I saw Duan Junmo raise her head, her eyes were deep and cold, and she was suddenly frightened to retract her hand, her nose turned red, and she cried, "You haven't been to Xue'er's yard for a long time, Xue'er misses you." ”

He flicked his hand lightly, and his demeanor was majestic, and he could not refuse.

Xi Xueyao held on for a few seconds, but she still couldn't resist the powerful aura he exuded, covered the corners of her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief, and left aggrievedly.

Yuhua Pavilion.

Aunt Hua stood at the door, struggling, her weak body was like a floating flower, and I felt pity.

The maidservant Yuzhen put down the work in her hand and immediately stepped forward to help, "Aunt Hua, you should call the doctor to take a look!" ”

Aunt Hua frowned, "Do you think the palace can tolerate an aunt who has been seen by other men?" ”

Yuzhen pursed her lips tightly, "But what about your body?" ”

Aunt Hua endured the pain and lay back on the bed, looked at the prescription on the table, and sighed, "You take it to the doctor outside, just knock on the side and ask, what is this medicine for?" ”

As soon as Yuzhen picked up the prescription, she was suddenly snatched by Zilu who broke into the house, her eyebrows and eyes were like knives, "Do you want to harbor the evidence of Feng Lingye's crimes?!" ”

Yuzhen hurriedly explained: "No......"

"Yuzhen, why don't you pour tea for Miss Zilu!" Aunt Hua immediately interrupted her and looked at Zilu with a smile, "Miss Zilu came just in time, I just wanted Yuzhen to send it to you." ”

Zilu put away the prescription and said proudly: "This prescription is the evidence of Feng Lingye's crime of taking the wrong medicine in the first place, and the side concubine wants to keep it." If you want to heal, figure it out yourself. ”

After saying that, he left arrogantly.

"We're not doctors, how can we figure it out ourselves?" Yuzhen couldn't help but start to be annoyed, and suddenly remembered something, she looked at Aunt Hua, "Why don't you go to the princess and ask for a prescription for you?" ”

"Don't come nonsense," Aunt Hua warned coldly, "What kind of person the side concubine is, you and I know very well, if you let her know, you go to ask the princess for medicine, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

Yuzhen bit her lower lip and said no more.

"It's better than this," Aunt Hua pondered for a moment, "you can tell the doctor about my condition, and ask him to prescribe a pair of medicines for me to try." ”

Yuzhen's eyes lit up, and the master was still smart, so she happily went down to do it.

For several days, Feng Ling stayed in the courtyard at night to recuperate from his injuries and stayed at home.

The subordinates would also deliver the food on time, and Xi Xueyao didn't dare to do anything in the meal after being mentioned by Concubine Duan.

In the palace, it seems that the former tranquility has returned.

But Aunt Hua's condition is getting worse day by day, and after taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, not only did it not improve, but she vomited and diarrhea, and her body deteriorated even more.

Yuzhen was so anxious that she had no choice, thinking about a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and begging Feng Lingye to write another prescription, which was better than waiting for death like this, but the master had been sternly warned, and she didn't dare to act rashly.

Seeing that the Lantern Festival is also coming, every household has begun to decorate to welcome this festive day.

The aunts and concubines in the house have also hollowed out their minds to buy goods and dress themselves carefully, thinking that when they travel with Duan Junmo, they will be able to show their style, so as to get the love of their husbands.

But Aunt Hua's body, not to mention all the style, is even difficult to walk.

Yuzhen was really anxious, but her master was unusually calm.

This night, Yuhua Pavilion put out the candle early, and the master and servant slept early.

The lonely and empty West Garden, a green lantern, swaying slowly.

Feng Lingye's wound was almost healed, she held a yellowed book, carefully flipped through it, the reflection of her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and her forehead was tied to the back of her head with a piece of white yarn, and she couldn't see the scar, but it was also elegant and calm.

Glancing at the moonlight outside the window, she put down the scroll, got up to extinguish the candle, and then stood in front of the window, looking into the distance, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the snow, and it didn't stop until it was in front of the door, but it didn't enter for a long time.

"Since they're all here, why hide?" Her eyes were calm and her voice was clear.

The person who came pushed the door open, and in the dark, finally "plopped" and knelt directly on the ground.