The servants secretly muttered in their hearts: "I've been informed several times today. Didn't you always say it's nothing serious?"
But everyone said "yes" obediently, and immediately the person who boiled the medicine went to boil the medicine, and the person who drew the water went to fetch water.
"Zhou'er, it's late at night. Let Ling'er have a good rest. You're also in a hurry. You should go back and rest early." Mrs. Song wanted to call Song Wenzhou to go with her.
Song Wenzhou stood up in response and was about to say goodbye to Lu Ling and leave.
Master Song stopped him: "You'd better stay and take care of Ling'er yourself."
He believed that if one person in a young couple is sick, the other should take good care of them, so as to strengthen the relationship between the couple.
A look of reluctance quickly flashed across Song Wenzhou's face, and he bowed in response.
Before leaving, Mrs. Song secretly glanced at Lu Ling's pale face, couldn't help but shiver, and then followed Mr. Song's footsteps and eagerly left the room.
She was almost scared to death by Lu Ling.
In my forty years of living, I have never seen anyone enter the Palace of Hell and escape back again.
Even if he escapes and comes back, he will definitely have some ominous aura on him!
The maids and wives went about their own business, leaving Haitang standing by the bed, still looking worriedly at Lu Ling, who was lying on the bed with his eyes half closed.
Song Wenzhou sat dumbly beside the bed, staring blankly at the flickering candlelight beside him, absent-mindedly.
How did that happen?
Logically speaking, even if she doesn't die, she won't be resurrected, right?
"Haitang, help me sit up."
Lu Ling's weak, silky voice came to his ears.
Haitang quickly brought a soft cushion and helped Lu Ling sit up.
When she touched Lu Ling's skin, she was also startled.
"Miss, are you feeling uncomfortable? Why are you so cold?"
Lu Ling sat up, panting slightly, leaned on the soft pillow, and shook his head gently.
Now that she had just resurrected herself from a dead body, and her bones were already weak, she could hardly exert any strength at all.
Haitang quickly took out a velvet cloak and put it on Lu Ling. She also held a bed of light but warm silk quilt to cover her. Then she felt relieved and stood at the edge of the collapse.
Song Wenzhou didn't say a word for a long time, just watching Haitang's movements. At this moment, the air suddenly became still, and some strange Yin Qi emerged from the room for no reason.
He shuddered.
Turning to look at Lu Ling, he suddenly met her eyes.
He was obviously still so lethargic and dying of illness, but for some reason, he always felt that there was a mystery in his sick eyes that had never appeared before.
"Ling'er, what do you think?"
He frowned slightly, the concern in his eyes almost overflowing.
Only Lu Ling knew how hypocritical this concern was.
The original Lu Ling was a person who didn't talk about her sufferings and just digested them silently. Even Haitang, who grew up with her, didn't know her sufferings.
When others were around, Song Wenzhou always pretended to be affectionate to Lu Ling, and his words and actions cherished the intimacy. But as long as no one was around, his face immediately became colder, even colder than the frost on an autumn night. cold.
Sometimes, just to show off, he had to sleep in the same room as Lu Ling. Lu Ling could clearly see impatience and even disgust on his face.
It was even more impossible to get intimate. He would use the excuse that Lu Ling was weak to go back.
If Lu Ling accidentally touched the back of his hand, he would quickly retract his hand.
When Haitang brought water in early the next morning, he would immediately put on a false smile and say to Lu Ling: "Ling'er, thank you for your hard work last night."
Hearing this, Haitang blushed and lowered his head in silence.
And when he left Qingfengyuan, he immediately ran to his cousin for comfort...
Lu Ling was left alone in the room secretly wiping tears.
After Lu Ling's father died, Lu Ling's mother also fell ill. Song Wenzhou made excuses not to let Lu Ling go back to visit, and Lu Ling became depressed and ill.
In the last year, her health deteriorated rapidly, and she soon reached the point where she could no longer cure herself...
"Ling'er?"
Song Wenzhou brought Lu Ling back to his senses in a daze.
Lu Ling met his pretended to care eyes and smiled sarcastically: "Husband, I'm fine."
The female ghost originally thought that if she became Lu Ling, she would definitely skin Song Wenzhou and vent her anger when she opened her eyes.
But after he fell in love with her, his mood stabilized instantly, and his heart became much calmer and more stable.
If you want to avenge the original owner, just being angry is of no use.
"That's good."
Song Wenzhou said, reaching out and touching the back of Lu Ling's hand.
"hiss."
He gasped.
What kind of ice cube is this? How could someone be so cold?
Seeing this, Haitang turned around and lowered her head to get out.
"Haitang, you stay."
Lu Ling stopped her.
Haitang was stunned for a moment, then stood back to his original position.
Song Wenzhou frowned almost imperceptibly.
As long as Haitang stays here, he can only continue to act.
At this time, a maid came in with medicine and delivered it to Song Wenzhou.
Song Wenzhou paused subconsciously before taking the medicine bowl.
The medicine was boiled in a hurry and poured into the bowl. The bowl was hot to the touch due to the hot medicinal soup.
Song Wenzhou's hands were as long and tender as a woman's. They had been used to write for fun since childhood. Now they were burned by this bowl and immediately turned red.
The maid was fine carrying it just now, but Song Wenzhou's palms were burned red.
He wanted to send the bowl back, but it seemed pretentious, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.
Lu Ling looked at his pain-bearing expression and red fingers, and his eyes accidentally moved to his thighs.
Half an hour ago, the scene of him and Liu Qingyun having an affair in the Buddhist hall flashed into his mind unceremoniously.
Lu Ling's teeth clenched involuntarily.
He stirred the bowl with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of dark brown medicine, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and tested the temperature. Song Wenzhou then brought it to Lu Ling's mouth and said, "After you finish the medicine, Sleep. The doctor said that your disease can be cured, as long as you follow his prescription for a year and a half and you will be cured."
His acting skills are so good that he could win an Oscar!
The servant next to him looked envious in his heart: "I'm afraid there won't be another person in Weizhou who is as attentive and loving to his wife as the young master! The young madam is really a great blessing!"
Lu Ling sneered in his heart and refused to expose him.
However, looking at his red fingers, Lu Ling suddenly had an idea in his mind.
She pretended to stretch her body forward, as if she was going to drink the spoonful of medicine.
He raised his arm "unconsciously" and accidentally hit the bowl in Song Wenzhou's hand.
As she wished.
Hearing Song Wenzhou cry out in pain, his body jumped up from the edge of the collapse. Then there was another snap.
The servant heard the sound and looked around, only to see that the medicine bowl fell to the ground and became in pieces, but only some of the medicine juice splashed on the ground.
What about other concoctions?
"ah!"
The maid who came in carrying the medicine screamed in surprise and quickly put her hand to her mouth to hide her fear.
Haitang quickly followed the maid's gaze and looked between Song Wenzhou's legs...
It turned out that a large bowl of hot concoction was sprinkled on the top of his thigh.
It seemed that the burn was severe. Song Wenzhou was covering the area with both hands, with a look of pain and embarrassment.
He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to hold back the cry of pain.
Haitang quickly said to the panicked maid who was still standing there at a loss: "What are you still standing there for? Call the doctor back!"
