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News came from the steward's room urgently, saying that Xia Chan had taken up her own service.

It is estimated that he is afraid of being held accountable and suffering, so he took the crane top red and cut it off.

For such a big thing as burning down the house in Wenfu, I'm afraid that ten Xia Chan won't be enough to compensate. This Xia Chan is an orphan again, and was sold into the Wen Mansion as a maid by human traffickers in her early years, and she has no relatives, how can she have so much money to compensate the Wen Mansion.

If he is sent to the government and can't take out so much money to compensate the Wen Mansion, the county official will inevitably be sentenced to a heavy sentence. Or according to the rules of the Wen family's law, the eldest lady's means, how could the people of the Wen Mansion not know.

Aunt Sun frowned and said, "How can a good person be gone." Where did the crane top red come from?"

"This ...... Steward Xu was also very embarrassed, and he didn't know if he asked him, he scratched his head: "This Xia Chan girl wants to die, I'm afraid that others can't stop it." ”

Aunt Sun said: "Lao Xu, it's not me who said you, your current position as a housekeeper, and the old lady dismissed the two housekeepers, I took the opportunity to immediately ask for mercy, and you have such an errand." Don't rely on me as a cousin, you can't do your duty. Don't you want this butler position?"

Steward Xu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "No...... No, what is the matter now?"

"Tell me the truth. Also, the young master's carriage and horses will arrive at the house at noon, presumably it is also a tiring journey, you go to the kitchen to arrange some hot soup, send someone to prepare horse grass, clean the stable, and settle the carriage and horses at that time. ”

Steward Xu hurriedly agreed: "Alas, okay." ”

"Wait a minute, Lao Xu, and the Song family. If the young master asks, don't talk too much, say things that shouldn't be said, understand?"

Steward Xu looked a little dazed, and promised on his lips: "Okay." ”

The previous courtyard was burned down, and the Song family was carried to the Luohan courtyard to lie down and recuperate.

Rakuhan-in.

Song lay on the bed, coughing intermittently.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough cough ...... Cough...... Ahem......"

Every time she coughed, the wound on her face ached. It's like coughing up your lungs.

Typhoid fever is not cured, coupled with severe scalds and repeated high fevers, people with strong bones can't bear it, let alone the Song family, who has always been frail.

The doctor said that her body was afraid that she would fall ill from now on.

Song's pale and slender hand slowly stroked his flat lower abdomen.

There was a small life inside, and she seemed to feel it in her belly, slowly growing.

It's Wen Lang and her children.

Originally, it was a thing that would make her silently happy, but Song was faintly worried at this time.

I don't know if the eldest lady will be angry with her children because of the Guanyin statue.

Song felt that she could do anything, but she wanted to protect her children.

It was raining outside the window. Rainwater flows down the gaps in the eaves and tiles, forming rain curtains.

The lower it goes, the bigger it gets.

It almost drowned out Song's coughing.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

"Squeaky. The door was pushed open.

A tiptoeing figure swung in.

It's Wen Shaoqing.

As soon as the carriage arrived at the house, he briefly explained a few words, he didn't want to untie the cloak, held up the paper umbrella, and Wen Shaoqing walked quickly to the original courtyard.

After leaving the Wen Mansion for half a month, he missed the Song family too much. I miss her shy and gentle hiding in his arms, and I miss her serious appearance of pinching and massaging for him.

The new housekeeper said that the original courtyard was being renovated, and the Song family was in Luohan Courtyard. He couldn't wait to turn back and came all the way.

"Ahem......" Song who was lying on the bed didn't know it.

Wen Shaoqing paused, why did he cough so badly, couldn't he be sick.

I saw him quietly come to Song's bedside.

Song fell asleep on his side, facing the couch with his back to him.

Wen Shaoqing gently pulled open the futon, leaned over and sniffed the familiar fragrance, with a smile in his eyes.

Song only felt a pair of warm hands suddenly wrap around her waist.

She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned around.

I saw Wen Shaoqing's face enlarged in front of him.

Song Shi said happily: "Wen Lang." "My voice was a little hoarse because of typhoid fever.

She laughed.

"Ah!!h

Frightened, Wen Shaoqing shrank in surprise and fell out of bed.

"Wen Lang beware. Song got up from the bed, and when the cool breeze passed, she shivered.

Shocked. Wen Shaoqing fell to the ground and looked up at her: "Your face!"

"My face ......" Song was stunned, touched her face, and when she touched the burn scar, she smiled forcefully: "It's burned by the fire, it's okay." ”

The scar, the size of an egg, was still unhealed, and burned on her left cheek.

Song looked at Wen Lang's eyes when he looked at her, and he pushed his hair to his chest at a loss, covering his scar: "Wen Lang." ”

As she spoke, she held out her slender hand.

"I ...... Wen Shaoqing hesitated a little, seeing Song's pale and sick face, he seemed to be a little unbearable, don't look overwhelmed: "You are so self-reliant." I'm going to go to my mother's again. ”

Her hand paused in the air and retracted it. Wen Wan nodded and said with concern: "Wen Lang, it's raining heavily outside, don't get wet and cold." ”

"Hmm. Wen Shaoqing strode out of the door and didn't look back.

I don't know if it's because of the guilt in my heart for not taking care of my woman, or because that face is no longer beautiful.

Maybe even he doesn't know.

Song didn't say anything, Wen Shaoqing just wanted to find out what was going on during his absence.