Chapter 1809

"Young master, you are awake."

A man in a manservant costume pushed the door and came in. In his hand, he also carried a vermilion carved wooden tray with a steaming blue and white porcelain bowl on it.

"Where is this?"

Qian Jingchuan frowned and asked.

"Huiqian young master, this is Yunxi bieyuan."

The servant came up to him respectfully, bent down and put the tray in his hand on the small round table beside the bed.

The faint fragrance of the medicine rose with the curl of heat, and the brow of qianjingchuan was even tighter.

"Yunxi bieyuan?"

"Yes, thousand young master, you'd better drink this wine soup while it's hot."

The servant put down the tray and straightened up. Hand in hand, it's natural to drop.

"Sobering soup?"

Qianjingchuan felt a little confused.

"You are drunk, don't you remember?"

The servant wondered.

"Drunk?"

Qianjingchuan's forehead is swollen and sore. He tried to think about it, but he couldn't remember it.

"Young master, drink while it's hot. I'll go out first."

The servant said, and withdrew.

Qianjingchuan rubbed his swollen forehead, pulled his heavy eyelids to the maximum and looked around again.

Simple furnishings.

The tone of black and white and gray.

The only bright color is an abstract painting on the opposite wall.

"Farewell to Yunxi? Five young masters? "

Qianjingchuan suddenly responded.

"What's going on here?"

He frowned again as the heat of the medicine swept over his nose.

He did not know the specific situation, and did not pick up the bowl of wake-up soup, but got up directly out of the room.

The air outside is very quiet.

In the corridor, no one was seen.

Qian Jingchuan stood at the door for a while and looked around.

"Young master, how did you come out?"

The servant who had gone in to deliver him the wake-up soup suddenly came out of nowhere.

"Can't I come out?"

Qianjingchuan was shocked, and his face showed a trace of impatience. He took a look and didn't have a good airway.

"No It's not... "

The servant bowed his head in nervousness.

"Sir, let you have more rest."

"Sir?"

Qianjingchuan was stunned again. Then, slightly tilted his head and squinted.

"Mr. Nan?"

"Yes."

The servant nodded.

While they were talking, there was a faint sound of a wheelchair pressing over the carpet.

"Young master, you'd better go in and have a rest."

Although the words are respectful, the tone is not clear.

Qianjingchuan was more and more impatient. He glanced at him coldly and went straight to the stairway.

"Young master, where do you want to go?"

The valet followed.

"Stay away from me. Otherwise, I'll be rude to you. "

Qianjingchuan step meal, side, cold voice reprimand.

"Yes."

If the servant really stood where he was, he didn't follow.

Qian Jingchuan pinched his nose and walked down the stairs with a cold face.

Creak Creak

The sound of wheelchairs rubbing against the ground is becoming clearer and clearer.

"Master."

The servant quickly turned around and bent over to the man sitting in the wheelchair.

"Is the young master awake?"

"Go back to master, young master, he He just went downstairs... "

The servant wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said uneasily.

"Downstairs?"

The man sitting in the wheelchair, his face sank, and his tone became more severe.

"Didn't you look at him and give him a good rest?"

"Young master, he..."

The manservant did not know how to explain.

"Forget it. You can't stop him

The man in the wheelchair frowned slightly, and his deep voice showed a trace of helplessness.

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