Qing'er ran on the street when she came out of the palace gate, holding Hua Ruofeng all the way to the Baicao Hall.

"Knock knock!" Qing'er quickly rushed to the stairs and ran directly to the room on the floor.

"Young master......" she shouted, and seeing that he still hadn't woken up, she put him on the bed in distress.

There are a lot of prescriptions and medicinal materials on the table, all of which explain what medicine Hua Ruofeng should take, how long to take it, how to get the medicine, and what to pay attention to...... It seems that Qi Luo has already decided and arranged everything, and will wait for her to bring Hua Ruofeng back in person.

Elder......

Qing'er sniffed, put away her tears, sat down and began to read and write it down immediately, but before she could sit down, she heard the young man in the bed shout, "Don't go!" Please don't go! ……”

"Young Master!" She hurriedly threw down the prescription, ran to the bedside, and held Hua Ruofeng's hand tightly, "Young master, don't be afraid, Qing'er is here, not going anywhere!" ”

"Please don't go, Yue'er...... Yue'er ......" Hua Ruofeng closed her eyes and was sweating profusely, grabbing Qing'er's hand in a panic.

Qing'er's heart suddenly cooled, she should have comforted him at this moment, but she couldn't say it, and she didn't dare to ...... Master......

Rong Yue...... What's so good about Rong Yue? The young master has suffered so much for her, but has she seen it? She didn't really care about the young master at all! Maybe she will never know in her life how good the young master is to her...... It's so good that it's glamorous! So good that people are jealous!

But what about her? actually has to use the name of another woman, so it is rare for the young master to hold her hand like this! How pathetic is she......

"Young master, Qing'er didn't leave, and she won't leave......" She grabbed Hua Ruofeng's hand and cried.

He held her for a long time.

It's so long that Qing'er feels like a world away.

She stood up and helped Hua Ruofeng cover the quilt. She looked down at her hands, cursed secretly, and went downstairs, waking him up when she didn't want to punish herself.

There was a wooden stick in the backyard, which was already in tatters, and the sides had been sharpened with a lot of cuts, and the sides of the originally round wooden stick had sharp tips. Qing'er indifferently picked up the wooden stick, stood in an open space, knelt down, raised and slashed the wooden stick into the other palm!

The blood gushed like a fountain, but she didn't cry out in pain, but raised the stick again, scratched the palm again, and so on.

She didn't know how long she had been paddling, but when she was too tired to hold a stick, she noticed that her palms were covered with blood.

One hand has already been punished, and the other hand must also be punished......

She pursed her lips and said nothing, her blood-stained hands grasped the wooden stick, the wound cracked open with her every movement, it was a heart-piercing pain, she picked up the wooden stick again, and slashed it at her other intact palm!

Bright red blood gushed out of her palm, but she didn't even frown, just quietly didn't speak, silently holding a sharp wooden stick and scratching her palm one by one.

I don't know how long I stroked, "Bang! The spiky sticks fell, making a crisp sound.

Every time the wound moved, it was a heart-rending pain, Qing'er turned around, looked up and saw the closed wooden window of the room, she knelt down in the direction of the wooden window, raised her bloody palm, supported the hard floor, and slammed her forehead to the ground.

The palm of her hand was injured, and now it was rubbed by the floor to the bone, she didn't say anything, just kowtowed a dozen times in a row, and when she finished, a layer of skin on her forehead was worn away.