Xiao Cui hugged Murong Xing in her arms and said nervously, "Miss, are you okay?" ”

Bean-sized tears fell on Murong Xingcheng's pale face, and there was a hint of warmth.

Murong Xingcheng stretched out his hand, wiped away Xiaocui's tears, squeezed out a smile, and said, "Don't cry, I'm fine." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Xingcheng covered his mouth again and coughed violently twice.

"Miss, your hand ......" Xiao Cui covered her mouth and exclaimed, she couldn't stop crying when she saw the bright red in Murong Xingcheng's palm.

Murong Xingcheng lowered his eyes, glanced at the blood stains on his hands, and didn't care too much.

was already injured internally, coupled with Mrs. Lin's stick today, it is no wonder that her injuries are not aggravated.

Murong Xingcheng just wanted to comfort Xiao Cui, when he saw someone push the door in.

The butler was followed by an old man in gray, who was carrying this medicine box in his hand.

"Doctor Cui, please show my young lady." The butler spoke.

Dr. Cui nodded and said hello.

Dr. Cui put the medicine box on the ground, took out a small cushion and handkerchief, and said, "Miss, please stretch out your hand." ”

Murong Xingcheng put his hand on the mat, and Dr. Cui covered it with a handkerchief and put it on Murong Xingcheng's vein.

After a while, Dr. Cui left.

"Miss has internal injuries, the injuries are somewhat serious, and she needs to recuperate, and the old man prescribes a few doses of medicine to Miss."

"Dare to ask Dr. Cui, can I add a purple Dongcao to the prescription?" Murong Xingcheng's face was pale, and his voice was even more pale and weak.

When Dr. Cui heard this, his hands trembled: "Miss understands medicine?" ”

Murong Xing smiled and said nothing, neither denying nor acquiescing.

"If you use Zidong grass as medicine, it is naturally the best, but the Zidong grass in Yunxun City has been bought last month, and it is also a precious medicinal material, and now the old man does not have it." Dr. Cui sighed.

"I'm tired." Murong Xingcheng nodded.

She knew that Zidongcao was precious, and she just wanted to see if she could get it, even if Doctor Cui had it, it was estimated that Murong Su would not spend this money for her.

Dr. Cui waved his hands and saluted, and left with the housekeeper, who left a set of clean clothes before leaving.

The door was closed again, leaving only a ray of sunlight to shine in.

Murong Xing asked Xiao Cui to help him change his clothes.

"Miss, what is Zidongcao?" Xiao Cui asked with a wink of her big innocent eyes.

"A healing herb." Murong Xingcheng picked up the ice cube on the side, wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it on Xiao Cui's face.

Xiao Cui instinctively ducked back in pain.

Murong Xingcheng knew that Xiao Cui was in pain: "You can take it and apply it to your face, otherwise it will be difficult for this swelling to go away." With that, he closed his eyes.

Xiao Cui asked Murong Xingcheng to breathe steadily, and did not disturb her again.

Holding the ice cube and applying it to her face, the cold feeling made the heat on her face gradually subside.

Murong Xingcheng didn't actually fall asleep, and the pain in her back made her unable to sleep.

I don't know how Murong Su will treat Bai Su, she regrets saying that just now.

She was just thinking about getting Bai Su to leave this sad place, because Bai Su hugged her and cried when the original owner was a child, and would rather die than stay in this place.

If it weren't for the original owner, Bai Su would not have been able to survive no matter what.

I don't know if it's because of the original owner's strong blood and family affection for Bai Su, or because he misses it, Murong Xingcheng shed tears in the corners of his eyes.

Lin Huan paced in the front yard of Tingxue Pavilion, twisting the handkerchief into a ball with both hands.

A sound of footsteps came, Lin Huan heard the voice, and when she saw Mother Lin and Murong Ximeng, she hurriedly greeted her.

"How? Is it done? Lin Huan held Murong Ximeng's hand and asked impatiently.

"Mother, you can rest assured." Murong Ximeng smiled triumphantly.

Mother Lin then saluted and echoed: "Madam, please rest assured, that little slut has no suspicion at all, and directly accepted the person." ”

Lin Huan clasped her hands together and muttered, "That's good, that's good." ”

It was hard to hide the joy on his face.

"By the way, I heard that your dad went to the backyard again, have you been bumped into?"

Murong Ximeng pursed his lips: "Naturally, I bumped into it, but my father didn't say anything, he just blamed his daughter for a few words, and let his daughter come back." ”

Lin Huan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and brushed the broken hair on her sideburns for Murong Ximeng: "It's all bad to blame my mother, let you go alone." Is that little a problem for you? ”

If it weren't for her identity, Lin Huan would definitely go there in person, but she couldn't, because she was the head of the family, even if she looked good, she had to look good, and she couldn't go to Murong Xingcheng in person to make trouble.

"Mother still said." Murong Ximeng glared at Mother Lin, crossed Lin Huan, and walked to the side and sat down.

Mother Lin lowered her head in shame, and Lin Huan sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"What's going on?"

Mother Lin raised her eyes and glanced at Lin Huan, and quickly lowered her head again: "The slave maid originally gave the little slut a stick by beating Xiaocui, and the little slut vomited blood on the spot, I thought she had no power to resist, and wanted to give her more, but how did she know that she actually gave the slave and maid a kick, and the slave's center of gravity was unstable, just... accidentally fell down even the young lady. ”

"Tell me more." Murong Ximeng threw the teacup on the table with a loud bang, and the tea splashed a little, "It also caused me to make a fool of myself in front of my father, and I was counted down by my father." ”

Lin Huan opened her mouth, and only said to Lin's mother after a while: "You, you." ”

Mother Lin has followed her for many years, and Lin Huan is not easy to blame Mother Lin.

Mother Lin knew that it was her fault, and she didn't dare to say anything more.

Lin Huan turned to Murong Ximeng and sat down, took her hand, and said softly: "Mother Lin doesn't have a heart either, besides, didn't that little slut get a stick?" I'm afraid I'll have to lose half my life if I don't die. ”

After Murong Ximeng heard this, her face softened, and she felt very relieved when she remembered that Murong Xingcheng was beaten to the ground.

When Lin Huan saw that Murong Ximeng's face was no longer angry, she glanced at Mother Lin.

Mother Lin realized it and personally went to make a cup of tea for Murong Ximeng.

She offered the tea with both hands: "Miss, it's not good for the slave maid, the slave knows that you like Chunxiangju's puff pastry cake the most, and the slave maid has ordered someone to buy it for you." ”

Murong Ximeng heard that there was her favorite puff pastry cake, and she remembered that no matter what she did in the past, it was Mother Lin who cleaned her buttocks for her, and she still had a place to use Mother Lin in the future.

When I think about it, my anger vanishes.

"That's it, Mom didn't mean it." Murong Ximeng took the tea and said.

"It's still a young lady with a big belly, and she doesn't care about the old slave." Mother Lin immediately smiled and said

Murong Ximeng heard Mother Lin praise her, where was there any anger in her heart, and her face showed joy.

Mother Lin also breathed a sigh of relief and put on a smiling face, but this smiling face disappeared in the next second.