A woman who has a thorn in her heart can still sell a man a smile? Scold.

Sheng Hansleeve noticed Jiang Han's back as he turned to leave, his smiling face stiffened slightly, and he really couldn't completely ignore this person.

……

After finishing the meal at noon, Sheng Hansleeve began to sort out the items to be brought up the mountain.

When Pei Lingqi returned from the next court, he also went straight to the main courtyard, but halfway through, the steward of Yunxiao Courtyard came to report that Mrs. Han was sick and bedridden.

At first, it was a small wind chill, but Mrs. Han was weak and sick since she was a child, and her body couldn't bear it, so she lay down yesterday and has not yet regained consciousness.

If it weren't for that, the steward wouldn't have been able to come to the king.

She just looked, the prince's mind was mainly on Miss Sheng, but Yunxiao Courtyard was also taken care of, what if there was a bad thing at that time, she didn't explain to the prince in advance, and she would be punished again?

Pei Lingqi listened to the steward's words, twisted his slightly cold and indifferent sword eyebrows, looked at the main courtyard not a few steps away, and finally turned in the direction of his feet, planning to just take a look.

Jiang Han is not unconscious, she figured out the image of someone that the prince put in her heart one night, and she faintly has the confidence to grasp this play.

When the man stood by the bed, the pale and weak woman left just the right tear.

muttered: "It shouldn't be ...... It's me......"

The tall back that was about to leave suddenly froze.

"I'm so sad. 】

[I thought they liked me, but they didn't, they all ...... Persecute me. 】

[I shouldn't be alone......]

[Why, I'm only one person?] 】

Once in his darkest time, it was this voice that accompanied him. Even if he was scarred, it didn't hinder him, he wanted to go up and hug the little helpless man.

Pei Lingqi turned her head with complicated and obscure eyes, staring at the face of the person on the bed, it seemed that she was very sad, as if she was immersed in a very sad dream.

He moved his thin lips, remained silent for a moment, and asked the steward behind him, "How long has she been like this?" ”

"I was groggy yesterday evening, and I called Lang Zhong to prescribe medicine, but today I didn't get better, and I didn't get up for a day." The steward replied cautiously.

Even if I took the medicine, I specially soaked it in cold water for an hour, how could it get better? But I don't know this.

Pei Lingqi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he sat down in the chair next to him, "Go and call Lang Zhong again." ”

Jiang Han's face did not change, and he was still muttering: "Why...... No matter how hard I tried, I always ...... Is it a person? Alive...... It's so hard. ”

The man's eyes twitched heavily, and he almost lost control.

[It's so hard to live, why should I live? 】

Unknown emotions were brewing under his aggravated eyes, and his gaze was straight on Jiang Han's face.

I forgot to ask Nightingale to investigate what kind of environment she lived in.

……

"Hey, it's almost dark, and the prince hasn't gone down yet?" Sheng Hansleeve probed his brain at the door.

The red clothes caught the figure lingering at the gate of the courtyard, and secretly said that it was not good, and coaxed the girl to sit back in the house, "You wait, the slave and maid go out and take a look." ”

"Hey, okay." Sheng Hansleeve did not doubt him.

Fang Yi hid by the wall, and when he saw the red-clothed man coming over, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I was discovered by Miss Sheng." ”

"Don't be poor, what's wrong?" The red clothes are straight to the point, Fang Yi came back and most of the princes also returned to the house, who stumbled the prince's feet?

At the mention of this, Fang Yi also frowned, "The one in Yunxiao Courtyard is sick, Lang Zhong has just arrived, I'm afraid it will take a while." ”

After he finished speaking, his eyes were mistaken for Sheng Han's head stretched out, and his heart trembled, "Ouch, my mother." ”