The little guy hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes." ”

He turned and walked out the door.

Wang Ziran immediately poured the black decoction in the bowl into the flower pot in the corner.

He was quick in his movements, his eyes clear, and he didn't look at all like a man who was so sick that he was dying.

"What's going on?" Qin Jian couldn't help but wonder when he saw this scene from the window.

Xiao Huangyu smiled leisurely: "Can't you see this?" This prince is clearly pretending to be sick. ”

Qin Jian Nahan: "Why did he do this as a rich son?" ”

Xiao Huangyu pointed at himself: "You ask me?" ”

Qin Jian nodded in a humble way.

Xiao Huangyu said: "I'm not a god, how do I know." But—" his clear eyes flashed, "we can ask him." ”

The little guy came back with a plate of candied fruit in his hand.

The moment he entered the door, Wang Ziran picked up the bowl and put it to his lips, drank it a few times, and put down the medicine bowl with a painful expression.

He coughed twice, looked up and saw the little guy coming in with a candied fruit in his hand, and said, "This medicine is too bitter, quickly bring the candied fruit and I will eat two." ”

When the little guy saw the medicine bowl that had been drunk cleanly, his eyes flickered slightly, and he asked, "Young master, have you drunk it all?" ”

Wang Ziran said slowly: "I think it's better to be sweet first and then bitter, so I drank it first." He took the dish from the servant's hand, and immediately took a few candied fruits and put them in his mouth to chew.

After eating a few, his face suddenly became ugly, and his head was a little groggy.

Seeing Wang Ziran's face, the little servant already understood in his heart, but he still pretended not to know anything, and said nervously: "Young master, are you okay?" ”

Wang Ziran said in a weak voice: "It's nothing, you don't have to worry." I just suddenly felt a little sick, just take a break. ”

The little servant helped Wang Ziran to the bed and said, "Okay, young master, you have a good rest first." I'll let you know when the bride arrives. ”

As he walked to the door, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

As soon as the little girl left, Wang Ziran immediately got up from the bed, and his face returned to normal.

He had already seen through his stepmother's poisonous scheme, and he had been pretending to be sick all these years, just thinking that one day he would be able to expose her in public, so that everyone could know what kind of person she was.

But now the whole family is hers, and even his little servant has betrayed him.

He simply lacks available manpower.

His brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and when he didn't know what to do, a Qingyue voice suddenly came from outside: "We can help you." ”

Wang Ziran looked up and saw an elegant and handsome son walking slowly from outside.

Although he looked lazy and lazy, his whole body was full of an indescribable nobility.

He was followed by a tall and straight man, with a steady pace and a strong body, and at first glance he looked like a person who had practiced martial arts.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Huangyu said leisurely: "We are the ones who are here to help you." The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he smiled lazily: "Come, tell me, your story." ”

I don't know why, Wang Ziran actually believed him.

Maybe it's because of his seemingly lazy but sincere smile;

Maybe it's because of some healing power in him;

In short, Wang Ziran told his story almost unreservedly.

Of course, he used the most concise language.

Otherwise, with his tragic experience, he would not be able to finish it for three days and three nights.