But for a moment, aunt Jiang, who had only one breath left, obviously had a lot of better Qi and blood, and even her heart beat was slightly stronger.
When Guan Yi saw this, the whole man laughed heartily, hugged his mother in his arms, and cried, "mother, mother, it will be ok if it's OK."
"Er Ke, Ke Ke Ke." Aunt Jiang awoke and turned around. When she saw her daughter's near face, she almost cried out, "Bo'er, my bitter child, have we both died..."
"No nonsense, ma'am." Guan Yibo claps her hand in a hurry, with a smile in her eyes. "Do you feel much better now? I'll help you smear the wound again, and it will be cured soon. "
Aunt Jiang can't help but show some surprise, "I really feel much better now. What medicine did you take for your mother, Bo'er? "
"It's blood clotting
"What?" Aunt Jiang was surprised. She immediately grabbed Guan Yibo's arm and asked in a voice of surprise, "Bo'er, you, don't do anything stupid. Steal the magic medicine in Baoqi building for your mother's illness."
Guan Yibo hurriedly said, "Mom, you can take it at ease."
"This medicine has nothing to do with treasure house." Guan Yibo said coldly, thinking of the cruelty and cruelty of the previous care hall to her, he couldn't help sneering, "our mother and daughter have nothing to say with Guan in the future."
Aunt Jiang has yet to find out what happened to her daughter. Suddenly Guan Yibo stands up.
She flashed quickly to the door, pressed one hand on the windowsill, and looked out warily.
"What's the matter?"
"There seems to be water running out." Guan Yibo's eyes are a little suspicious. He approaches the window and looks out a few more.
This time, I saw the direction of Baoqi building. It seemed that there was a big fire.
Guan Yibo did not sympathize with him, but looked out for a long time, and then took back his eyes and walked quickly to his mother. "Mom, it's not peaceful outside now. Let's turn off the light and go to sleep. No matter what happens later, don't get up."
The little servant girl who serves aunt Jiang is a little scared and shivering.
Guan Yibo didn't care about the little maid's mood. He reached out and put out the light in the room.
The master and the servant respectively find a place to shut their eyes and rest.
Only in the small wing room of the compound, the next bed of my mother can sleep.
The little maid curled up at the bedside, while Guan Yibo leaned against the corner of the room and closed her eyes slightly.
In the latter half of the night, the whole house seemed to be ignited by gunfire, and it was boiling.
Inside and outside were the footsteps of people coming and going, and the sound spread all the way to their courtyard.
The knock on the door rang out.
Guan Yibo slightly reaches out and presses his left arm, which is full of wounds.
Get up and open the door, the door "creak" a sound, in the lonely night, it seems particularly harsh.
The housekeeper frowned and looked her up and down. His eyes stopped on Guan Yi's scarred arm.
"Aunt Jiang."
"What else do you want to do?" Guan Yibo asked coldly, "Auntie just fell asleep, do you want to let a dying patient get up to meet you?"
The housekeeper held up the candlestick in his hand and gave a light to the house.