The voice of the Ulanala clan did not wake up Honghui who was lying on the bed.

At this moment, Honghui's sickly fair skin is like being coated with a layer of white grease powder.

He lay there quietly, motionless, like a doll.

Although he is immature, he can also see that he is a boy with a delicate face.

His brows were furrowed together, obviously in pain, but his eyes were closed and he didn't want to open them.

Wulanala bit her lip, restrained the tears that were about to fall, turned her head and asked coldly to the maid beside her, "What about the fourth master?" Why hasn't the fourth master come back? ”

"If you go back to Fujin, you have already asked people to invite you, and you are about to come back." The maid was on her knees, her head buried deeply, and there was a slight fear in her voice.

Ji Wanrong stood here, looking out of place with the minions kneeling on the ground.

The smell of Chinese medicine in the room was very pungent, but she endured it and didn't say anything.

Yan Fujin didn't open his mouth to talk to himself, and Brother Honghui was still in a coma, and he didn't know what to call himself for.

But there's certainly nothing wrong with staying here.

Thinking so, Ji Wanrong stood quietly by the bed, silently or silently.

"Hui'er, open your eyes and look at Eniang." Wulanala finally couldn't restrain herself, tears were falling from her eyes, and she reached out and touched Honghui's small hand under the quilt.

It's cold and cold, Rao is in the middle of summer in August, but Honghui's body is still very cold.

Wulanala's movements were very gentle, for fear of damaging Honghui, she called out one after another, "Hui'er, don't scare E-niang, what do you say, E-niang promises you, will you wake up quickly?" ”

Seeing the collapse of the Wulanala clan at the moment, Ji Wanrong couldn't help but be emotionally exaggerated.

Her heart was sour, but she also hoped that Honghui would get better.

After all, it's just a child, or a child who has saved his life.

No matter what kind of fight there was between her and the women in this courtyard.

But for these children, Ji Wanrong has never had any malice.

In her opinion, no matter how Eniang is, the child is innocent.

She tried hard to recall that this year in history seemed to be the age when Honghui died.

Could it be today? So fast?

Ji Wanrong was frightened by her own speculation, she still thought before that she had to think of a way not to let Honghui die young.

But now, before she has time to do anything, is this child terminally ill?

In the sobbing call of the Ulanala clan, Honghui's eyelashes finally trembled.

He slowly opened his heavy eyelids, saw the sad appearance of the Ulanala clan, and struggled to raise his hand, wanting to help her wipe her tears, and said with difficulty, "Eniang, don't, don't cry......"

"Hui'er, Hui'er, you're awake." When the Wulanala clan heard his son's voice and heard his words, he hurriedly shouted in surprise, "Imperial Doctor, Imperial Doctor, come and take a look, Hui'er is awake." ”

The imperial doctors and Jia Min, who were kneeling on the ground, stood up one after another and hugged the bedside.

The bed was surrounded by everyone, and Ji Wanrong couldn't see what was inside on tiptoe.

But when she heard that Wulanala said that Honghui woke up, she also breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that it would be okay.

The imperial doctor checked Honghui's pulse, repeated it several times, and still had a sad face.

"How? How's Hui'er? The Ulanala clan stared at a few people closely, seeing that they were silent, and hurriedly asked, "You talk, will Hui'er get better?" ”

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