There was a sudden spin, and he stumbled. An inadvertent step caused Mutam to fall down the wooden ladder.
The earth-shattering noise alarmed the people in the drug store, and everyone gathered around to take a look. They saw that his face was pale and he was curled up on the ground shaking.
"Lang Jun, you, how wonderful is this?"
The waiter was so frightened that he could not speak. He hurriedly went to call the doctor, but Mutam stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes:
"It's okay, I'm fine."
The waiter almost knelt down and said in a crying tone: "Mr. Lang, please don't scare me. Are you really okay?"
He shook his head, not wanting to say more to him, and slowly got up and ran towards the inn.
That was the abortion pill, it was Shen Que, she was pregnant.
That night, it was Li Luansong's child, but she actually wanted to abort the child.
It would be very uncomfortable, it would be harmful to her body, and would it cause her to get sick?
She must be extremely intolerant in her heart.
Such a good woman was ruined by Li Luansong...
Mutam's mind was in chaos, and he didn't know what to think or do. He just felt that all his thoughts came out at once, and he felt nothing but resentment and distress in his heart.
I feel sorry that Shen Ye must suffer, and that she has to bear all the grievances on her own.
No, she has to be stopped.
What happened on the boat that night had already broken her heart, and now she had to stop her from hurting her body at all costs.
Mutam ran directly to the small kitchen of the inn, where Zelan had been cooking for the past few days.
The pace was hurried, and finally he started running.
As a result, as soon as I arrived at the door of the kitchen, I accidentally heard the sound of "ah", followed by the sound of broken porcelain, a small burst of white smoke rising from the ground, the purple sand pottery pot shattered on the ground, and the dark ocher soup concoction spilled One place.
Zeelan clenched her fingers tightly, crying from the pain.
"Zelan, how are you? Did I get burned?" Mutam hurried forward to check, but Zelan shook his head.
The tears in his eyes fell down, "I'm fine, I just spilled the medicine."
She looked sad, but also a little happy.
Mutam lowered his head and took a step back, saying, "It's all my fault. I accidentally broke the jar. I'll go with you to admit my mistake to Master."
Shen Que's room was on the second floor, and she had already heard the sound of broken porcelain.
Seeing the two of them entering the door dejectedly, and then looking at the darkening sky outside, Shen Zhen sighed and said, "Forget it, let's take some medicine again tomorrow and cook again. It's so late today, you go and rest." "
She looked gloomy and spoke weakly.
"Madam..."
"Master."
"I'm fine here. You all should go and have a rest." She sat in front of the window and stared blankly out of the window without looking back or looking at them. "Zelan will go out to get medicine early tomorrow morning. Don't make any mistakes again."
In a soft but unquestionable voice, Zeeland said "yes" and pulled Mutam out of the room.
After closing the door, Zeelan hid his face and returned to his room without saying a word to Mutam.
Looking at the empty corridor and the two closed doors, Mutam felt empty in his heart.
He has never seen Shen Que so depressed. She should be positive and happy, smiling every day, and living a transparent and tenacious life.
But the figure from her back just now clearly showed loneliness and sadness.
He felt sorry for her, but couldn't do anything. She definitely didn't want more people to know about this, and he couldn't persuade him.
Depressed and irritable, I wish I could beat up Li Luansong right now.
Step by step, I walked down the wooden steps and walked out of the inn. The market outside was still bustling and lively. The night had just begun, and the vendors in the market had already spread out their goods, selling hard and lively.
Not knowing where to go, Mutam stood numbly at the door of the inn.
A person walked towards him, it was Liang Fan. He was holding a candied haws of apples in his hand, with a cheerful expression on his face.
"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Liang Fan handed him a bunch of candied haws in his hand, "I bought these. Master must like to eat them. This is for you, senior brother. I also bought a lot of fresh gadgets. Master She has been ill these past few days and is not very happy. She must be happy to see these things..."
He was talking to himself, and opened the cloth bag behind him like a treasure to show to Mutam.
Mutam came back to his senses, glanced at him blankly, and said: "Master is resting. Don't disturb her. Let's go and have a drink with senior brother."
Liang Fan said to himself that he recognized his master and senior brother, but neither Shen Que nor Mutam recognized him. Today he actually changed his story. Liang Fan was very happy and agreed.
This is a fool, so fools are the happiest and happiest.
Mutam thought and took Liang Fan to the restaurant opposite.
The two found a corner and sat down, completely ignoring the dancer's teasing and the harassment of other guests. Mutam just kept drinking.
Liang Fan was not strong enough to drink, but he still risked his life to accompany the gentleman. After a few drinks, his face turned red and he began to sway, looking at Mutam with a silly grin on his face.
"I know, you like Master, right?"
He drank too much and started talking arrogantly. Mutam rolled his eyes and looked at him, but ignored him.
"Actually, I have noticed it a long time ago. You don't have to deny it. Our master is indeed a rare woman in the world." He stretched out his hand and started counting with his fingers: "She is beautiful, smart, good to others, kind, and... …
He is also open-minded, special and thoughtful.
Every time I chat with Master, I gain a lot and benefit a lot. I really want to stay with Master forever. "
Mutam rolled his eyelids again, glanced at the nymphomaniac look on his face, and said:
"You are not suitable."
"Exactly." Liang Fan waved his hand, "You are not suitable. There is a huge gap in identity and status between you and Master, and Master is under too much pressure. Besides, you are not from the same country. You have no common language. Mu."
Liang Fan began to call her by name, "Your identity and your future will only limit Shen Que's development and make her unhappy. She will not be able to do what she wants to do. So, if you really, To be good to her, just let her go, let her go completely."
Mutam was very angry, but he had to admit that what Liang Fan said was right, and Shen Que probably thought so too.
She should have been a free and unrestrained little bird, with her own piece of sky.
However, he and Li Luansong all wanted to trap her in a golden cage, or in other words, everything they had was just a golden cage, and they could only break her wings.
Opposite me, Liang Fan was still talking to himself: "It would be different if it were me. Master and I are both from merchant families. We have the same experiences and experiences. We will definitely understand Master. I will be good to her all my life. Master She is the female Bodhisattva, goddess and fairy in my heart, and the fairy descending to earth..."
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Mutam's mind. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Liang Fan, who was blushing in front of him. This kid was very smart, but even a simple-minded person would be stunned, and he was undefended...
*
The next day, the sky was bright and Shen Que got up very early.
Zelan came in to wait on her. Seeing that she was much better, he went to cook porridge for her, but was stopped by Shen Que.
"Go get the medicine first." Her tone was firm and solemn.
Zelan said yes, "Originally I wanted to cook the porridge first. Before taking the medicine, I must eat something to cushion my stomach, otherwise it will be too harmful to the body."
Shen Que said no, "Get the medicine first to avoid causing complications."
Zeelan bit his lip, then turned around and went out without saying anything else.
When the medicine was brought back, Liang Fan had already stood up. As usual, he came over to see Shen Que and say hello. Shen Que dismissed him vaguely. Liang Fan didn't think much and turned around to go to the small kitchen.
Mutam stood by the window of his room, staring at Liang Fan as he went to the kitchen, then turned around and walked out of the room.
Zeelan was boiling medicine, adding wood to the fire with a sad face.
"Ze Lan." Liang Fan strolled in, "Is there anything good to eat? I'm hungry."
Zelan glanced at him: "I just know eating, eating, eating, no."
Liang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Zelan seemed to be angry, so he quickly tried to coax her with a playful smile: "Good sister, don't be angry. I just said casually, if you need anything from me, I'll help you."
Zeelan turned sideways to avoid him: "No, go aside."
Liang Fan couldn't get rid of the dog-skin plaster, so he said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'll help you. Are you boiling the medicine? Is this Master's medicine? What is this..."
With an "Ouch", Liang Fan, who was squatting next to Zelan, was hit. He threw himself forward and heard a "tear" sound, and his clothes were torn.
"Ah, what a big hole." Liang Fan was angry, turned around and said to Mutam: "Your Highness, please pay for my clothes."
Mutam quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just apologize. But I can't do it now, otherwise you can ask Zelan to give you two stitches first. I'll go out and buy two for you later, okay?"
Liang Fan gave up and turned to beg Zelan again. Zelan originally wanted to ignore him, but couldn't resist his shamelessness, so he had to stand up and said, "Okay, I'll get the needle and thread, and I'll sew here."
Seeing her turn around and go out, Mutam patted Liang Fan and said, "I'm so sorry. Look, it's all my fault for being irritable."
As he spoke, he pulled Liang Fan around. When the medicine jar was behind him, Mutam pointed behind Liang Fan and asked, "Hey, who is that? It looks familiar."
While Liang Fan turned around to look, Mutam quickly poured a packet of medicine in his hand into the purple clay pot where the medicine was being cooked, then lied that he had something else to do and left, and told Liang Fan: "It's a good life." Zelan looks at the medicine jar, don’t be careless.”
Liang Fan sat down and nodded, "Don't worry, I'm interested in my master's medicine."
Zelan came back with needle and thread, cooking medicine and helping Liang Fan sew clothes, while Mutam returned to his room to listen to the noise.
Sure enough, not long after, the sound of a medicine jar being broken came from Shen Que's room, and then Shen Que could be heard asking: "What kind of medicine is this? It doesn't taste right."
Zelan said: "No, I personally grabbed the medicine and kept watching it. No one has touched it."
After saying that, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and glared at Liang Fan: "What did you do?"
Liang Fan was stunned and said blankly: "I, I didn't do anything."
Mutam lowered his eyes. It seemed that he had survived another day.
But Shen Que didn't believe it. Hearing them shouting in the room, and hearing that Shen Que wanted to grab and boil the medicine himself, Mutam finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"It's me, I put the things away." Mutam broke into Shen Que's room, and then said to Zelan and Liang Fan: "You two, go out, I have something to tell her."
