Chapter 671: Only a few years left to live?
Su Peisheng looked at the wet nurse and his eyes flashed.
After so many years in the mansion, you still don't understand the prince. Even if you've served him for twenty years, if you step on his weak spot, you'll still end up in the same boat. The master asked you to serve him because he thought you were truly devoted to Prince Honghui. That's why he turned a blind eye to the wet nurse's repeated contacts with the Ulanara clan.
Now, it has come to an end.
"Ama!"
Honghui was a bit lost in thought as the wine squeezed his hand. Suddenly, upon hearing the Fourth Master's words, his face turned pale.
Wenjiu subconsciously looked at Honghui in front of him. Honghui is six years old this year. Logically speaking, he is one year older than Hongqing from the third master's family.
But he was half a head shorter than the others, and his body was very thin.
At such a young age, her face doesn't have any baby fat, but rather looks a bit thinner. You can even faintly see the blue veins on the back of her hands.
Perhaps because of nervousness, she kept biting her lower lip, and her little face was pale and bloodless.
"Master..." Wenjiu finally called out to the Fourth Master, "Please spare your life."
Honghui was stunned and subconsciously turned around to look at Wenjiu.
The Fourth Master narrowed his eyes and glanced at the wet nurse in front of him, then looked at the warm wine over there, and finally his gaze fell on Honghui.
"Honghui, what do you think we should do?"
When the wet nurse heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up and she immediately looked at Honghui with anticipation.
Honghui's eyes subconsciously fell on the hand that was holding Wenjiu. Finally, he slowly withdrew his hand and said with pursed lips, "Father, how about sending her to live on the farm..."
The nurse nearly gasped when she heard this. How could serving the eldest prince be the same as working in the countryside? Furthermore, she wasn't even old enough to retire yet. If she were sent away at this time, how could anyone not know she'd been demoted for something she'd done wrong? How could her life be easy?
His eyes widened immediately: "Big Brother, what are you talking about? Will there be anyone close to you after I leave? I am willing to serve you till death..."
"Su Peisheng, do as the eldest prince says." The Fourth Master looked at Su Peisheng with deep eyes.
Su Peisheng understood what she meant and responded with a "Yeah." Without waiting for the wet nurse to say anything else, he brought people to cover her mouth and took her away.
Honghui, who was standing beside her, stared at the nanny's back in a daze, but he just pursed his lips and didn't say a word.
Wen Jiu glanced at him and sighed, "Don't worry, I'll choose a new nanny for you. This person has bad intentions and will do you no good by staying with you. Don't worry, I won't choose you. Let your father personally choose the right person for you."
As he warmed the wine, he stood up and looked at the Fourth Master with a smile: "Master, what are you looking at? You should hold the eldest prince. He is injured."
[Ah, Master, he... doesn't have many years left to live. The dark energy in his forehead is getting heavier.]
After hearing this, Wenjiu couldn't tell what he felt.
According to history, he died in the 42nd year of the Kangxi reign. It's almost been 40 years since the turn of the year, so I'm afraid he only had less than three years left to live. Master, it's best not to have any emotional ties with someone who is destined to leave, to avoid heartbreak.
Wen Jiu: ...Who are you looking down on? How could I possibly have any feelings for the son of the Ulanara family?
He didn't even look at the Fourth Master and turned away.
I had only taken two steps when I saw Buyu hurriedly walking towards me.
"My Lord, something happened."
The Fourth Master paused and looked over with a frown: "What's going on?"
"Master, I don't know what happened. Lord Wang and Lord Xu just left our house and started fighting... Now they've reached our door. Please go and take a look."
When the Fourth Master heard this, he frowned and subconsciously looked at Wen Jiu.
Wen Jiu pinched his eyebrows, walked quickly to the Fourth Master, stretched out his hand and took the eldest prince from his arms: "Go quickly, Master, I'm here."
At this moment, the Fourth Master was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he wanted to take the eldest prince back from Wenjiu's arms: "You can't hold him..."
"Okay, let's get busy." Wenjiu said, turning around and leaving.
The Fourth Master was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "Su Peisheng! You hurry up and keep an eye on him."
After all, the two ministers in front could not be delayed, so the Fourth Master walked quickly to the front yard.
Wenjiu walked for a while before realizing that he had picked up Honghui.
When she looked down, she saw him looking at her with a confused expression. She immediately warmed her wine and coughed softly, "Your father is very busy. You know that, right?"
Honghui nodded: "I know."
"Well, as long as you know..."
Wenjiu couldn't think of what to say for a long time. Just then, Su Peisheng came over. Wenjiu immediately stuffed the eldest prince into Su Peisheng's hands like a hot potato.
"Hold on tight, Shanzha, and get someone to call the court doctor over quickly."
I came all the way back to Qingliang Pavilion, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw Nanny Gui waiting not far away.
"Why are you outside? Are the children asleep?"
Nanny Gui bowed to the two and said with a smile, "The Third, Fourth, and Fifth Princes have all gone to bed. Only the Second Prince said he couldn't sleep and wanted to wait for you. He even sent an old servant out to greet you."
Wen Jiu nodded and spoke, and several people entered the house.
Dabao ran out wearing his little slippers.
"Mother, do you miss Dabao?"
"I want my dear Dabao, my dear mother."
Hearing Jiu say this, Dabao immediately put his little face forward.
After waiting for Wenjiu to kiss him, he immediately smiled happily, held Wenjiu's face and kissed her on the cheek.
Only then did he notice Honghui who was not far away.
"Brother?"
Honghui didn't expect that his younger brother would recognize him. He was stunned for a moment: "Second brother..."
“Big Brother!”
"Second brother..."
Wen Jiu: “…” Are these two going to become sworn brothers?
He said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Dabao, brother is injured. Dabao, please don't play with brother for now. Wait until the court doctor examines brother, then you can play with him."
Dabao obediently withdrew his hand that was about to touch the wound, then lowered his head and blew on Honghui's leg: "Brother, it doesn't hurt anymore."
While speaking, she took Honghui's hand and blew on his palm.
The eldest brother looked at Dabao's smiling face and couldn't help but curl his lips: "Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Soon, the doctor from the Liu Mansion came over and helped the eldest prince treat his wounds. He also boiled some medicine and fed it to him.
Seeing that the eldest brother fell asleep, Wenjiu also exhaled and touched Dabao's head beside him: "Let's go, let brother sleep first."
Dabao nodded seriously and lowered his voice and said, "Mother, let's be quiet so as not to wake up my brother."
"Okay." Wen Jiu couldn't help but touch his son's head when he saw how cute he was.
Glancing at the eldest prince's still trembling eyelashes, Wen Jiu looked at Su Peisheng beside him and said, "Eunuch Su, please ask someone to go to the front yard to call two people that the eldest prince is familiar with to accompany him. Also, if there is anything we need here, just let me know. If the eldest prince doesn't want to stay here when he wakes up, he can let him."
After saying that, Wenjiu picked up Dabao and prepared to go out.
As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I heard a soft voice from behind...
"Thank you."
Wenjiu paused, said nothing, and left with Dabao.
[Ding~ Harvested 1 legendary purple heart.]
This time, not only Wenjiu was stunned, but even Xiaojin was a little dazed.
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