The master and servant have been together for so many years, and they have long been able to detect the changes in each other's emotions by the eyes of each other. Zhuang Xiaoyu asked: "Is something wrong?"
"No."
"Where is Ah Yan? Why isn't he guarding me?"
Yu Sui: "..."
Yu Sui was faltering about his explanation, but saw that Zhuang Xiaoyu had already sat up and wanted to lift the quilt, so she quickly held her down and told the truth: "Young master has a fever, and he said he was afraid of disturbing you, Miss, so let me take care of you tonight." Take good care of you, you are frightened during the day, afraid that you will be afraid when you sleep at night..."
Seeing Yu Sui looking like she was about to cry, Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't lie down, "It's burning badly?"
Yu Sui didn't dare to make a sound.
Zhuang Xiaoyu was so anxious when she got up, she tore off the quilt and was about to run outside after putting on her shoes.
Yu Sui quickly grabbed the coat, put it on her body, chased after her, and wrapped the cloak around her body: "Miss, it's cold outside, it seems to be snowing again, put on your clothes first, in case you also fall ill Now, how do you take care of uncle?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt that her fingers were trembling, her shoulders were trembling, and even her heart was trembling. From the beginning to the end, she never thought that something would happen to Qin Wuyan, as if she was sure that no matter what he suffered, in the end, He will return to his side.
Even if he was separated, even if he was misunderstood, even if he was tortured and bruised all over his body, even if he was weak at the time, he was still willing to risk his life to elope with her and escape from the priest's palace.
There is obviously a lot of love between them, how could it become like this now?
Zhuang Xiaoyu let Yu Sui help her to put on her clothes in a hurry, tears rolled in her eyes, she moved her legs almost mechanically, supported by Yu Sui, and followed Yu Sui to another courtyard.
The courtyard was brightly lit, and several witch doctors stood in a circle, discussing the prescription fiercely.
Zhuang Qingyun's face was terrifying, full of deep anger, and there was a smashed teacup on the ground.
It was the first time for Zhuang Xiaoyu to see Zhuang Qingyun getting so angry.
The man stood by the threshold of the bedroom with his back to the gate of the courtyard, almost yelling furiously: "Has the discussion come to fruition? It's just a fever. You can't even do this. What's the use of you?
If there is something wrong with the substitute priest, you should follow along. "
Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu coming, the guard reminded in a low voice: "Master Qingyun, Missy is here?"
"What is she doing here?"
The guard remained silent and lowered his head.
Zhuang Qingyun put his hands behind his back, turned around, saw Zhuang Xiaoyu standing under the steps, his eyes were cold, and his voice was unpredictable, "It's so late, what is Missy doing here, go back and rest quickly."
"I want to see Ah Yan."
"It's nothing to look at. The acting priest has fallen to such a point. He is to blame for it. Don't feel sorry for the young lady.
There are so many witch doctors here who are useless, and the eldest lady is even ignorant of medical skills. It is better not to come here to disturb these people's attention. After all, this moment is not suitable for useless crying. "
Although the man's voice was suppressed to be steady and deep, and did not let the anger vent, but these words pierced the heart like a knife in the ears.
Zhuang Qingyun, who has always been gentle and warm like a spring breeze, just pointed at her nose and scolded her away, scolding her for causing everything, blaming her for not being able to help at this time, and not being able to stay well I still have to run here in my bedroom to cause trouble, not only disturbing the witch doctor's diagnosis and treatment, but also crying and annoying.