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The woman turned around. Her eyes were slightly swollen, but they still shone with a resolute and bright light. She nodded her head, her eyes clearly filled with pity and intolerance. Word by word, she said, "Nangong, I must go and save them."

She clearly knew the answer, but she still felt so sad when she said it. Nangong Liang felt as if his heart had been grabbed by something. It was extremely painful, and it was even more painful than when he had gotten sick during his childhood. However, he continued to smile as he spoke to the girl he liked the most in his life, "If that's the case, I'll do my best to support you."

If you are happy, I will be safe. In a play, you guys are the protagonists of each other, a lively opening scene, a lively singing scene, I'm just a clown with ink on his face, it's good enough to make you laugh, who knows if that clown is sad or not.

He turned his back and sparkling water began to fall from his eyes. It was like a drop of autumn dew.

Nangong Jean reminded himself that this was just an early autumn dew.

Su Yuewu didn't see his tears. So what if she did? Her heart was very small, and she had Tian Tian, who was very considerate. With Leng Fanyun, who seemed cold but was actually gentle, she couldn't tolerate anyone else. Since Nangong was so good, how could she create new problems?

She decided not to look for Nangong every day. She just stayed in her house every day and only saw Lin Guhong and Jiang Lingbo. Nangong had come to find her a few times. He was an astute and intelligent person, so how could he not understand what she meant? Yet, he had never come back.

It was midsummer, but the atmosphere in the mansion was both cool and depressing. Bing'er placed the tray in front of Su Yuewu's door, sighed, and turned to leave.

She walked along the cobblestone path in the courtyard, a little out of sorts. He didn't notice that all of a sudden, a maid in green showed up. She was full of tears, and she bumped into Bing-Er. She looked up at Bing-Er and said anxiously, "Sister Bing-Er, can I trouble you to go and see my master? I will call the doctor first." Ignoring the formalities, he gave Bing'er a blessings and turned to leave.

Bing'er saw her stumble out. She had some doubts, but she still walked quickly to Nangong Jean's courtyard.

Just as he entered, he saw another maidservant carrying a man in green robes. She cried as she said, "Young master, please wake up …"

Bing-Er saw him. Her face was pale like paper. The only color of blood was the blood that flowed down from the corner of his mouth all the way to his chest.

Bing-Er was surprised and said, "Why aren't you helping your master onto the bed?"

Seeing that someone finally came, she quickly wiped her tears and said, "Sister Bing'er, you finally came. I am unable to carry Young Master by myself, so may I trouble you to help me carry Young Master onto the dao bed? "

The two of them clumsily carried the unconscious Nangong Ran onto the bed. Bing-Er took out her handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face. She asked, "What's wrong with your master? How come he fainted and vomited so much blood?"

I've already brought water and used a wet handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face. Her hands were still shaking as she said, "Young Master has been depressed for the past few days, and basically didn't eat anything. She also threw up after eating, but just when she was about to eat, she suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood and fainted."

She sat there in a daze and said, "Young master has not been like this for a long time. Sister Bi'er and I are both shocked. If young master has any mishaps, how can I be alright?" She began to cry again.

Seeing her like that, Bing-Er frowned and said, "The doctors are still in the future, what do you think you are? Hurry up and wake up. When the doctor prescribes the medicine, you'll be the one to serve the soup. "

Seeing her so serious, the servant immediately pulled her hand and asked, "Sister Bing'er, you said that your master will be fine, right?"

Bing'er slowly pulled her hands away from her body. As she caressed her back, she said, "It's alright, Young Master Nangong is like the heavens, you will definitely be fine." The servant nodded, but didn't see the worry and fear in Bing-Er's eyes.

The two sat there in a daze. Bing-Er suddenly asked, "What was your master writing that made him spit out blood?"

I stood up and brought Bing'er to where he was sitting. The paper of the Pure Heart Pavilion was splattered with a large pool of blood, shocking everyone who saw it. Bing'er slowly picked up the paper. It was filled with his handwriting.

What Nangong had given up was cursive script. Normally, words were written in an elegant and unrestrained manner, but this piece was written in a messy and messy manner. It was clear that he had not been ready to write it down. It was a Buddhist scripture that coincidentally said: "A person who loves desires is like a torchbearer against the wind."

The piece of paper slowly fell down from Bing-Er's hand. It fell onto the table like a dying butterfly. There were tears in Bing-Er's eyes. So it was like this. It should have been like this a long time ago. She bit her lips to keep herself from crying.

When she served the young lady, she would always burn incense in the temples of the imperial city in order to pray for her blessings. The white-bearded abbot said that plagiarism was the best. She copied out scrolls of the Buddhist scripture for Su Yuewu. That earlier sentence, Bing-Er knew about "The person who loves desires is like a torch against the wind. In the long run, his hands will burn." She turned around and looked at the man lying on the bed with a pale face.

The doctor arrived late and said, "Young master has overthought things and is too distracted, which is why he has suffered from such an old ailment." He was also familiar with everyone in the manor, so he left a few pieces of soup and went out again.

When the two maidservants went out to fry medicine, only she and Nangong Jean were left in the room. Looking at his handsome face, she suddenly thought of that Buddhist saying that there would definitely be a fire burning in the long run.

He looked like he was about to wake up from a nightmare. His brows were tightly knitted, and large beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. His mouth seemed to be mumbling something, and his hands were wildly waving in the air as if he was trying to grab something. Suddenly, he felt Bing'er's hand on the bed, and he quieted down. He murmured, and fell asleep again.

Bing-Er heard his voice clearly. It was "Yuewu, don't go". She looked at the slender fingers that held her hand tightly and forgot to pull her hand away. She looked at the man and said, "Fine, I'm not leaving."

Nangong let her drink the medicine and recover a lot. He was clearly still weak, but he kept urging Bing'er to take care of Su Yuwu. Bing'er couldn't force him, so she had no choice but to go to Su Yuewu's place.

It was already the middle of the night, and the Miss had probably already eaten. Bing'er carried the bowl of rice porridge to Su Yuewu's room. Just as she was about to put it down, the door opened from the inside. Lin Guhong and Jiang Lingbo walked out, and both of them smiled as they looked at Bing'er, who was standing at the door.

Lin Guhong said, "Bing'er, your cooking skills are amazing. This porridge is so fragrant."

Bing-Er smiled and said, "I still have a lot to make. Why don't we eat together?"

Jiang Lingbo pulled Lin Guhong aside and said with a frown, "You still want to eat? You only know how to eat when the time comes."

Lin Guhong was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head and said, "I will not eat then, little girl Bing'er, hurry and serve your little miss, she hasn't eaten anything all day." With that, he walked out with Jiang Lingbo.

Bing'er was shocked, and pulled Su Yue Wu to the table. Sure enough, she was also pale, and her lips were split open. She hurriedly scooped up a bowl of porridge and placed it in Su Yuewu's hands, "Miss, I know you're in a hurry, but you can't not eat." If you all fall, what should we do? "

Su Yuewu slowly ate her porridge. Hearing these words, she curiously asked, "'also', who else hasn't eaten?"

Bing'er said, "It's Young Master Nangong. He also hasn't had a good meal. He vomited a lot of blood this afternoon. The doctor has prescribed some medicine and just slept after eating it."

Su Yuewu's heart ached, and she felt that she owed him a great deal. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to return the favor. He had been planning to go see him just now, but now that he thought about it, he decided not to. Since Wuqing was so ruthless, he shouldn't give others so many thoughts.

She continued to scoop up the porridge in her bowl as if nothing had happened and said, "If that's the case, you take good care of him on my behalf. You don't have to worry about me anymore. "How about it?"

Looking at her calm face, Bing-Er was annoyed and she said, "My lady, aren't you going to check on my master? Young Master had just woken up and told me to take care of you, and now you want me to take care of him, why aren't you two willing to meet each other? "Does young miss know, young master Nangong …"

Before she could finish, Su Yuewu interrupted her, "Bing'er, I know what I'm doing. I have more important matters to attend to now. Since Nangong's body is under the care of a doctor, what's the use of me going? "

Bing'er seemed to be shocked as she murmured, "Young mistress, young noble Nangong is obviously troubled. It will be alright if you go."

Su Yue Wu said: "It's precisely because of this that I can't go, understand? Rather than that, it would be better to just break it cleanly. "

Bing-Er's eyes slowly turned sour again. She shook her head and said, "I only know that my master vomited blood because my mistress couldn't eat it. Even if it wasn't for any other reason, even if it was a friend, she would at least go and take a look. As for you, miss … How could you? Bing'er did not know what you were thinking, but only Leng Fanyun and Su Yitian are people you value? You don't need to care about the others? "

Su Yuewu raised her head, not expecting her to say something like this. She steeled her tone and asked, "Bing'er, what are you talking about?"

Bing-Er wiped her tears away with her sleeve and said, "Bing-Er crossed the line. Bing-Er knows her mistake. Please eat. Bing-Er still has things to do, so I will go first." Normally, she never bowed, but this time she actually bowed properly towards Su Yue Wu. Only then did she turn around and run away, wiping her tears as she ran.

However, that congee couldn't be swallowed no matter what. Su Yuewu put down the bowl and let out a low sigh.