An hour later, Gui's mother came in with warm water, and Zhicui hurriedly stepped forward to take it.

"In the future, let Zhicui and them come to this matter of fetching water." An Yiru glanced at it, sympathetic to Gui's mother who was old, what if she slipped again in this ice and snow.

"It's okay to do this little work, I know how young they are, and they will rush the princess again when they are cold and hot." Mother Gui replied softly with a smile.

"It's hard for you to be so thoughtful all the time," An Yiru got up lazily and asked again: "Has the seventh master returned to the house?" ”

Every night, An Yiru would ask where Zhao Zheng was sleeping. In fact, it is nothing more than her Ruyi Garden, Hexi's Yancui Garden, and Zhao Qiye's own Tengchong Courtyard, but she still wants to ask, if the Seventh Master is in her Tengchong Courtyard, she will breathe a sigh of relief, if it is in Hexi's Yancui Garden, she will stay up alone all night, full of hatred.

Fortunately, the seventh master is often only in his Tengchong Courtyard.

"Back to the princess, the seventh prince is still in the lower room, I heard that the little beggar has a fever, and the seventh prince ordered someone to invite Lang Zhong to come and see the disease." Gui's mother replied truthfully.

Scold. An Yiru sneered in her heart, secretly thinking that this seventh master was really interested in beggars, but on her lips, An Yiru still said nonchalantly: "Our seventh master, is the heart of a bodhisattva." ”

"That's what I'm talking about." Mother Gui hurriedly agreed.

"Go down, the seventh master is waiting carefully, and if you have something, you can report it at any time." An Yiru waved her hand to Gui's mother.

Gui's mother answered, bent down and retreated.

An Yiru only felt bored. This house, this oil lamp, this incense, this drape, all of these things made her feel depressed and depressed, and she was no longer the same as she was in this static year.

The self in the bronze mirror is so sad. An Yiru got up and couldn't bear to look at it.

"Zhicui, bring the cotton, I'll go out for a walk." An Yiru instructed Zhicui.

It's just a walk, but it's just breathable.

Outside, the snow was falling, and An Yiru was standing under the cloister, quietly, like a statue. Zhicui stayed by the side and stood like that until late at night.

And Hexi, after playing with Tilter for a while, has long been rested. Compared with An Yiru, because she has no love for the seventh master, and she has a daughter to accompany her, her heart is also peaceful.

Hexi was not very enthusiastic about the whereabouts of the seventh master, and when he learned that a little beggar had been picked up in the house, Zhao Qiye also ordered someone to invite Langzhong, and Hexi only yawned, went to bed early, and was not even interested in asking.

Outside, the snow was still blowing, and the night was late, and the whole palace fell silent.

Only the subordinate was in the side room, carrying the lamp, Lang Zhong gave the little beggar a look at the illness, and was giving Zhao Zheng a reply: "Seventh prince, this little beggar is not a big problem, but his body is weak, and he caught up with this cold day, hungry and cold, and fainted." ”

"Bring the porridge." Zhao Zheng listened to Lang Zhong's words and ordered in a deep voice.

Immediately, a subordinate ran down, and after a while, he brought a bowl of hot porridge in a food box.

"Can you revive her?" Zhao Zheng asked Lang Zhong.

Lang Zhong bent over, "Rong Xiao pricked a few stitches and tried." ”

After speaking, Lang Zhong took out a few silver needles from the medical bag and pricked them at the wrist of the little beggar.

The people in the room were holding their breath, looking at the little beggar lying on the bed, her life and death were not important, but since the Seventh Master came to the rescue, everyone hoped that she could come back to life, and it would be good to round the Seventh Master's compassion.

After a while, the man lying on the bed finally moved.

Woke up.