Chapter 4250

The boy looked at Min Rui who was dying on the bed, and felt even more uncomfortable. He looked at the drawer under the desk that the young master never let him touch, and felt even more uncomfortable.

If he hadn't met the eldest lady of the Zhuang family when he went to Qingyu Temple this time, maybe the young master would not have become like this at all.

Obviously there is still a year and a half to survive.

Min Zhihang was in the side hall, looking at the witch doctor who had checked the blood, and asked, "How is it? Is there any sign of poisoning or other signs?"

The witch doctor shook his head: "That's not true, it's not poisoning, it's because the young master's internal organs are rotting, and the blood he vomited is of this color.

I'm terminally ill, unable to return to heaven. "

Min Hang slapped the table with a slap: "It's pretty good, why do the internal organs rot?"

How painful this must be!

The witch doctor shook his head: "I can't see why, it probably has something to do with the young Patriarch's body, and he has been taking medicine for many years. The medicine is three-point poisonous, and the internal organs can't bear it."

Min Hang raised his hands to cover his face, feeling more and more sad.

At night, intermittent coughing overflowed from the bedroom, and the sound became weaker and weaker.

Min Rui opened his eyes and looked at the top of the tent. His vision had become blurred, but there was only red in front of his eyes, and the joyful sound of gongs, drums and suona was heard by his ears.

Ten miles of red makeup, a red sedan chair, and a red wedding dress, that's what Zhuang Xiaoyu looked like when she was carried into the Min Mansion.

Their bedroom was covered with red silk, and the bed was covered with a bright red mandarin duck brocade quilt. Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips were painted bright red, like ripe pomegranate seeds.

"Xiao Yu." Min Rui's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Min Zhixing sat on the side of the bed, tightly holding Min Rui's hand: "Ruier, Ruier, what are you talking about?"

The little servant knelt on the ground, crying heartbroken.

The beep sounded.

At Zishi, the young master of the Min Mansion died!

Overnight, the interiors and lintels of the Min Mansion were all covered with white silk cloth, funeral banners were placed outside the mourning hall, and all the families and priests' houses, big and small, received messages from the Min family.

When Min Rui was alive, he was known as a modest gentleman with a noble temperament. Although he was thin and thin, he wrote books and studied, was willing to do good deeds, won the hearts of the people, and was loved by everyone.

Although he had known for a long time that this son of a noble family would not live until his thirties, he passed away at such a young age, and he was still full of regret and embarrassment.

When Zhuang Xiaoyu received the news of Min Rui's death, she was playing chess. When the housekeeper handed the post to her, she still couldn't believe it.

At any rate, he could survive for a few more months. How could he pass away suddenly?

When Zhuang Xiaoyu confirmed that Min Rui had really passed away, she rolled her eyes, and the chess piece in her hand fell to the ground, and she fell straight backwards, and just passed out.

Almost an hour after Min Rui's death, Qin Wuyan, who was handling internal affairs in the conference hall, got the news of Min Rui's death.

He sat at the desk, put down the Langhao pen, raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, his face full of disappointment.

Just sitting there until dawn, for the first time, he did not leave the priest's mansion, but continued to stay in the priest's mansion.

When Qin Wuyan learned that the butler had informed Zhuang Xiaoyu of the news, Qin Wuyan rushed to the bedroom from the conference hall, and saw that the bedroom was in chaos and Zhuang Xiaoyu was lying in the arms of the nanny, unconscious.

The blood in Qin Wuyan's body suddenly rushed straight to his head, he strode forward, hugged the fainted Zhuang Xiaoyu, put him on the bed, among those who pinched her...