Chapter Seventy-One: Dou's Illness

Dou Shi found nothing, and whispered to the little girl, and after a while, he smelled a sweet fragrance in his nose, and felt that his temples suddenly hurt, which was more serious than before.

She fell ill suddenly this time, thinking that she could support the housework, but she didn't expect that the more she endured it, the heavier it became, so she simply used her illness to push her daughter to the old lady's side again. Because of Wen Yukou, the old lady has not paid attention to Yulan for a long time, and as a mother, she is not easy to praise and disapprove clearly, so she has to take this opportunity to make a big fuss.

I never thought that Wen Yukou didn't seem to care at all, she loved to take away other people's things the most, and this time she didn't move, which made Dou Shi puzzled.

"Mrs. Dou, you're fine, right?" Seeing her frowning, the little maid asked timidly.

Dou Shi glanced at her, "What can I do, do you wish I died?" , what did you rub on your body, I have a headache when I smell it! ”

The little maid trembled and said, "Madam, I don't." "All her money was taken away by her sister-in-law, where did she have spare money to buy gouache, and besides, she didn't smell any peculiar smell on her body......

"I was born stupid, don't get out of here, I'll be angry when I stay here! After going back, put the trick on, and report it as soon as there is a stir! ”

The little maid was scolded, sobbing and left with the leading grandmother, and was pinched by the ruthless grandmother more than 100 times along the way, all of which were ordered by the Dou family, blaming her for monitoring the eldest lady for three months, and nothing came out.

By the moonlight, the little girl's face gradually became clear, it was a thirteen-year-old girl with big eyes and a white face, delicate and immature, and her face was full of tears at this time, and she was pitiful.

"Shuang'er, why are you crying, so sad?" Just when the little maid was about to go back to sleep on the floor, she was discovered by Hua Yue, who had been waiting for a long time.

"It's nothing, Sister Huayue, I, I just miss my mother......" Shuang'er was taken aback, and then lowered her head and replied in a low voice. She didn't reveal her whereabouts.

Hua Yue looked at her for a while, and then sighed: "It's pitiful to be so young...... Come with me. ”

Can'er didn't understand, timidly followed Hua Yue, turned right and right, the warm fragrance was fragrant, and it turned out that she had arrived at Wen Yukou's room.

"Huayue, is Shuang'er here?"

Wen Yukou was wearing a snow-white middle coat, sitting quietly in front of the window, bowing her head and playing with something. The moonlight is like washing, outlining a lonely and sad shadow, small, thin.

"Yes, I just came back from Dou's place, I think, the incense powder on Can'er's body must have given Dou a headache."

Dou must not know that her illness was not sudden. Last time, Wen Yukou put medicine on his arm, and Dou inhaled a little, and his body had an introduction, and it was not harmful to the human body alone. After that, Wen Yukou put incense powder on the little monitors arranged by the Dou family that echoed the introduction, and he couldn't smell it. Every time Dou summoned them, the damage would increase by one point, and this time he finally fell ill.

Have only oneself to blame.

Ordinary doctors will only give the diagnosis of typhoid fever and fatigue, and I am afraid that even Dou thinks so.

And the incense powder on Shuang'er's body will make Dou's headache split, and the consequences will never be relieved by taking medicine.

Hua Yue added a robe for her, and seeing that she was still playing with a nine-dragon ring in her hand, she couldn't help but say: "Miss, if you can't untie this ring, you can lose it, you have someone to solve it, don't burn your body." ”

"Hmm." Wen Yukou didn't say anything, she really threw away her hand and glanced at Can'er casually, the light in the lantern was faint, and she was carrying it, and she couldn't see her expression. The two shook and lowered their eyes, and it was over.

Wen Yukou got up, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to Shuang'er, who had been trembling since the beginning. Shuang'er's hands trembled so much that she didn't dare to answer, her eyes looked straight at Wen Yukou's shoes, and her knees weakened: "Miss, I was wrong, I was also forced, beg Miss to spare me, don't kill me!" ”

Wen Yukou was slightly surprised, and then thought of something, and sneered, and Hua Yue also smiled.

"Get up, poor little girl." Wen Yukou shook her head.

Monk Shuang'er Erzhang was puzzled, and lowered his head in a daze, Hua Yue took a few pieces of pine candy, handed it to her, and comforted her softly.

The moonlight was quiet, but in another place, the atmosphere was not so relaxed.