Ling Yiyi's innocent smile hung on her face, and she said in confusion, "Mother, does my daughter need to hear any rumors?" When did my daughter say she doubted Cheryl? The mother is overwhelmed, and in the daughter's heart, the mother will always be the mother. ”

Ling Yiyi replied to the third lady in a sincere whisper, shaking her head secretly in her heart, but unfortunately, she was not the daughter who was full of love before, but Ling Yiyi, who was hurt to despair and no longer longed for maternal love.

The third lady Luo smiled falsely, touched Ling Yiyi's head soothingly, and said softly, "It's okay if you don't have it, it's my mother who is too worried, Yiyi is injured, let's go back to Yilan Hospital to recuperate!" ”

Ling Yiyi stood indifferently in place, and replied innocently, "Mother, go back and rest!" ”

After the third lady and Ling Xuerou left, Ling Yiyi and Tielan got into the sedan chair together and went to Yilan Courtyard.

"Tielan, when your injuries are healed, go to the small storeroom and sell all the supplements and qiē things given by the ladies and ladies to Miss Ben!"

Ling Yiyi's hypocritical relatives snorted coldly in her heart.

She, the favored eldest lady of the general's mansion, is really 'favored', the sisters are not close to each other, the mother is partial and the family affection is weak, the old lady is secretly tempted with a long face, and the other ladies are also warm and cold, they don't care about her storage at all, and they should send her away if they send something at will, she is really not rare.

Come to think of it, she used to be the kind of hot-tempered and stubborn character, arrogant and domineering, which was forced out by the indifference and ruthlessness of everyone in the General's Mansion.

That night, Ling Yiyi had a high fever, and Tielan was so anxious that they immediately found the doctor of Du Mansion into the house, and it was a diagnosis and a decoction, and it took most of the night to stop.

But the effect was very small, because the doctor of Du Fu couldn't see the reason, so he could only guess that Ling Yiyi's hip C injury was not healed, and the infection caused by it, so he prescribed medicine to go back.

Ling Yiyi, whose face was ruddy, lay quietly on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, sleeping like a sleeping beauty, and her smooth forehead kept sweating.

Huilan nervously bent over and stood on the edge of the bed, holding wet handkerchiefs in both hands, constantly wiping the cold sweat from Ling Yiyi's forehead, looking at the unconscious Ling Yiyi worriedly, and wondering if it was because the wounds on her body had worsened.

"What the hell is wrong with this young lady? Why can't even the doctor find any problems, the young lady has been sleeping deeply, the body temperature is frighteningly high for a while, and low for a while, so on, the young lady has not woken up, the body must be broken, how should this be good? ”

A basin of steaming hot water was placed on the round stool at the head of the bed, Mo Lan stood by the basin with an ugly expression, looking at Hui Lan who was helping the young lady wipe her body in front of her, her steady expression had long been replaced by worry, and she bit her lip and thought lowly.

"Otherwise, I'll take off my clothes and go to sleep with Miss, when Miss is cold, I can help her keep warm, and when Miss is hot,"

Speaking of this, Mo Lan turned around and glanced at Tie Lan, who was also anxious and worried, gritted her teeth and said, "Sister Tie Lan is now going to a few mothers-in-law to carry a bath bucket in, fill it with cold well water, when Miss is hot, I will soak in the bath bucket, and then cool Miss down when my body is cold!" ”

Just do it, Mo Lan quickly took off the clothes on her body, leaving only a pink belly pocket and a pair of white obscene X pants, kicked off the embroidered shoes on her feet and climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt and lay beside Ling Yiyi, turned sideways and hugged Ling Yiyi who was as cold as ice.

As soon as the 'hiss' touched Ling Yiyi's cold body, Mo Lan couldn't help but want to withdraw her hand and retreat, but thinking of Miss's coma in such an unknown situation now, thinking that Miss had helped her take revenge, thinking that Miss had let her go of the murderer, and thinking that Miss had taken her in regardless of her previous suspicions, Mo Lan gritted her mouth and teeth, and her slender arms hugged the Miss in her arms even harder!

Huilan was taken aback by Mo Lan's actions, and then smiled slightly, put the cold handkerchief in her hand in the hot water, unscrewed the hot handkerchief, and helped the unconscious Ling Yiyi wipe her sweat again.

Tie Lan was also shocked by Mo Lan's actions, and immediately came back to her senses, turned around and left the boudoir, and walked towards the next room.

Miss's current situation is indeed very unclear, and even Dr. Du can't say the cause of her illness, so she can only resign herself to fate. If there is a way to help Miss, of course she is supportive.

Located in the southern part of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, in a tall and majestic ancient palace thousands of miles away from the Northern Zhou Dynasty, a middle-aged man with black hair, wearing a gray robe, sat cross-legged outside a strange formation, and his two big hands were holding a red thread respectively, constantly gesturing with some incomprehensible movements.

The strange formation is like a gossip array, but there are seven oil lamps lit around it, and in the center of the formation, there is a stunning girl who looks like a country and a city.

The girl's beautiful face is as smooth as a pearl, her eyebrows are as light as autumn water, her jade skin is accompanied by a light breeze, and her cherry lips are like rouge, she looks beautiful, but her face is pale, and she has a weak and sick posture, lying quietly in the center of the formation and sleeping.

The middle-aged man's forehead was low in front of his head, and the red thread pinched in his big hand was tied to the girl's wrist, and the other was floating in the air without a fulcrum, as if it was blown by the wind, and it seemed to be penetrated by internal force, and it was more like floating in nothingness.

The seven oil lamps flickered on and off, accompanied by the strange gestures of the middle-aged man, the lamp heart jumped, and the whole scene looked weird and abnormal.

An hour passed, and the middle-aged man's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was troubled by something, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and his eyes lifted up with interest and inevitable.

Here, Ling Yiyi's boudoir in Yilan Courtyard was brightly lit, and Tielan stood in the heavy curtain of the inner room with a sword, constantly walking around with her legs on crutches, looking up at the young lady on the bed anxiously from time to time, and even forgetting the injuries on her body.

The young lady suddenly seemed to move just now, but suddenly stopped again, and appeared in a coma again, which is really worrying!

Huilan held a bowl of freshly boiled ginseng soup, sat carefully on the edge of the bed, and fed Ling Yiyi a little ginseng soup, her big eyes were full of mist, and tears were secretly shedding.

Mo Lan gritted her teeth and got up from the ice water, dried them and put on her clothes, got into the quilt again, and hugged the feverish Ling Yiyi tightly with her cold body to help Ling Yiyi cool down.

Ling Yiyi didn't feel anything about this qiē, she was dreaming at this time, and she was waiting in a closed room in the dream, and the room was empty, only her.

Suddenly, a thin red line shot out from a corner of the room, and a sharp cold wind hit her wrist.

Ling Yiyi's expression was cold, and she quickly avoided the red attack with one side.

The red stripe was very thin but very flexible, like having eyes, and turned in a different direction and attacked Ling Yiyi again.

Ling Yiyi did a backflip and stepped on the red line to avoid the other side.

"Hey, I can fly!"