Meng Xun has been busy these days. Not only is he busy dealing with the Meng family's business, but he also has to help inquire about the thousand-year-old tiger bone. There is a hint of fatigue between his brows. Meng Xun

has complicated feelings towards Meng Zhao. His elder brother, whom he has respected since childhood, has suddenly become his rival in love. Should he hate him or respect him?

In this matter, it is not Meng Zhao's fault. We can only blame God's will and fate.

Fortunately, I heard that there are some clues about the dragon bone. If the dragon bone is really found, Meng Zhao's leg can be saved, and Qingying's original intention of marrying into the Meng family to bring joy will be fulfilled.

By then, Meng Zhao will no longer need anyone to take care of him. He will marry and have children, and Qingying's stay in the Meng family will be dispensable.

Meng Xun thought, at this time, he would go to his elder brother in person to ask for Qingying. At that time, his elder brother would have a beautiful wife who was newly married, so he would naturally not keep Qingying.

Then he could run away with Qingying.

Meng Xun thought about it carefully and felt that this matter was very feasible. He suddenly felt that Meng Zhao in front of him was not so hateful. He was still willing to respect his elder brother as before.

Meng Xun walked forward with complicated feelings. He asked with concern: "Brother, are you well these days?"

Even if Meng Zhao was unhappy that his second brother was the former lover of his concubine, he would not show it to his face. He would only be jealous secretly and ask for it back from Qingying after returning.

Meng Zhao was better at disguising than Meng Xun. He nodded calmly and said, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern ,

second brother." Qingying remembered that Meng Xun had said last time that she would have to bow to him next time she saw him. This time, she did not dodge. She bowed to him calmly and said respectfully, "My humble concubine has met the second young master."

Today, Qingying ate too much and her stomach was uncomfortable. When she bent down, sour water rushed up.

The feeling of nausea was too strong. She couldn't help it. She opened her mouth and vomited immediately.

"Goo... gee..." The sour water mixed with food residue rushed up her throat and was vomited by Qingying on the ground.

She vomited out all the food she had eaten this morning. When she vomited out, only bitter water was left.

The two men present were completely frightened by Qingying. They were all nervous and worried, and asked in unison: "Qingying, what's wrong with you?" Qingying's face

turned pale from vomiting. She leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and said weakly: "I'm fine."

However, just after she finished saying those three words, she suddenly fell to the ground and fainted.

"Qingying!" The two men shouted nervously.

Meng Xun immediately stepped forward, picked up the fainted Qingying and ran to his room.

This was a road outside the Xiyuan yard, close to his room.

As soon as he walked into the yard, Meng Xun immediately ordered the gatekeeper, "Go and get the doctor, my aunt has fainted."

"Yes." After receiving the order, the gatekeeper ran out immediately.

Meng Xun was in the house, nervously taking care of Qingying, and had no time to care about anything else.

It seemed that everyone had forgotten the person who should have been at Qingying's bedside.

When Qingying fell just now, Meng Zhao's heart tightened, and he wanted to get up and hug her immediately.

But his legs were crippled, and he couldn't get up at all. Even lifting his legs was very difficult. He could only watch Meng Xun carry Qingying away.

Meng Zhao is now in a more remote avenue behind the West Garden, where few people pass by.

To get there, Meng Zhao had to walk to the main gate of the West Garden, where servants often walked back and forth.

Meng Zhao's legs could not let him walk, so he could only hold the two wooden wheels of the wheelchair with his hands and push it forward with difficulty .

Meng Zhao had lived for more than 20 years, and there had never been a moment that made him feel so frustrated and depressed as now.

He hated that he did not have a pair of legs that could walk normally. Even when his beloved woman fell in front of him, he could not pick her up, and could only watch others carry her away.

It took Meng Zhao less than half a minute to walk to the main road in front of the West Garden. Coincidentally, at this moment, a servant passed by.

Meng Zhao hurriedly ordered him: "Hurry, push me to the second young master's residence."

"Yes."

The servant responded, and immediately walked behind Meng Zhao and pushed him to Meng Xun's yard.

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