"Back to Langjun, the slaves and maids have already wiped the bodies of the little lady and the Ling'er girl and changed their clothes. Miss Ling'er is asleep now, and the little lady doesn't seem to be doing well. ”

"What's wrong with Yu'er?"

"What's wrong with Xiao Liu?"

Xiao Rui and Jian Qiubai spoke almost at the same time, and Xiao Rui's fingers also stopped, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Jian Qiubai stood up even more excitedly, his body leaned forward, and his expression was even more nervous.

"The little lady is sweating all over, and she has been very unconscious." Looking at Xiao Rui's unkind face, Xia He continued, "And the little lady has been talking nonsense, like she had some terrible nightmare. ”

The slave kept calling her, and she didn't wake up. The slave maid was really panicked, so she came out to tell Lang Jun. Xia He said in a panic.

The little lady's appearance just now was so terrible, she seemed to be possessed by evil spirits in her sleep, she opened her empty eyes and glanced at her, and then fell into a coma.

In the dream, she kept screaming loudly, Xia He wondered if the little lady was evil, but she didn't dare to say such things in front of Erlangjun.

Xiao Rui stood up, his gaze lightly swept over Jian Qiubai on the side, and said, "You can come in too." ”

Jian Qiubai nodded, he was still wondering just now whether he should find a reason to go in with him if Xiao Rui didn't let him in, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to speak.

Of course, Xiao Rui was not happy for Jian Qiubai to enter Xiao Yu's boudoir, but now Xiao Yu's situation is not very optimistic, for the sake of Xiao Yu's body, he can only suppress the displeasure in his heart.

The two people with different thoughts walked towards the inner room one after the other, and Xia He quickly followed.

Xiao Yu's boudoir is very simple, a couch, a table, a dresser made of mahogany, and several tables and chairs.

On the windowsill are pots of flowers, with a few drops of dew on the petals.

The flower is well pruned and well cared for. Obviously, its owner is also a person who loves flowers and cherishes them.

On the desk next to the bed there is a copy of "Detai's Records of Experience", which has traces of folding on the paper, and it is obvious that the owner has just read it.

Xiao Rui glanced at it casually and withdrew his gaze. sat on the edge of the collapse. focused on Xue Qingyi.

And Jian Qiubai is not as relaxed as Xiao Rui, Jian Daoye, who grew up in Tianjimen, this is the first time he has stepped into a woman's boudoir.

He looked at his nose and his nose, and he didn't dare to look at it casually. , the heart is tight, and there is a little sweat in the palms of the hands.

Looking at Xue Qingyi, who was still pale in his sleep, Xiao Rui reached out and touched her forehead lightly, the coldness of the tentacles made his heart sink.

After taking the medicine, it was obvious that there was not much improvement.

Xue Qingyi, who was sleeping, frowned tightly, his little face twisted into a ball in pain, and his whole body curled up.

Still muttering in his mouth, Xiao Rui lowered his head. Come closer,

The fragrance unique to a girl hit the tip of her nose, and Xiao Rui's deep eyes deepened a little.

"Cui Yuan"

"Who is Cui Yuan?" Xiao Rui's body leaned lower, and there was obviously a look of displeasure on his face, this is obviously a man's name called Cui Yuan, and Yu'er actually called a man's name in a dream. Who is he? How did you meet Yu'er? How could he not know?

"Cui Yuan, Cui Yuan"

"Well, tell Brother Sù, who is Cui Yuan?" Xiao Rui's voice became muffled, and he gently seduced. Coaxing.

"Cui Yuan. It's that he is" Xue Qingyi in the dream struggled.

Cui Yuan, Cui Yuan was his enemy in his previous life.

In this life, he came again, and she dreamed that he walked into the gate of the Dingguo Mansion again. I dreamed of him smiling beside my grandfather.

She also dreamed that her grandfather gave him the most beloved Songhetu, and this life is still following the trajectory of her previous life, and it has not changed.

No, she wants to go to the Dingguo Mansion, she wants to save Azu, and she wants to prevent history from repeating itself again.

Her head hurts. The buzzing voice in my ears kept ringing, who was it?

Who was talking in her ear?

A sharp pain hit, and Xue Qingyi screamed. She felt her whole soul being dissected uncontrollably, and then she didn't know anything.

"Good, it's okay. Brother is here, don't be afraid. Xiao Rui softly comforted Xue Qingyi, who was flustered in his dream, and said to Xia He behind him, "Twist a clean cotton towel for me." ”

Xia He was stunned by Erlangjun's gentle expression when he looked at the little lady, Erlangjun was appeasing the little lady, when did Langjun become so considerate and so gentle and affectionate?

Was she dazzled? Xia He blinked in disbelief. This time she was absolutely not mistaken, Lang Jun's eyes on the little lady were definitely warm.

She has followed Lang Jun for so many years, and she has never seen him look at anyone with such eyes.

That's right, she was a "thorn" who was placed by Lang Jun next to Xiao Yu.

In all the rooms of the Ningguo Mansion, including Mrs. Xiao, there are many "thorns" like her.

They obey Xiao Erlangjun and are loyal to him alone.

As long as there is a little bit of wind and grass in this Ningguo Mansion, someone will present the news to him, and it can be said that the entire Ningguo Mansion is almost in the hands of Lang Jun.

Seeing Lang Jun, who once hated Xiao Yu deeply, treat Xiao Yu so intimately today, Xia He couldn't believe his eyes.

The little lady has changed, so has Lang Jun also changed? Lang Jun wants to love the little lady as his own sister, Xia He guessed in his heart.

"Xia He." Xiao Rui gradually raised his voice.

"No" Xia He came back to his senses from his trance, twisted a hot cotton towel and respectfully handed it to Lang Jun.

"Second Brother Xiao, let me take a look at Xiao Liu." Jian Qiubai was worried about the authentic on the side.

Xiao Rui carefully wiped the fine sweat on Xiao Yu's forehead with a hot cotton towel, and after wiping it, he handed the cotton towel to Xia He, who was waiting aside, and moved his position on the edge of the collapse before nodding to Jian Qiubai.

Jian Qiubai had just walked to the edge of the collapse, but at this moment, Xiao Yu opened his eyes without warning, Jian Qiubai was overjoyed, and stepped forward and said, "Xiao Liu, it's good that you're awake!" You're finally awake. You, you freak everyone out. Come, I'll take your pulse again and see if your illness is getting better. ”

After Jian Qiubai finished speaking, he reached out and pressed the pulse image of Xiao Yu's left hand.

Before she could touch her hand, she listened to his words, as if she had been blown up, screamed loudly, and stretched out her hand to point at him and shouted, "You stinky Taoist, who are you?" Why are you still here, I didn't say tell you to get out, why don't you get out yet. I'm not sick, I've said I'm not sick. (To be continued.) )