When they were at Zhuangzi, Prince Wang asked her for wild vegetable cakes. Zhao Luoyang found it strange. Based on Prince Wang's family background, it stands to reason that he shouldn't like to eat this.
Now Mr. Wang said that he liked to eat it most since he was a child.
Zhao Luoyang looked at Xiao Yu: "When Mr. Wang was a child... he also ate wild vegetable cakes?"
The young man in front of him looked really exhausted. He held his cloak tightly and rested his elbows on the pile of firewood next to him. He was left sitting in the kitchen without even a place to sit. He felt a little uncomfortable.
He was a little aggrieved, but he didn't seem to feel it. Instead, he looked very relaxed.
As if he had already expected what Zhao Luoyang would ask, he smiled slightly and said, "Well, I left home when I was a child."
Zhao Luoyang's hand paused while adding firewood.
"Lost during the war."
Zhao Luoyang responded subconsciously, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.
Xiao Yu continued: "The person who picked me up knew the situation of my family and wanted to use me as a threat to ask for some benefits from my family, so he raised me for many years. It was not until my family found me later that they took me away.
go back."
As Zhao Luoyang listened to these words, the firelight from the stove reflected on her face, and she suddenly remembered the little mute's "grandmother". When she looked at the little mute, she had a fierce and strange look in her eyes.
It's like the man at the market who failed to sell his livestock at a good price. He turned around and took advantage of the livestock, but he couldn't really beat the livestock to death.
"careful."
The voice of Young Master Wang came again, and Zhao Luoyang felt her arm being pulled. Only then did she recover, and then she felt a burning sensation on her fingertips.
Just now...she almost burned her fingers when she was lighting the fire.
Xiao Yu's hand on her sleeve slowly released and he retreated without leaving a trace before she came to her senses.
Zhao Luoyang thanked him in a low voice.
Xiao Yu looked at Zhao Luoyang: "Did it scare you?"
"No...no." The strange feeling in Zhao Luoyang's heart came again, and many of the words Mr. Wang said sounded strange.
For example, mentioning wild vegetable cakes, mentioning the past, and now saying "it scared her."
In fact, it was just an ordinary conversation, so why should it be scary? Unless the matter involved her, she would only use such words.
Zhao Luoyang pursed his lips and turned to look at Prince Wang again, this time looking carefully at his features.
Xiao Yu just let her look at him quietly.
Finally, she looked away, and her fingers subconsciously touched the firewood in her hand. She was afraid that the branches on the firewood would scratch her fingers.
After saying so much, does she have any doubts?
Zhao Luoyang thought for a long time and finally said: "You..."
Xiao Yu wanted to expose it at this time. No matter what Zhao Luoyang said, he would ask: Who am I? Do you know now?
Maybe this matter is not acceptable to Zhao Luoyang.
After all, the little mute was once a "girl doll".
But at the moment when he opened his mouth, Zhao Luoyang saw that the prince in front of him suddenly frowned tightly. Although he tried his best to endure it, there was still a look of pain on his face.
At the same time, Zhao Luoyang heard the system's notification sound deep in his mind.
【Ding】System upgrade completed.
Zhao Luoyang had no time to check how the system was doing, because the prince in front of him suddenly fell backwards.
Zhao Luoyang subconsciously stepped forward to help him, but a huge pulling force came. She was unable to lift Mr. Wang up, and could only fall to the ground with him.
Everything happens in a moment.
Zhao Yuanrang, who was guarding the door, heard the movement first.
"Sister."
Zhao Yuanrang shouted and saw his sister sitting on the ground with the prince in her arms.
"Go quickly and call Dad."
Zhao Luoyang gave an order and lowered his head to check on Prince Wang.
Prince Wang's eyes were closed tightly, and he had obviously fainted. In a short while, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.
What disease is he suffering from?
Zhao Luoyang carefully tested his breathing, but fortunately he was breathing well.
"Son."
Huaiguang entered the kitchen first, saw the situation here at a glance, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Xiao Yu.
"Young Master..." Huaiguang's voice trembled. Why is the prince looking like he was before when he was seriously ill? Could it be...
Huai Guang dare not think about it.
Zhao Luoyang had already calmed down and said without waiting for Wang Huai to ask: "We were talking just now when Mr. Wang suddenly fainted. Before that, he just drank a bowl of water."
Huaiguang obviously believed in Zhao Luoyang. He nodded and said: "I'm sorry, Miss Zhao, my young master has not recovered from his old illness. He may have been too tired today... I will take the young master back to Zhuangzi and ask the doctor to check his pulse."
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No matter why the prince behaves like this, Huaiguang will not stay in the village. Firstly, it will be detrimental to the prince's treatment, and secondly, the news may be leaked.
Zhao Luoyang watched Wang Huai skillfully carry the Wang family's young master on his back.
At this time, Wang Huai was not like an ordinary manager. Although he was extremely anxious, he handled everything calmly.
Zhao Luoyang took a deep breath. If she had seen Mr. Wang like this before tonight, she would never have followed him, but it was different now.
What Mr. Wang said caused quite a stir in her heart and reminded her of the little mute several times.
"what happened?"
Mrs. Yang and Zhao Xueli also came over to ask about the situation.
Zhao Luoyang did not make the matter too serious and said in Wang Huai's words: "The Wang family's young master has not recovered from his old illness and is feeling a little uncomfortable at the moment."
Mrs. Yang and others were relieved when they heard this. Yuan Rang said that Mr. Wang fainted. If it was just uncomfortable, it might not be too serious.
Zhao Jingyun's expression turned even uglier when he came over. He didn't care to speak to everyone and just chased Huaiguang away.
Zhao Luoyang looked at Zhao Xueli: "Dad, why don't we follow him to Wangjiazhuangzi to see if there is anything we can do to help? After all, the person is here to be our guest, and we have to see him get better before he can feel at ease."
Zhao Xueli nodded: "Yes." Unless the Wang family doesn't let them go.
"I looked fine before," said Mrs. Yang. "Although I'm a little afraid of the cold, I'm quite energetic when I talk. How can I say I'm sick just because I'm sick?"
"Mom," said Luo Zhenniang, "it's an old illness that hasn't healed yet."
Old Mrs. Yang was just called away by the boy from the Shi family and left for a while. Who knew something like this would happen.
"Don't have any problems," said Mrs. Yang, "such a good boy."
Luo Zhenniang nodded accordingly.
Zhao Luoyang watched his father chase after him and was talking to Wang Huai. She looked at Wang Huai and nodded, probably not rejecting him.
"Mom, dad and I will go there and bring you back if there is any news." Zhao Luoyang picked up her skirt and ran towards the outside of the village.
The Wang family's carriage moved very fast, and it was difficult for Zhao Luoyang to ride in the same carriage as Prince Wang. Fortunately, the Zhao family's donkey cart was not slow either, so he could reach Zhuangzi within a short time.
Zhao Xuejing was also sitting in the car: "I see that the Wang family has been prepared for it. The prince may often do this."
"I don't know how it happened," Zhao Xueli said, "My body and bones are so bad at such a young age."
What always appeared in Zhao Luoyang's mind was the appearance of Mr. Wang when he fainted and the words he said.
He wanted to say something before, but was interrupted.
So...what is it?
"Zhao Luoyang."
A call came, and Zhao Luoyang answered subconsciously.
Zhao Xueli, who was driving the car, turned to look at his daughter: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Luoyang came back to her senses when she met her father's eyes. The voices that called her just now were not those of her father and third uncle, but came from deep in her mind.