set up the table, Fu Shaoli and the others also found a corner in the hall to sit and watch quietly.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, Wang Ling called Fu Shaoli out from the outside, carrying a few bags in his hand.

Hand it over,

"Second young master, this is the change of clothes that the boss asked me to prepare for you,"

Watching Fu Shaoli take the clothes,

"The custom here is that people who come to pay their respects will stay here to eat, and I have prepared the cooks and the like. ”

"Thank you for me, your boss. ”

Fu Shaoli knew that in fact, these were all arranged by Si Yan, and without his help, his subordinates would not be able to do this.

For Si Yanyi's gratitude, Fu Shaoli is really from the heart,

The royal tomb is also not ambiguous,

"Second young master, I will convey it to the boss. ”

Han Jin's hurried figure rushed out of the West House, and Fu Shaoli, who had been observing, saw his stumbling figure for the first time.

A trace of anxiety flashed in his originally plain eyes, and he immediately turned around to face Han Jin.

Han Jin was also panicked, and now he even lost his basic thinking ability directly, and was stopped by Fu Shaoli in a swaying manner,

As soon as he saw the person standing in front of him, Han Jin seemed to have a backbone, and he was not so flustered.

"Fu Shaoli, she has a fever, what should I do? What do you say I should do?"

Han Jin's voice was very loud, and it exploded directly in the hall, causing the two tables of people playing cards to stagnate for a moment,

Fu Shaoli raised his eyebrows, looked at the big director who had lost his square inches, and rubbed his eyebrows, "Don't panic, take a deep breath, Han Jin, you remember, you are Han Yao's brother, you can't lose your proportion, you know?"

At this moment, Han Jin, a man who was already thirty years old, was surprisingly comforted by a man who was three years younger than him, in a few words,

Song Xingqi felt that it had refreshed the worldview!

It was a bit of a breath to watch from the sidelines.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down, Han Jin finally lost weight from his previous panic,

"I'm going to get some cold water. ”

Han Jin turned around and walked towards the courtyard, Fu Shaoli opened the door directly and entered the West House,

The girl's face on the bed was obviously sickly rosy, and she reached out and tried it on her forehead, and it was hot and hot,

The antipyretic medicine left by the barefoot doctor on the desk now also worked, poured a glass of water, took the antipyretics, and helped Han Yao to sit half-sitting.

The cup approached, Fu Shaoli tried to salivate first, and the transparent liquid flowed down Han Yao's chin,

Repeated several times, even the quilt was wet for a small piece, and with a low scolding, Fu Shaoli directly drank a large sip of water and swallowed the antipyretics,

Mouth-to-mouth helped the unconscious Han Yao cross the medicine,

Han Jin came in with a basin of water, directly ignored what Fu Shaoli was doing, put down the basin, and began to twist the towel,

"Give. ”

One of the two men twisted the towel, and the other helped Han Yao wipe his sweat with the towel.

And put a towel on her forehead to cool down.