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"Cunning rabbit dead dog cooking, probably I have no use value." Zhuang Qingyun laughed at himself: "in the whole house, only the first lady, you treat me as a person from the beginning to the end. In the eyes of the high priest, I'm not even a tool to take advantage of..."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's tears rolled down: "sorry..."
"Fortunately, the young lady came back in time, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll die here. The corpse is rotten here and stinks here, and no one will find it..." Zhuang Qingyun gasped and closed his eyes again: "maybe it's my life that shouldn't die!"
As long as I live, I will wait until the day of revenge!
You animals who can't kill me will make me stronger!
Zhuang Xiaoyu felt more and more sad when he heard that this was the man of the Zhuang family. It was a real life. During the period when the eldest brother and the second brother were not in the house, they were all dressed up and waited on their father's nephew in front of the bed all night.
How can you do this to him?
He is so sick, not to mention the servant. There is not even a mouthful of water in this room. Is he going to die of thirst?
Yusui came back soon, with a nurse behind her. The nurse cleaned up the house quickly. Yusui brought warm tea and porridge to the head of the bed.
Zhuang Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the bed, twisted the handkerchief, put it on his forehead, and raised the bowl to feed him.
Zhuang Qingyun was lying on the head of the bed, drinking water and eating porridge. He gradually gained a little more strength. Broken jade was frying medicine outside. The bitter smell of medicine wafted out little by little, and the whole room was filled with this smell.
Zhuang Qingyun suddenly felt that this was probably his favorite flavor in his life, which could bring him hope to live.
With Zhuang Xiaoyu's careful care, Zhuang Qingyun's body is much better, but his whole body is still in severe pain, and his limbs are weak. The witch doctor can't find out what the problem is.
Zhuang Xiaoyu sent the witch doctor to the door: "you probably know something about this house. Young master Qingyun is not here. You can tell me anything directly."
The witch doctor shook his head: "Miss, it's not that I don't tell you, but that I really don't know what's wrong with young master Qingyun. My pulse is normal. I hope I can ask a whole set of questions. I should recover, but I can't get out of bed. This... This... You might as well ask young master Qingyun directly, or the doctor brought back by young master Qingyun.
Young master Qingyun has always been in good health. I heard that after seeing the doctor, he suddenly fell ill and couldn't get up. "
Zhuang Xiaoyu
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the witch doctor's back. After half a sound, he turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
Yu Sui is cooking medicine at the door, while the nurse is cleaning the yard. She looks at the person who is holding on because of the pain, biting her teeth and shrinking in the quilt. She opens the tent and asks, "why does it hurt so much? What did the doctor do to you? "
Blue veins burst out on his forehead. He was sweating all over. His voice was intermittent: "Miss, don't worry about this. It's my business. I'll be fine in a few days."
Zhuang Xiaoyu sat down at the end of the bed, looking at all this, raised his hand to cover his face.
Until the evening, the movement in the bedroom was a little smaller. When Zhuang Xiaoyu pushed the door in, he found that Zhuang Qingyun was up.
He took a bath, combed and washed again, changed his clean clothes and bedding, and the whole person seemed to be reborn. Although he still looked a little sick and weak, his eyes were shining.
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"Cunning rabbit dead dog cooking, probably I have no use value." Zhuang Qingyun laughed at himself: "in the whole house, only the first lady, you treat me as a person from the beginning to the end. In the eyes of the high priest, I'm not even a tool to take advantage of..."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's tears rolled down: "sorry..."
"Fortunately, the young lady came back in time, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll die here. The corpse is rotten here and stinks here, and no one will find it..." Zhuang Qingyun gasped and closed his eyes again: "maybe it's my life that shouldn't die!"
As long as I live, I will wait until the day of revenge!
You animals who can't kill me will make me stronger!
Zhuang Xiaoyu felt more and more sad when he heard that this was the man of the Zhuang family. It was a real life. During the period when the eldest brother and the second brother were not in the house, they were all dressed up and waited on their father's nephew in front of the bed all night.
How can you do this to him?
He is so sick, not to mention the servant. There is not even a mouthful of water in this room. Is he going to die of thirst?
Yusui came back soon, with a nurse behind her. The nurse cleaned up the house quickly. Yusui brought warm tea and porridge to the head of the bed.
Zhuang Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the bed, twisted the handkerchief, put it on his forehead, and raised the bowl to feed him.
Zhuang Qingyun was lying on the head of the bed, drinking water and eating porridge. He gradually gained a little more strength. Broken jade was frying medicine outside. The bitter smell of medicine wafted out little by little, and the whole room was filled with this smell.
Zhuang Qingyun suddenly felt that this was probably his favorite flavor in his life, which could bring him hope to live.
With Zhuang Xiaoyu's careful care, Zhuang Qingyun's body is much better, but his whole body is still in severe pain, and his limbs are weak. The witch doctor can't find out what the problem is.
Zhuang Xiaoyu sent the witch doctor to the door: "you probably know something about this house. Young master Qingyun is not here. You can tell me anything directly."
The witch doctor shook his head: "Miss, it's not that I don't tell you, but that I really don't know what's wrong with young master Qingyun. My pulse is normal. I hope I can ask a whole set of questions. I should recover, but I can't get out of bed. This... This... You might as well ask young master Qingyun directly, or the doctor brought back by young master Qingyun.
Young master Qingyun has always been in good health. I heard that after seeing the doctor, he suddenly fell ill and couldn't get up. "
Zhuang Xiaoyu
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the witch doctor's back. After half a sound, he turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
Yu Sui is cooking medicine at the door, while the nurse is cleaning the yard. She looks at the person who is holding on because of the pain, biting her teeth and shrinking in the quilt. She opens the tent and asks, "why does it hurt so much? What did the doctor do to you? "
Blue veins burst out on his forehead. He was sweating all over. His voice was intermittent: "Miss, don't worry about this. It's my business. I'll be fine in a few days."
Zhuang Xiaoyu sat down at the end of the bed, looking at all this, raised his hand to cover his face.
Until the evening, the movement in the bedroom was a little smaller. When Zhuang Xiaoyu pushed the door in, he found that Zhuang Qingyun was up.
He took a bath, combed and washed again, changed his clean clothes and bedding, and the whole person seemed to be reborn. Although he still looked a little sick and weak, his eyes were shining.
"Cunning rabbit dead dog cooking, probably I have no use value." Zhuang Qingyun laughed at himself: "in the whole house, only the first lady, you treat me as a person from the beginning to the end. In the eyes of the high priest, I'm not even a tool to take advantage of..."Zhuang Xiaoyu's tears rolled down: "sorry...""Fortunately, the young lady came back in time, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll die here. The corpse is rotten here and stinks here, and no one will find it..." Zhuang Qingyun gasped and closed his eyes again: "maybe it's my life that shouldn't die!"As long as I live, I will wait until the day of revenge!You animals who can't kill me will make me stronger!Zhuang Xiaoyu felt more and more sad when he heard that this was the man of the Zhuang family. It was a real life. During the period when the eldest brother and the second brother were not in the house, they were all dressed up and waited on their father's nephew in front of the bed all night.How can you do this to him?He is so sick, not to mention the servant. There is not even a mouthful of water in this room. Is he going to die of thirst?Yusui came back soon, with a nurse behind her. The nurse cleaned up the house quickly. Yusui brought warm tea and porridge to the head of the bed.Zhuang Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the bed, twisted the handkerchief, put it on his forehead, and raised the bowl to feed him.Zhuang Qingyun was lying on the head of the bed, drinking water and eating porridge. He gradually gained a little more strength. Broken jade was frying medicine outside. The bitter smell of medicine wafted out little by little, and the whole room was filled with this smell.Zhuang Qingyun suddenly felt that this was probably his favorite flavor in his life, which could bring him hope to live.With Zhuang Xiaoyu's careful care, Zhuang Qingyun's body is much better, but his whole body is still in severe pain, and his limbs are weak. The witch doctor can't find out what the problem is.Zhuang Xiaoyu sent the witch doctor to the door: "you probably know something about this house. Young master Qingyun is not here. You can tell me anything directly."The witch doctor shook his head: "Miss, it's not that I don't tell you, but that I really don't know what's wrong with young master Qingyun. My pulse is normal. I hope I can ask a whole set of questions. I should recover, but I can't get out of bed. This... This... You might as well ask young master Qingyun directly, or the doctor brought back by young master Qingyun.Young master Qingyun has always been in good health. I heard that after seeing the doctor, he suddenly fell ill and couldn't get up. "Zhuang XiaoyuZhuang Xiaoyu looked at the witch doctor's back. After half a sound, he turned around and walked towards the bedroom.Yu Sui is cooking medicine at the door, while the nurse is cleaning the yard. She looks at the person who is holding on because of the pain, biting her teeth and shrinking in the quilt. She opens the tent and asks, "why does it hurt so much? What did the doctor do to you? "Blue veins burst out on his forehead. He was sweating all over. His voice was intermittent: "Miss, don't worry about this. It's my business. I'll be fine in a few days."Zhuang Xiaoyu sat down at the end of the bed, looking at all this, raised his hand to cover his face.Until the evening, the movement in the bedroom was a little smaller. When Zhuang Xiaoyu pushed the door in, he found that Zhuang Qingyun was up.He took a bath, combed and washed again, changed his clean clothes and bedding, and the whole person seemed to be reborn. Although he still looked a little sick and weak, his eyes were shining.
