"Okay" Cui Wei hurriedly helped Aunt Fang over, Aunt Fang hurriedly stretched out her old hand like a dead tree branch with concern and gently stroked Qing Huan's head, her forehead was already extremely hot at the moment, and it was terrifying, which made her feel shocked. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Cui Wei, you immediately go to the pharmacy across the street to grab a few pairs of heat-clearing and fever-reducing medicine, and I will go and boil a few bowls of thick ginger soup for Miss to drink" After Aunt Fang finished saying this, she hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen to work, seeing that she was busy all day, her back was so tired that she could barely bend down, which made Cui Wei's heart sour, and she knew that she couldn't delay her condition, so she hurriedly ran out, and even forgot to take the umbrella.

After all, it was a mortal body, Qing Huan only felt that because of this shower, his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he fell into the boundless darkness, his forehead was hot for a while, and his consciousness was floating and floating in an illusory dream.

"Pap, papa, papa" seems to be the sound of someone slapping the ball, which is particularly obvious in the silent courtyard, which makes Qing Huan slightly startled, and looks up at the surroundings, but finds that this is a very exquisite and luxurious mansion, but it inexplicably reveals a somewhat familiar feeling.

Not far away, a child dressed in red was slapping the ball on the ground, the small ball fell to the ground one by one, making a few crisp sounds, the child childishly counted with a nursery rhyme "Eleven, twelve, Malan blossomed twenty-one ......", the sound was very familiar, as if it grew in her throat.

Qing Huan was shocked and wanted to walk over, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move or make any sound, so he could only vaguely look at the small figure.

Suddenly, a very beautiful and gentle voice entered her ears and made her stiff, because she heard a very familiar name, and saw the slender woman in a plain blue dress gently walked to the little girl in red, half-squatted down and said, "Yun Han, let's go with my mother"

"Yun Han" is the name given to her by her father, which means that she is well-informed and knowledgeable, but why does the young woman in front of her know her name? Her gentle movements seem to be like her own mother, but didn't her biological mother die in childbirth because she gave birth to her? She only felt like falling into an ice cellar for a moment, and a chill and extreme shock hit her throat, but she couldn't make a sound.

Seeing that the little girl in red with two small "double buns" put down the ball, with a sweet smile on her face, she threw herself into the arms of the gentle woman in the blue skirt, and climbed her neck in an affectionate tone and said "mother" in a milky voice, Qing Huan felt a chill in her heart, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily, what was going on? Could it be that her mother didn't die of dystocia? Then why didn't she have a trace of memory related to her biological mother in her mind?

On the corridor, the little girl in red hugged her mother like a coquettish person and said sweetly, "Mother, you want to eat sugar gourds"

The gentle woman in the blue skirt seemed to have guessed what she was going to say, and stretched out her slender fingers to scratch her small nose and said, "You little girl, I like to run around without paying attention, sugar gourd, I asked Aunt Fang to buy two strings for you, you just need to be careful not to pour your teeth down."

The little girl in red was even happier when she heard this, her blue eyes smiled as if she had hidden the stars, she laughed cutely, and she pestered her mother more affectionately and said sweetly in her ear, "My mother is the best, and I like my mother the most."

Qing Huan stood aside, only felt choked in her throat, wanted to make a sound but obviously felt that there were tears left in the corners of her eyes, she really envied such a simple mother-son relationship, happy, full of warmth, is there really such a period in her memory? Has she really seen her mother hurt by her mother? Is she no longer a broom star with a mother and no mother?

Seeing the mother and son gradually walk out of the corridor and into the deep courtyard, she always felt a deep sense of foreboding in her heart, and looked up at the sky, only to find that it was almost dusk, and the remnant sun was like blood, which was very scary.

Qing Huan subconsciously wanted to follow the footsteps of the mother and son, but found that her body was stiff and stood in place, still unable to move for half a minute, she looked up to look at her body, but the body was illusory, not even contoured, she deeply felt that she seemed to be like a consciousness-like existence, without any embodied entity.

However, the dream in front of her was not only real, as if she had experienced it herself, but as if she knew her thoughts very well, and the scene in front of her gradually turned into another picture like an ordinary picture scroll.

It is still a bloody afternoon, the scenery in the whole courtyard is reflected in the yellow and depressed, the green plants in the house seem to be dyed red, and it is set off into an inexplicable cruel scene, obviously it is the summer season, but the red flowers that bloom late are also dying, and the whole picture is depressing.

In the center of the garden in Nafu, a woman in a plain white dress knelt, surrounded by a group of women dressed in silk and satin, and the clothes on her body were inexplicably luxurious, compared with the person kneeling in the center, the woman's dress was more like a maid.

And the little girl in red was standing behind her with a look of surprise and incomprehension by a mother-in-law, looking at her mother kneeling on the ground, I don't know what mistake her mother made, her pale little face was full of panic, and she was a little scared and wanted to shout "Mother..."

Not far from where the woman knelt there was a carved very delicate mahogany chair, and there was also a young woman sitting on it, the woman's skin was plain and fair, a black green silk combed into a gorgeous flying fairy bun, full of all kinds of hairpins, a red and gold-inlaid thin skirt, with a pleasant demeanor holding a colorful enamel tea cup and gently taking a sip, the aristocratic temperament on the body was born from the inside, and the contrast with the ordinary woman on the ground who was slightly cold was very obvious.

The noble woman sitting on the chair opened her red lips slightly, but with a bit of cat-scratching banter, she said to the woman kneeling on the ground, "Sister, do you know what's wrong?"

The woman in a plain blue skirt on the ground raised her head, but her beautiful face was very calm, that kind of calm seemed to be out of the way, and she said to the domineering woman in front of her in a tone of no hurry, "Chen Yanqiu of the side blessing Jin doesn't know what is wrong, and please let my sister know"

When the woman sitting in the chair heard this, she snorted lightly and let out a sneer, and with a cold light in her eyes, she glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground, as if she was laughing at her inadequacy, and as if to crush her always straight back and always calm eyes, with a wave of force, a small purse mixed with fierce anger was smashed in front of her.

"Sister, are you familiar with this thing?" The noble woman's red lips cruelly evoked a smug smile, but a pair of vicious phoenix eyes were firmly staring at the woman underground, and the ruthlessness in her eyes was particularly frightening.