Cui Qiu was kneeling in the Rong family ancestral hall to pray for her son, and after putting on the three pillars of incense, she bowed before standing up.

Her former beautiful face was much haggard, and her eyes were much darker.

Mother Wu came over and stood outside the ancestral hall waiting for her.

"What's the matter?"

Cui Qiu spoke.

Wu's mother was a little embarrassed on her face, and leaned over to tell her what was going on.

Cui Qiu frowned at first, then smiled sadly.

"As long as Minghui is happy. ”

The doctor said that her Minghui didn't have much time left, thinking of this, Cui Qiu's eyes turned red again, why was her child so miserable? She was a little skeptical that she had created too many evils? Did she kill too many other children of the Rong family? So retribution came? Retribution was on her own child?

No!

Cui Qiu shook his head and refuted the idea that came up to him.

She glanced at Wu's mother, remembered something, and ordered, "Go and ask the pharmacy to grab some Chinese medicine and boil it for Xianya to drink." ”

Mother Wu nodded, understanding what Madame meant.

The sky was dark and cloudy, and there were a few birds on the dead trees, and a few birds on the snow.

Mother Wu had to order to go down, and the birds and birds heard the movement and flew away with a hula.

In the big kitchen, there was a maid burning the fire, and Wu's mother personally went to the Rongjia pharmacy to ask the doctor to grab the medicine and take the Chinese medicine to boil.

The other people in the kitchen didn't dare to make a sound, now that something like this has happened in the house, they are trembling, afraid of burning their brows, afraid that they will end up like Jiang Ying.

The little maid who burned the fire entered this Rong Mansion as a maid at about the same time as Jiang Ying, and usually has a good relationship with Jiang Ying. She thought that Jiang Ying was grabbed and tied up by the eldest lady, and she was scared.

She didn't know what Jiang Ying had done wrong, and since that day, she has quietly inquired about Jiang Ying's news, but there is no news.

The little maid lowered her eyes, burned the fire in peace, and warned herself over and over again, but she must not disagree with the master of the Rong family, nor can she disagree with the mother Wu beside her wife.

Wu's mother boiled the Chinese medicine, glanced out the window, pinched the time, and introduced the soup in the medicine jar into the porcelain bowl.

The winter wind blew on the glass window, piles of dark gray clouds, low pressure on the Rong family, the old trees in the courtyard were bare, the old trees stood gloomy, and they had to bear the wind and frost brought by the heavy snow.

Confused, the earth became dark and grayish, and the snow was still covering.

When Xianya woke up, Rong Minghui had already woken up.

He put on a black coat and sat at the desk in the room reading documents, with a handsome back and an excellent temperament.

She blushed, dressed, smelled the musk smell of the room, and the tips of her ears were hot, she glanced at him and moved.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

He turned his head, his short black hair, his deep gaze mixed with tenderness, and the fire was hot with charcoal burning in the room.

"Save more money for Ah Xun. ”

When she heard this, she was stunned, and when she reacted, she forcibly reached out and pulled out the Chinese piece in his hand, staring at him with red eyes and asking him to rest!

As if if he didn't do it, she would immediately cry, and he had no choice but to do it.

"Don't cry, I'm fine. ”

He spoke, his voice gentle.

"Lie down and be obedient, or I'll go. ”

"Good. ”

He was afraid that she would leave, that he would not see her, that he would not be able to stand her, that he would not be able to feel her.

As long as she sees him, he is willing to do whatever she wants him to do.

She asked him to lie on the bed to rest, she tore off the quilt to help him cover it, the room was full of musk, she smelled several times, saw his pale face, thinking of what happened before, she felt a little embarrassed and guilty, and more distressed.

She lowered her eyes and did not look at him, but took his coat, hugged it tightly in her arms, turned away, and took a deep breath to prevent tears from falling in front of him.

"You sleep, I'll take out my clothes and ask someone to wash them, I'll do it myself... Take another shower..."

"Some... Uncomfortable ......"

"Good. ”

He was lying on the bed obediently, seeing her somewhat awkward appearance, remembering what happened not long ago, he was in a very good mood.

"Well, I'll come back in a while, you can rest first. ”

She coaxed him like she coaxed their son, Ah Xun.

"Okay, very good. ”

He grabbed the quilt, looked at her back, and lay down obediently with satisfaction.

Grace lifted her steps, walked to the door, opened the door, went out, and closed the door again.

Wu's mother took a bowl of medicine and waited outside, and when she saw her come out, she hurriedly greeted her.

"Miss Yu, you may want to drink this bowl of medicine. ”

The medicine was strong, and a smell of Chinese medicine wafted into the air.

Xian Ya was puzzled, glanced at Wu's mother, and glanced at the decoction.

"Miss Yu, this medicine will protect you, the young master's body, if you have it, you can't ask for ......"

Mother Wu spoke, she can't help it, the little young master Ah Xun is still young, can't there be no Abba when the time comes, what will happen to Mom?

If Miss Yu really gets pregnant again at such a time, can't she ask for it, what if she gets beaten down and hurts her body when the time comes?

Xianya's face burned, and she understood what Mother Wu meant.

She picked up the bowl of medicine, drank it in one gulp, and returned the bowl to Wu's mother as if nothing had happened.

When Wu's mother saw her drink it, she was relieved and left with a tray of porcelain bowls.

As soon as Wu's mother left, Xianya leaned against the wall and exhaled deeply, her mouth was so bitter, and her heart was so bitter.

She slowly squatted on the ground, hugged his clothes and cried, the tip of her nose was full of his smell, and her heart was sore and numb.

It was as if all the people around her were reminding her that he was sick and that he didn't live long.

But isn't that true?

Her eyes were red, and tears fell down his clothes.

The doctor said he wouldn't survive the winter.

She buried her head in his clothes and burst into tears.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Even if she hates him all the time, never sees him, hates him all the time, and resents him all the time, she wants to see him die, she doesn't want to see him die.

The man in the room heard the commotion, got up from the bed, and opened the door to see her leaning against the wall and crying.

He squatted down in distress and began to coax her, as if she was a patient and a person in need of care.

"Don't cry, don't cry, what's wrong?don't cry~"

She felt more and more uncomfortable, and looked up at him with a painful and desperate expression.

"You don't want to die, okay? That place in the underworld is terrible, it's not fun, it's not fun, it's okay if you don't want to die? That place in the underworld is really not fun, maybe you have to drink Meng Po soup when you go, and you will forget me and the child!"

He stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears little by little, "Fool, I will remember you and the child, even if I drink Meng Po soup and cross the Nai He Bridge." ”

Even if he drank Meng Po soup, even if he crossed the Nai He Bridge, he wanted to remember her.

Since he was a child, he has warned himself that he can't be half-hearted like Abba in this life.

Now, he's almost there.

In this life, he loved only one woman until he died.