The night was bright and the stars were sparse. When night fell, Xiao Tianyou and his wife had already gone to bed at General Xiao's residence.【】
There were rapid footsteps outside the bedroom door, "Bang, bang, bang!" Someone knocked urgently on the door.
"Master, madam, wake up quickly! Go to Miss! Miss, she is vomiting blood." The urgency was filled with sadness.
Xiao Tianyou and his wife on the bed were awakened by the call, and they all sat up. Before they could light the candle, Xiao Tianyou staggered down and opened the door.
He asked eagerly: "Xiao Xin, what did you say? Ling'er vomited blood! Wasn't she fine during the day?"
Xiao Xin knelt down and cried sadly, her face was pale, and her tears fell down, "Master, Xiao Xin deserves to die. The lady came back from outside two days ago and had symptoms of vomiting blood that night. The lady doesn't want you to worry, so I don't want you to say anything. I don't want to.
The young lady just now vomited out a large mouthful of blood and fainted."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? What are you waiting for? Why don't you call a doctor quickly?"
Xiao Tianyou and his wife hurried to Xiao Yunling's room. As soon as they entered the door, they saw a haggard and pale Xiao Yunling on the couch.
Mrs. Xiao's tears suddenly fell down and she said sadly: "Ling'er, my poor daughter, please open your eyes quickly, mother."
"Master, please save our daughter!"
Xiao Tianyou looked at his haggard and fainting daughter Xiao Yunling on the soft couch. His heart felt equally distressed and his eyes were full of pity. This dignified seven-foot man actually had such a tender side.
He sighed and said, "Hey, you still need someone to tie the bell to untie it. Ling'er! My father said he would not treat you badly. Why are you so reluctant? Tomorrow, my father will go to the palace for a visit."
Ran Qingxun sat in the study, copying the ancestral precepts with peace of mind. She was only a little bit finished and could be sent to the ancestral temple in the evening.
After talking to Murong Feixue last night, he couldn't understand the feelings Feixue said. Regarding the relationship between the two, he believed that the man's responsibility should be more than the love she said.
Finally finishing the last stroke, Ran Qingxun put away the pen and wiped out the ink that was still wet. Her beautiful face curled her lips unconsciously, "It's finally done."
He shouted towards the door: "Xiao Moli, is the pigeon soup stewed in the kitchen ready?"
Xiao Moli smiled hoarsely. When did one of his guards become a maid, he said respectfully: "Master, I'm ready."
While Ran Qingxun was packing up the papers on the desk, without looking up from his face, she said coldly: "Well, get out of here!"
"Yes, I am resigning!"
At this time, Shangguan Qingyu was holding the hosta that Feixue had gone to repair in his hand. He originally wanted to wait for Feixue to come back before giving it to her. But after thinking about it for a day, he felt that if Ran Qingxun could deliver the hosta to her in person,
Feixue will definitely be happier.
Although he hates Ran Qingxun in his heart and feels uncomfortable doing this, doesn't liking someone mean to make her happy?
Ran Qingxun was arranging things by herself, thinking she was guarding Xiao Moli, and said coldly: "Why haven't you left yet?"
Shangguan Qingyu carefully fumbled with the hosta and handed it over reluctantly, "When I go to see the princess later, take this with you. The princess will be very happy to see you."
Ran Qingxun raised her eyes and glanced at the hairpin in Shangguan Qingyu's hand, and said coldly: "It's you, why don't you give it to her yourself."
Shangguan Qingyu felt resentful when he saw his indifferent look. He immediately took back the hosta in his hand and turned to leave. He took two steps, stopped again, calmed down and turned around again.
"I really want to hand it over to her in person, but the person the princess thinks of most is not me, Shangguan Qingyu, but you, Ran Qingxun."
He gently placed the hosta on the desk, "Remember, don't break it again, otherwise I, Shangguan Qingyu, will never let you go."
He strode away without hesitation, seemingly carefree and unrestrained, but in fact Shangguan Qingyu felt indescribable pain in his heart.
Ran Qingxun glanced at the jade hairpin placed on the desk, and a sharp look flashed through her beautiful amber eyes.
Today is Feixue's third night at the ancestral temple. She has memorized the ancestral precepts by heart, and she has to pretend to copy them during the day. Fortunately, the two aunts don't care about her progress. It is estimated that she can leave here tomorrow, and there is no need to endure it.
Hungry.
Feixue tried her best not to fall asleep tonight. She had to wait for the arrival of her lover Ran Qingxun.
Life has a person who takes root and sprouts in my heart, a person who can be thought about and waited for, and suddenly I feel that waiting is also a kind of happiness.
Feixue's mood was as clear as the dissipated haze. She suddenly felt that Emperor Ran was not punishing her, but creating opportunities for her and Ran Qingxun. If she hadn't been punished in the ancestral temple, how could Ran Qingxun have been punished every day?
Come to deliver food in the evening.
No matter how sleepy the two aunts were, they were not so hateful at this time. At least they would sleep cooperatively every night. Because Ran Qingxun would tap on their sleeping points every time she came, and she laughed softly thinking about this.
stand up.
"what are you laughing at?"
Fei Xue has become accustomed to his sudden appearance. She still has the same beautiful face, but her face is less cold.
Feixue glanced at the bundle in his arms and the food box in his hand, "It won't be another pigeon today. My wound has healed, it's just a little itchy."
Ran Qingxun put down the food box and ordered: "Extend your hand here."
He gently took off the white silk on his hand. When the wound had scabbed, relief appeared on his face, "The wound is already serious."
He raised his eyes and saw Feixue's affectionate and spring-filled eyes. He suddenly realized that the two people's actions just now were very intimate, and turned his face to the side.
"There is pigeon soup in the food box, and there is a spoon in it. Drink it while it's hot!"
Feixue smiled brightly, and she had guessed it. Ran Qingxun was afraid that she would leave scars. Although everything was done out of guilt, Feixue still felt warm in her heart.
Feixue was drinking soup, silently enjoying the care, but when she returned to the palace tomorrow, she might not receive such treatment.
Ran Qingxun was worried, so she first touched the sleeping points of the two sleeping girls, then opened the bag, took out the copied ancestral precepts, and handed it over.
Feixue put down the spoon and reached out to take the ancestral instructions, knowing that his heart was not as cold as on the surface.
Ran Qingxun looked slightly hesitant, and took out something else from her arms, which was a hosta, and handed it over.
Feixue was really happy when she saw the hosta. She took the hosta and held Zu Xun and the hosta in her arms.
She said that the broken mirror can be reunited, the hosta can be repaired, and the relationship between her and Ran Qingxun can become better.
"this."
Feixue didn't wait for Ran Qingxun to speak, and covered his cool lips with her slender, jade-like hands. The waves of light flowed, and she stared at him lovingly, and said passionately: "Don't say anything, don't ruin this moment."