"Young master, young master......"

With a cry of eagerness and panic, a small servant ran in from outside.

Luo Zichen put down the pen in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What's going on at home?" ”

He had been instructed to come to the merchant house at once if there was any problem.

"Young Master...... the little guy hurriedly retracted his steps, panting and said, "Miss Cousin...... Miss Cousin is here......"

Luo Zichen's face changed, and her voice couldn't help but rise a few degrees, she is here again? It's ghostly.

"Yes, so the little one hurry up and report the news."

"Where's the young lady?"

"Accompany the old lady and talk to Miss Cousin in the house."

Luo Zichen showed a little anxiety on his face, and said annoyed as he strode out: "Grandmother is confused, how can you let Lan'er accompany her......" If you annoy your wife, give him a goodbye, but it will be troublesome.

Taking a step back, even if you don't say goodbye, it's crazy to not let him go to bed at night, and it's a bit inhumane to let him sleep alone after being used to the warm nephrite intimate night.

Especially a few days ago, a personal maid took advantage of the tea to send him to the study and seduced him, Lan'er has not let him get close for several days, God knows that he is really wronged, obviously he protects himself well, not even a finger has been touched, his wife is still not angry, if his cousin adds fuel to the fire, he will not be able to abstain from self-cultivation.

Therefore, he absolutely did not allow the situation to continue to deteriorate.

Thinking of this, Luo Zichen's pace quickened, and finally he simply ran.

Watching him run out as if he was reincarnated, the guys in the trading house looked at each other, and couldn't help but guess what was going on in the house.

When Luo Zichen returned to Luofu and ran into the garden, only to see his cousin smiling and talking beside his grandmother, but he couldn't find his wife, his heart was cold on the spot.

"Young Master."

The anxious Luo Zichen suddenly asked the maid who asked him for peace.

"Where's the young lady?"

Xiao Yahuan was so frightened by him that she almost cried.

"In the Flower Hall—"

Before he finished speaking, he was no longer in sight of his young master.

Luo Zichen blew into the flower hall like a gust of wind, and at a glance saw his wife half-leaning on the soft couch by the window, as if she was in a good dream.

Only then did the hanging heart fall to the ground, and he walked over with light steps.

The sun was shining outside the window, but the autumn weather was already cool, and he was annoyed to see her go to sleep without covering anything.

When he was a few steps away from her, Jin Fenglan opened her eyes.

Looking at each other, he couldn't help but hook his lips and chuckle: "You're not asleep." ”

She tilted her head to look at him with her hands on her forehead, and asked, "Why did you come back at this time?" ”

"I miss you, lady." Luo Zichen said with a smile on his face, leaned over, and did not shy away from the fact that this was a flower hall with an open space, and leaned on the couch after picking her up: "So come back and have a look." ”

Jin Fenglan didn't feel anything wrong, let him hold it, closed her eyes again, and said softly: "I'm not in good spirits, don't make noise about me." ”

"I'm not in good health, and I don't know how to put on a blanket and go to sleep."

"It's okay, if you don't sleep, you just close your eyes and recuperate."

"Get a blanket for the young lady." Luo Zichen raised his body and said loudly to Yahuan who was standing outside the hall.

The girl took the order and hurried away.

"What's uncomfortable?" He scrutinized her look. She has avoided him for the past few days, and today in the sun, at such a close look, you can see that her expression is a little sickly.

"It's fine."

The more she said it lightly, the more uneasy Luo Zichen became, grabbed one of her hands, the temperature was too high, her brows couldn't help frowning, and she poked into her forehead, cold and cold.

Jin Fenglan had no choice but to sit up, not wanting him to notice her discomfort, but the next moment, he grabbed her other hand again.

The expressions of both of them suddenly changed.

Luo Zichen's face was cold, and he grabbed her other hand, two hands, one cold and one hot, hot like a furnace and cold like an ice cave. This should be the result of two completely different internal breaths rushing against each other in her body, the ice and charcoal are in the same furnace, and the torment can be imagined.

No wonder...... He suddenly understood the real reason why she had been snubbing him in the past few days, and his heart hurt like a pinprick, and he couldn't help but force his hand when he grabbed her.

"Lan'er, why are you hiding it from me?"

Jin Fenglan was a little embarrassed, withdrew her hand hard, smiled, tried to ease the somewhat tense atmosphere, and said, "It's really okay, just endure it." ”

"Yo, cousin-in-law, why don't you shy away from it in broad daylight?" A soft, bitter voice sounded.

Luo Zichen turned around and saw that his grandmother's expression was not very good-looking, his heart sank slightly, and he hurriedly got up from the couch and stood still, and said, "Grandmother, Lan'er is a little uncomfortable, I'm just worried." ”

"Hmph." Old Madam Luo glared at him and walked in with a cold face.

Jin Fenglan also got down from the couch and walked over without reaching out to support Mrs. Luo, but just stood aside with her hands.

Old Madam Luo looked at her, and then looked at her granddaughter who was holding her arm with a smile, her eyes flashed with displeasure, she sat down on the couch, and said coldly: "If you are uncomfortable, don't be reluctant to serve here." ”

"Yes, granddaughter-in-law retired." Jin Fenglan bowed slightly, and was about to retreat.

Luo Zichen looked at her distressedly. She must have been very unwell at this time, knowing that not explaining would make her grandmother dissatisfied with her, but she still stubbornly didn't say a word.

"Grandmother, Lan'er is really—"

Old Madam Luo waved her hand, and said a little impatiently: "Okay, I let her retreat, what are you not satisfied with?" ”

Luo Zichen pursed his lips and watched his wife walk out of the flower hall in silence.

"Cousin." Jiang Qingluan's voice was more than a hundred times softer than just now.

Luo Zichen looked at her expressionlessly, and called out in a flat voice: "Cousin." ”

Old Madam Luo looked at her beautiful granddaughter, and then at her grandson, who was as talented as a talent, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, and said, "Zichen, Qingluan is here, you can accompany her more in the past few days." ”

"Grandmother, Lan'er is not feeling well, I'll go back to the room to see her first." Luo Zichen coldly interrupted his grandmother's wishful thinking, and left with a twist of his heels.

"Grandma......" Jiang Qingluan's tears rolled down like pearls with broken threads, and she gently pulled the sleeves of Old Madam Luo and sobbed.

Old Madam Luo patted the handrail angrily, and squinted slightly at the back of her grandson walking away.

Luo Zichen couldn't care about anything else at this time, as long as he thought of what kind of torment his wife was enduring now, he was distressed to death.

He chased all the way, obviously the time before and after the two left was not much different, but he didn't catch up with her, so you can imagine how fast she walked.

When Luo Zichen chased him outside the door, the doors and windows were closed, and he couldn't push them open, and he was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

"Lan'er, open the door, you open the door......"

An eager voice came into her ears, and Jin Fenglan fell to the corner of the bed, only when there was no one around, she dared to show her pain.

"Lan'er......" Luo Zichen hated the door panel a few times, and slowly sat down on the ground.

The sky darkened little by little, and there were two worlds inside and outside the door.

All the subordinates did not dare to approach. They didn't know what happened to the young master and the young lady, but the aura of the young master was too strong, and no one wanted to die, but they didn't dare to leave, so they had to stay away.

When the crescent moon hung in the middle of the sky, the closed door finally creaked open.

Luo Zichen immediately jumped up, but fell to the ground in the next moment, maintaining a position for a long time, his legs were numb.

"Luo Zichen—" Jin Fenglan bent down to help him, her voice a little erratic.

He grabbed her outstretched hand and pulled her into his arms violently, as if he was about to rub her into his body, and his voice trembled: "Lan'er, it's okay if you're okay." He was too scared to knock the door open, afraid that what he would see was the last thing he wanted to see.

"Worries you." She said apologetically. I didn't want him to know, but I didn't hide it after all.

Luo Zichen hid the grief in his heart, got up with her, walked into the room without the light, and stretched out his foot to kick the door panel.

Walked to the side of the bed and gently put her on, pulled the quilt over to cover her, his voice was indescribably depressed: "Hungry or not, I let people bring food in?" ”

"I'm tired and want to sleep."

Luo Zichen silently took off her coat in the quilt, took off his robe again, held her in his arms, and warmed her cold body with his own body temperature.

"Lan'er." He called in a low voice.

"Hmm."

"Do you do this often?" He could barely ask.

Although I heard about the seizure from Wu Lao, I couldn't imagine how tortured and painful it was if I didn't see it with my own eyes.

Jin Fenglan was silent for a long time, and just when he thought there would be no answer, she suddenly said: "It's not serious, this time I didn't pay attention to it." ”

"Let's ask the doctor to come and have a look tomorrow."

"Don't be busy, it's not a disease, it's an injury, and the prescription that Wu Lao prescribed before was just to help me recuperate, so I can't rush it." She tried to reassure him.

Luo Zichen hurriedly said: "Do you just want me to see you in such pain?" ”

Jin Fenglan looked at him for a while before she sighed and said, "You really can't do anything about this matter. ”

To tell the truth is to hurt people.

Luo Zichen was also silent.

For a moment, the room was frighteningly silent.

After a long time, Luo Zichen's voice broke the silence: "I know that grandmother has wronged you, and you are not comfortable in front of her old man, so it is better to ......"

"It's okay, Cheng Huan's knees are what the younger generations should do." She cut him off.

"But how are you now?" He was really worried.

Jin Fenglan shook her head and said, "If it's not in the way, I won't embarrass myself." ”

Luo Zichen thought about it, although he was still a little hesitant, but he didn't say anything after all.