Lan Qingchuan was transferred to the Rose Castle as the Lady of Ou Yanzhe. Her health was critical, and Ou Yanzhe blocked the news and did not disclose it to the Lan family or anyone from the outside world.

Now that Lan Yuanli is still in a coma, if even Lan Qingchuan falls, then the directors of the Lan clan who are about to move may not be able to suppress it.

It's obviously a good spring, but in such a beautiful season, there are many unsatisfactory things happening one after another.

Ou Yanzhe had just returned from the Marta Palace and returned to the Rose Castle, and there was a bunch of affairs waiting for him to deal with in the Flower Hall.

Steward Joey had been his steward for many years, and he quickly adjusted his mindset to the best state before everything happened. Ou Yanzhe stared at the display screen, and the sound of the housekeeper pouring tea was clear in his ears.

He raised his eyelids and asked, "How's she doing?" ”

Joey shook his head, "It's bad. The doctor will come over this evening and check her again. ”

Ou Yanzhe nodded, looked at the time, it was four o'clock, then rubbed his eyebrows and stood up.

"I'll go see her."

Lan Qingchuan was unconscious, unstable in his deep sleep, his face was pale, and he looked extremely painful. This is a condition in which you are overtired and faint, and if you are just tired, you don't need to worry too much.

His family doctor shook his head, "The high brain activity and the constant high level of stress and fear, coupled with her old illness, are too dangerous." ”

Ou Yanzhe frowned after listening to part of it, "She seems to have claustrophobia." When he found her, Lan Qingchuan's appearance was very different from usual.

"That's a reason." The white doctor ordered his nurse to hang up the water, and looked at the marquis, who was sitting in a chair in the room, silent. The young man's dark blue eyes met him, obviously with a gentle look, but his eyes were sharp and oppressive.

He spread his hands and said, "Give me some more time, Your Excellency the Marquis." ”

Ou Yanzhe knew what to expect, and he didn't embarrass him, and waved his hand to let Joey send him out.

Only he and Lan Qingchuan were left in the huge room.

The sunlight was clear, falling layer by layer through the window curtain on the carved roses on the wall, and then falling on the top of the bed woven with brocade along the vivid vine carvings, and finally through that layer of tulle, shining on the person on the bed, hazy and unreal. The light flickered with the fluttering curtains, and Ou Yanzhe squinted his eyes slightly and stepped forward.

Lan Qingchuan lay quietly, his long hair curled and curled, his face was snow-white and colorless, and only lifeless picturesque eyebrows remained.

This girl is so stubborn and tenacious that she doesn't even care about her body.

He sat down on the edge of her bed, reached out and straightened her long messy hair, neatly tucked it up to her face, her face even more fragile against the black hair.

He was scrutinizing and tempting, watching her die. As for the deal between them, for Ou Yanzhe, it was nothing at all. At that time, if you want to break the situation that Rose Castle is imprisoned by Marta Palace, it is false to say that Ou Yanzhe has no way at all.

With Ou Yanzhe's mind of turning around a thousand times, how could he not break this situation? And he doesn't do anything, just tired of the momentary plan flip, or rather, he's waiting.

Ou Yanzhe didn't know what he was waiting for, he just didn't want to review so quickly. This approach and attitude clearly allowed him to see more things.