The boy who had been holding Ruan Tang's hand suddenly changed his face, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Ruan Tang in surprise.

Sister's finger moved?

"Sister, sister..." he called her and told the girl next to him, "Qingdai, Chaoyan, sister woke up, sister's fingers just moved!"

Several girls said "ah" at the same time, but they were not half afraid. On the contrary, they were very happy and began to call Miss again.

"Hurry, send the young lady to the house, Sanqi Jingmo, hurry to make a fire and boil water, and please the doctor!" said the servant girl called Qingdai.

"What bad luck! People are dead. Let's bury them and send them to the house. Who will live in that house in the future?"

Ruan Yun flashed a murderous look in her eyes and glared at the speaker: "shut up! Besides, I'll kill you!"

The people who used to express their dissatisfaction crackled and saw Ruan Yun's cold and violent eyes, and each seemed to be strangled by his throat.

Not only did there be no voice, but even the atmosphere dared not breathe.

Even the Duke's wife was stunned for a moment. She couldn't believe that the terrible hatred was released from an 11-year-old boy.

Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. Who knows what will happen when people are forced to a dead end?

At this time, don't provoke him.

Without any obstacles, Ruan Yun immediately joined forces with several equally boring servant girls to send Ruan Tang to the house.

Sanqi and Jingmo have prepared the brazier, and the temperature in the room has warmed up.

When they were just rescued, everyone said that Ruan Tang was dead. They didn't even call the doctor. They had to send someone for help, but they were intercepted again.

Thinking of what had happened since the accident last night, Ruan Yun was full of hatred.

When my sister is ready

Wait for your sister.

"Yun'er coughs..."

"Sister, I'm here, sister. Are you all right?" Ruan Yun quickly pinched Ruan Tang's hand. "Qingdai, cover your sister's quilt quickly, face up and order the kitchen to stew ginseng soup quickly."

Ruan Tang slowly opened his eyes. What caught his eyes was the boy's crying face, which was like a flower cat, but still handsome and clear.

She called yun'er again and wanted to touch the boy's head to comfort him, but she couldn't lift her hand.

Ruan Yun suddenly understood what she meant. She immediately lowered her head and took the initiative to put it in Ruan Tang's hand. She sobbed: "I knew my sister would be fine. I knew my sister wouldn't leave me alone!"

"Don't cry, sister is fine..." Ruan Tang rubbed the tears on his face with the back of his hand.

The temperature of her whole body was so low that it was different from ordinary people. When she met her warm cheek, Ruan Yun didn't even feel any discomfort. Instead, she happily leaned on her hand.

"Sister, don't talk. You have a good rest. I've sent someone to ask for a doctor. After seeing the doctor, you will get better and be well..."

"Yun'er, where are Grandma? Where are they?" asked Ruan Tang.

Ruan Yun was stunned and didn't know whether to speak.

The Song family of the Duke of Wei is the grandparent of Ruan Tang's direct relatives, his maternal grandmother and his uncle, but not his.

He was a common son of the Ruan family. His biological mother died of childbirth. Therefore, he was raised in front of his legitimate mother and grew up with his sister, like a brother and sister.

He would come here, but he was worried that his sister didn't want to be separated from her. He had no superfluous feelings and no sense of belonging to the Weiguo government, but his sister treated the Song family as relatives.

But how do you treat your sister, madam?