Chapter 160 Feng Shu is about to die
The sky gradually brightened, with only a few stars remaining shining in the light blue sky. The earth also became hazy, as if covered with a layer of silver-gray veil.
Qingquanxuan.
Under the eaves outside the main house.
Banyan glanced at the room behind her, tugged at the sleeve of Bai Cui, who was drowsy beside her, and reminded her softly:
"Don't fall asleep. The master of the house stayed in Erlang's room last night. It's almost dawn now. We two should be ready to be summoned at any time."
Bai Cui was already in a daze, and now being pulled by Ban Yan, she became unsteady and staggered.
He suddenly woke up, scanned the surroundings and finally fixed his gaze on Banyan, and asked in a low voice:
"What's wrong? The master is calling for the seventh round of water?"
Seeing his silly look, Banyan frowned and repeated what she had just said:
"That's not the case. It's already dawn and it's time for breakfast. The master and Erlang must be hungry after working hard all night."
"Now I'm telling you to be alert because I'm waiting for the master to call you. This is to prevent you from messing up things and causing me to be punished together with you."
After he finished speaking, before Bai Cui beside him could reply, a slightly hoarse and clear female voice came from inside the room:
"Come in and serve."
Hearing the voice, the two people in the corridor looked at each other, shut their mouths, bowed their heads respectfully, said "yes", and pushed the door open.
Half an hour later.
Su Yuan, dressed in a purple straight-collared robe, walked towards the dining hall hand in hand with Meng Yunlan, who was dressed up.
Unexpectedly, just as they arrived outside the dining hall, a doorman from the Su Mansion hurriedly came down the side path.
Arrived close to Su Yuan.
He stopped, bowed his head slightly, raised a piece of paper respectfully with both hands, and walked to Su Yuan's side, reporting:
"Master, a little beggar just passed a note to me outside the door. He said someone is looking for you and asked me to present it to you. He said you will know the answer after reading it."
opposite.
Su Yuan frowned slightly, lowered his eyes to glance at the note in the doorman's hand, then reached out and took the square note and opened it.
She read the words on the paper clearly, her lips tightly closed and a light "tsk" came out of her mouth.
The reason is simple. Although the name is not marked on the paper, it clearly says:
"The promise I made before can now be fulfilled. Please come to me for help immediately. I am sick!"
Except for a little over a month ago.
She had said this to the Fifth Prince's servant at the banquet hosted by the Crown Princess, and had never made any promises to anyone else, so she knew who was looking for her the moment she saw it.
But it doesn't matter, she never likes to owe favors to others.
If Feng Shu hadn't reminded her of that matter, she wouldn't have been plotted against and died.
But it was impossible for her to know the opportunity in advance and take advantage of the opportunity, which resulted in more than a month of leisure.
Forget it, forget it.
It would be better to repay the favor quickly.
Su Yuan waved to the concierge to signal her to leave, then turned his head to look at Meng Yunlan and said softly:
"Yunlan, I have something to do right now. Please go in and have breakfast with Dad and the others. And tell them that I'm leaving the house first."
Meng Yunlan glanced at the note in her hand, nodded, and agreed:
"Okay, my wife, go and get busy."
After hearing this, Su Yuan nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards his Qiufengtai.
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It's a hot summer day and the cicadas are chirping noisily.
Shuyun Palace.
It was clearly a magnificent palace, but there were few servants serving inside. Only a few elderly palace attendants were dozing off outside the palace gate.
Main hall.
Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, lifting the white gauze curtains hanging in the hall, piling them up into layers. From a distance, they looked like auspicious clouds in the sky, elegant and beautiful.
In keeping with the environment is the handsome man lying on the large carved wooden bed.
However, this is all from a distance.
As they got closer, they could see that the man's face was pale with a hint of bluish white, and there was a hint of death in his face.
The man slowly opened his lifeless eyes, his pale lips trembled slightly, and a hoarse groan came out of his rolling throat:
"Alas, after all, man proposes, God disposes. Dong Hua, if I go, you can go and seek refuge with that man!"
After he finished speaking, he panted heavily as if he had used too much energy, and tears fell quietly from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. He continued in a weak voice as if he was leaving his last words:
"As long as we have a promise, Lord Feng will not go to war for a servant like you. You have been wandering around with a weak prince like me for more than ten years, and I can also provide you with a stable life for the rest of your life."
It's ridiculous that he had previously selfishly bleed himself to make a living.
Fate, things don’t always go as planned.
He Fengshu, will not live long!
He lost half of his blood, and the wound became infected, causing him to develop a fever.
With so many symptoms added up, even if Lord Feng didn't seal off Shuyun Palace this time, even if he invited the best imperial physician in the palace, he probably couldn't save my life!
Bed side.
After hearing what Feng Shu said, Dong Hua stopped twisting the handkerchief.
He turned his head to glance at the man on the bed, bit his lip, took two quick steps, and knelt down beside the bed with a plop. He stammered with a hint of tears in his voice:
"Master, Master, I have bribed the palace maid who went out to buy things this morning to send a letter to the Su Mansion, asking Miss Su to think of a solution for us. You, you haven't been treated yet, how can you give up so easily?"
He picked up the wet handkerchief in his hand and wiped Feng Shu's hands. His eyes were sparkling and he said resolutely:
"Another thing is, I have been serving you since I was a child. Although I treat you as my master on weekdays, I have long regarded you as my only relative in this world."
"Wuwu..., Master, if you die, how can Dong Hua live in this cold world with dignity? I will follow you, too."
Feng Shu listened to his long conversation, and his whole body trembled with anger. His chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped weakly:
"I, I am already terminally ill. If I can be cured, why would I give up? You really piss me off. How can Miss Su, a weak scholar, cure me? You really make things difficult for others and yourself."
Feng Shu was so angry that he felt his head buzzing and his throat seemed to be blocked by a foreign object, making it difficult to breathe.
He struggled to get up from the bed, his face turned from pale to blue, and a heart-wrenching cough came from his throat:
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
He had just finished coughing and hadn't yet caught his breath.
Feng Shu suddenly felt a spasm of severe pain in his body, and then he fell backwards like a falling kite.
Before he slowly closed his eyes, all he could hear was Dong Hua's grief-stricken cries and the slight sound of a window opening. Then he fell into darkness and lost consciousness.
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