Yi Ning held up her dizzy head and whispered, "Go tell Xuezhi and the others, I'll be there as soon as I finish copying. It won't take long."
After Luo Yixiu left, she hunched over her desk, copying the book stroke by stroke. The corner door was ajar, letting a cold breeze blow directly at her. Yi Ning felt extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't even make out the words in front of her, her consciousness gradually faded, and she felt sleepy.
She pinched herself secretly to sober up. If she didn't finish copying these, Ms. Gu might say something to her.
A large amount of ink was evenly distributed on the tip of the brush, soaking the paper, but Yining still didn't move his brush.
She couldn't even sit still. She struggled to stand up and tried to find Xuezhi and the others, but she felt dizzy and fell down.
But it seemed like someone caught her and she fell into a warm embrace.
Yi Ning was still somewhat sober. She smelled a faint soapy scent, her face pressed against someone's collar. It was a very unfamiliar scent. A pair of strong arms embraced her, then tried to let her go. She immediately grabbed the man's sleeve and murmured, "Don't leave, I feel so uncomfortable..."
Luo Shenyuan was silent for a while and placed the calligraphy he wanted to give her on the desk.
Luo Yining, the usually spoiled little girl, unexpectedly looked so pitiful. She really seemed weak and helpless.
But what did this have to do with him? She was just sick, and naturally someone would come looking for her. If he tried to save her again, he would only bring trouble upon himself. Why waste his time? Luo Shenyuan was about to push her away, but Yi Ning wouldn't let him. She was feeling very uncomfortable. She just clung to him, and her hot little face felt comfortable against something cool, so she rubbed it. She tried to reach out and hug the thing in front of her, feeling even cooler.
Luo Shenyuan was speechless when he saw the little girl rubbing against his jade pendant.
"Hurry up and get up." He said slowly, "I'll go find your girl for you."
When Yi Ning heard the voice, she vaguely remembered that it seemed to be her third brother. He said he would bring her a copybook today. So what was she holding? Yi Ning's mind was now a mess. If it was Luo Shenyuan, he would definitely not abandon her.
"Third brother, I'm sick..." Yining whispered, "I have a headache, I'm thirsty, and I feel uncomfortable. Please don't make a fuss..."
Luo Shenyuan frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong, and then reached out to touch her forehead.
This girl has such a high fever!
Without thinking too much, he immediately picked up the little girl and walked out. He saw Xuezhi and other girls walking towards him.
Seeing Luo Shenyuan actually hugging Yi Ning, Xuezhi was a little surprised: "Third Young Master, what are you doing..."
Luo Shenyuan said coldly: "Your master has a high fever, but none of you are here to take care of him. Yet you are serving him very well!" He did not say much to them and quickly went to Mrs. Luo's residence.
Xuezhi was stunned. She had never before noticed that the taciturn Third Young Master could be so fierce and intimidating. She paused for a moment before she immediately understood and hurriedly followed. The young master was in trouble!
After bringing the person back home, Mrs. Luo was really angry.
How could she not be angry? She was fine when she left, but when she was brought back, she was dying, unconscious and only knew how to say she was in pain. Old Mrs. Luo looked at her little granddaughter, who was as weak as a cat, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.
"This is how you serve me personally!"
She sat on the armchair, with Madam Xu standing beside her. The maids and servants who had accompanied Yining to school, both large and small, knelt on the ground, with Xuezhi and Songzhi leading the way, not daring to stand.
Old Lady Luo pointed at Xuezhi and said, "You were left behind by the eldest daughter. You usually serve my sister closely. How could you be so clueless? You brought my sister home when she was feeling unwell, and you didn't even notice she was burning like this?"
Xuezhi was the eldest maid, and no one disrespected her when she served Yi Ning. Now, she held back her tears and said, "I feel guilty. It was indeed my negligence. Please punish me, Madam."
Songzhi cried, "I have to speak up for Sister Xuezhi. If we really want to talk about it, Sister Xuezhi has to bear three-quarters of the responsibility. It's really the teacher, Ms. Gu, who is so unkind. My sister was sick, and she didn't want us to take care of her. She even punished her sister by making her copy books..." Songzhi cried and recounted the whole process in a fragmented manner.
Mrs. Luo, who usually worshipped Buddha and meditated, was also furious when she heard this: "How dare she!"
The maids and servants around her would inevitably persuade the old lady again.
Old Mrs. Luo took a deep breath.
A daughter of a poor family, teaching at the Luo family, dared to speak in a pretentious manner to Mei Jie'er. Normally, she didn't know how she treated Mei Jie'er. She only knew that Mei Jie'er was disrespectful to the female teacher and always contradicted her. She usually helped to discipline Mei Jie'er, urging her to respect her teachers. So this was how Ms. Gu taught. No wonder Mei Jie'er didn't like her!
Mother Xu knew that Mrs. Luo was angry, so she whispered, "After all, this man was hired by the Second Master, and he teaches in our house. It's not convenient for you to scold him personally..."
Mrs. Luo said coldly, "Go tell her tomorrow. If she does it again, I'll make sure she can't stay in Baoding anymore."
Madam Xu bowed and withdrew. Old Lady Luo asked someone to help her go to the side room. She turned back to look at the maids and said, "Xuezhi and Songzhi, get up and take care of my daughter. The rest of you, kneel outside."
Xuezhi and Songzhi wiped their tears, hurriedly brought hot water, towels and other things, and followed him into the west room.
The older maids attending to Old Lady Luo were wiping Yining's face and hands. Luo Shenyuan was still standing by Luohan's bed, the younger one clinging to his sleeve. That was how she'd held onto him when she drowned that day. Luo Shenyuan watched as the tiny, doughy hand clutched his sleeve tightly, so tightly that the knuckles turned white. He had the illusion that she was incredibly dependent on him.
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