Chapter 4219

Zhuang Huaisen's hands trembled more and more. Hearing the news of his eldest son's death, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Zhuang Xiaoyu burst into tears: "Father, you actually remember me, right?"

Zhuang Huaisen suddenly vomited, because half of his body was stiff, and the vomited undigested glutinous rice balls and acid water stained his clothes.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was terrified, and hurriedly called out: "Someone is here."

The guard opened the door and came in. Seeing Zhuang Huaisen like this, he quickly turned him over, patted Zhuang Huaisen on the back, and made Zhuang Huaisen spit out all the food he ate.

The butler hurried over and directed the servants to help Zhuang Huaisen clean up, changed his clothes, and put Zhuang Huaisen on the bed again.

The witch doctor arrived in time to feel Zhuang Huaisen's pulse.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at this scene with a blank face.

The butler thought that Zhuang Xiaoyu was frightened, so he comforted him: "Miss, don't be afraid, the high priest is just sick, and nothing will happen."

The witch doctor took the pulse and prescribed a prescription: "The poison in the high priest's body is getting stronger and stronger, and it has penetrated deep into the lungs. You should not eat too much. This kind of food made of glutinous rice is difficult to digest. Eat less. Try not to eat, so as not to happen again."

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded, and the butler asked someone to fetch the boiled and rotten millet porridge and feed it to Zhuang Huaisen.

Standing by the bed, Zhuang Xiaoyu watched Zhuang Huaisen eat the rice porridge mouthful, looking completely heartless, and felt pained like a knife.

Whether the father is awake or not, these are actually not important.

The important thing is that no matter whether he is really sober or not, he is no longer willing to be sober, even if he is alone with her, he is unwilling to face her with his true face.

I don't know if he doesn't want to face reality, or he doesn't want to face reality, or he can't face reality anymore.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the old Zhuang Huaisen, feeling chills in her heart.

In the entire banker, she was the only one left holding on.

Night fell.

Zhuang Xiaoyu went to see Yu Sui, then let the nanny go to rest, and went back to the bedroom to continue sewing clothes and shoe soles, waiting for Qin Wuyan to come back.

Unexpectedly, someone from Qin Wuyan came to report: "Ma'am, the acting priest has something to do tonight and won't be going back to the priest's mansion. Please rest earlier."

Zhuang Xiaoyu asked: "Where did the acting priest go tonight?"

Guard: "... I don't know about my humble position."

Zhuang Xiaoyu sneered, "You don't know? Or did you not say it on purpose?"

The guard was full of perplexity. When she was notified before, she had never asked this question too much. Now she suddenly asked, and she really didn't know how to answer it.

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't intend to embarrass a guard who couldn't help himself, "You go, I understand."

The guard hurriedly left.

Zhuang Xiaoyu called the housekeeper, whispered something, and after sending the housekeeper away, returned to the bed, turned on the lamp and lay down.

The faint soft white light came, and Zhuang Xiaoyu saw the luminous pearl hairpin protruding from under the pillow at a glance. She picked it up, held it in her palm and looked at it for a while, then took it outside the tent and put it on the stool.

The night was cold and she shivered.

Obviously tired all day, but Zhuang Xiaoyu tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The whole priest's mansion was quiet, so quiet that it was terrifying. She just felt dizzy. When she opened her eyes, she saw her elder brother standing in front of her bed with that ferocious face, crying to him:

"Xiao Yu, I died so badly, you must avenge me and your second brother."

"Xiao Yu, why didn't you recognize me, I love you so much, why didn't you recognize my brother?"

"Xiao Yu, during the days when I was looking for me, I followed you every day, why didn't you even take a look at that carriage?"

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