"Where's the emerald fruit?" Duanyue stepped into the room, but she couldn't see Cuiguo's figure left and right, and she was suddenly puzzled. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info she looked back and forth about her own place, but she couldn't find a trace of the green fruit.

Duanyue suddenly felt very uneasy. Because Emerald has never been like this. Every day when Duanyue wakes up, she can see her lying next to her bed, softly telling her to get up, and before falling asleep, Cuiguo is also by her side, even if sometimes Cuiguo is not in the house, as long as Duanyue shouts, Cuiguo will appear immediately.

She touched her head in a daze, walked out of the room full of doubts, and happened to meet Rong'er who was passing by.

Rong'er was holding a white porcelain bowl in her hand, which contained a pitch-black unknown liquid. Duan Yue was a few steps away and smelled a pungent smell of Chinese medicine from the bowl, the bitter and sour smell, which made Duan Yue couldn't help frowning and fanning the air in front of her, as if she could fan away the smell.

"Who's sick? Where are you going to take this medicine? Duanyue was choked by the smell of this medicine and was almost suffocated.

Rong'er was stopped by Duanyue, and had no choice but to stop. "This is for Sister Cuiguo."

"Cuiguo? Is she sick? When I saw her in the morning, wasn't she still good enough to talk and laugh, but she fell ill after not seeing her for a long time? Duanyue exclaimed.

She lowered her head and thought about it carefully, she talked to Mrs. Yu this morning, but she didn't give Cuiguo too much care. She seemed to say that she went to see Imperial Doctor Wang, but Duanyue didn't pay attention to it at all, and now that she thinks about it, Cuiguo's complexion at that time was really not good.

Suddenly realizing his indifference and ignorance, Duanyue suddenly felt very guilty in his heart. On weekdays, I have a cough and cold, and Cuiguo has long been worried that she will suffer, even if she has a bad appetite on a day in Duanyue, Cuiguo will have a sad face for a while. On the contrary, when Cuiguo was sick, Duanyue could still be calm, wouldn't this be too unconscionable!

"What's wrong with Cuiguo? Is it serious? As if to make up for his uneasiness, Duanyue hurriedly asked Rong'er.

When Rong'er heard this, she first sighed, her face full of sadness. The slave didn't know either, so she saw that Sister Cuiguo suddenly fell, and Chen Langzhong came to see her, saying that there was something wrong with her heart, maybe because she was too tired. This disease will not be cured for a while, so it can only be slowly recuperated. With that, he shook the porcelain bowl he was holding in his hand. The slave maid has just boiled the medicine and wants to send it to Sister Cuiguo. ”

Duanyue's heart tightened when she heard Rong'er say "too hard", and she suddenly became nervous. She secretly asked herself in her heart, is it that she treats Cuiguo too much on weekdays?

"Ahem, give me the medicine." Duanyue stretched out her hand to Rong'er.

Rong'er was naturally stunned when she heard Duanyue's request. "But the county lord ...... Let's do this kind of thing. ”

"You went to take care of Cuiguo, so who is going to serve my brother?" Duanyue couldn't help but snatch the medicine that Rong'er was carrying. In the conversation between the two, the medicine was already cold. "Don't worry, just leave it to me."

Listening to Duanyue's calm and watery tone, Rong'er was still a little uneasy, but Duanyue had no choice but to say this, so she had to hesitate for a while and finally chose to salute her, but she could only compromise and leave.

Duanyue is still the first time to go to the next room. After turning a few corners in the backyard, I saw the moss-covered gray-white wall of the lower room. Stepping into this secluded little courtyard, it was so quiet that no one seemed to be there. The embroidered cloth shoes worn by Duanyue stepped on the slightly wet and greasy bluestone slab, making a crisp sound.

"Rong'er has worked hard for you." From a room in the corner, a very weak voice was heard. Duanyue was still worried because she didn't know which room Cuiguo lived in, and when she heard this familiar voice, she immediately looked for it.

The door was hidden, and with a slight push from Duanyue, it made an old sound and moved slowly. She could see at a glance the pale face of the green fruit lying on the bed—in fact, it was difficult not to see it in this room that was only five feet long.

Cuiguo thought that Rong'er was back, she closed her eyes and was unmoved, but she gave a weak command. "Just find a place to put it."

"Your room is empty, where should I put it?" Duanyue sighed and sat down on the edge of Cuiguo's bed.

Cuiguo immediately heard Duanyue's voice, and hurriedly opened her eyes and wanted to sit up, but Duanyue immediately freed up her hand and pressed her on the bed, her eyes were still very blaming. "You're sick like this, so let's lie down." As he spoke, his fingers picked up the spoon in the bowl, and he scooped up a spoonful and was about to send it to Cuiguo's mouth.

"The county lord...... This ......" Cuiguo's eyes trembled violently as she watched Duanyue's movements, frightened and overwhelmed.

Duanyue, on the other hand, gently brought the spoon to her mouth, and her tone was soft. "When I was sick before, you fed me on the side, so why don't I take care of you once." After that, she put the spoon to Cuiguo's mouth and let it go, and Cuiguo had no choice but to drink the medicine, which made her frown and tears were squeezed out.

"Why did you get sick so suddenly?" Duanyue fed the medicine to the cuiguo again and again. "If I hadn't met Rong'er on the road, I really wouldn't have known."

"It's the cuiguo that is useless, and the body is weak." She lowered her head, and her eyes gradually reddened.

Duanyue saw her expression of wanting to cry, and hurriedly comforted her. "Don't cry! It's everyone who gets sick, and those who don't get sick are immortals! With that, she grinned, she looked around, Cuiguo's room was really the same as Duanyue said just now, except for the bed and a few cabinets, there was nothing left, so it looked desolate.

"Why isn't there someone to take care of you?" She muttered to herself.

Hearing this, Cuiguo's face was obviously a little flustered. "Isn't it Rong'er to take care of me, county lord, you don't have to worry."

There was urgency in her tone, as if she wanted to reassure Duanyue. But the more she said this, the more Duanyue was puzzled. Rong'er is a little maid who has just been here for a short time, and Cuiguo is an old man in Ninghou's mansion, so it stands to reason that there will always be one or two friendly friends, but Duanyue looks at it today, but it is deserted.

"Did you hear Rong'er say that your illness is not good?" Duanyue didn't go into the details of this question, she diverted the topic, which made Cuiguo really relieved.

"Chen Langzhong said that I was just too tired, let me rest for a day and it will be fine."

After Duanyue fed all the remaining medicine in the bowl, she reached out and took Cuiguo's cold hand. "Have a good rest, I'll ask Uncle Tong to find someone to take care of you for a few days." After that, he nodded at Cuiguo, tightened the quilt for her, and walked out the door.