"I understand." Qiyu interrupted Tinghe, her delicate eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, "Go and ask the fourth young master to take the lady's pulse."
"But the young lady said that no one is allowed to enter the Lotus Garden." Ting He hesitated, biting his lip and said: "Moreover, all the guards of Canglang Villa were transferred to the Lotus Garden and ordered, including the four young masters, to
No one is allowed to take a step forward."
Qi Yu frowned and said in a deep voice: "Go and invite me. If the guard refuses, just say it was my order!"
"Yes, I understand." Tinghe followed the order.
In Canglang Villa, the lady's orders cannot be violated, but Qiyu can convince everyone.
Qiu Yu opened the door to the inner room and walked softly into Feng Xizi's bedroom.
Feng Xizi was lying on the soft couch, her eyebrows were tightly closed, her pointed face and pale lips showed her morbid beauty.
Qiu Yu walked to the bed and found that she was holding the edge of the brocade quilt in her hand, with her thin and curved eyebrows lightly frowning, obviously she did not have a good dream.
Pulling the silk quilt up to cover her slender figure, Qiyu sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her sleeping face quietly.
When Mo Zhilan entered Canglang Villa, the four young masters of the Feng family naturally had to accompany him.
The huge Feng family was temporarily handed over to him - it didn't matter, he didn't want to see Mo Zhilan originally, so it was a good thing to go to Gusu Qianfang to take charge. Besides, he wanted to know whether Zi'er's old love for Mo Zhilan had not changed yet.
Already.
Three days, he had only been away for three days, and she fell ill.
Without using any brain power, he also knew who she was sick for.
In Zi'er's heart, Mo Zhilan will always be the first and the only one. No matter what decision Zi'er makes, it will not affect Mo Zhilan's status in her heart.
What separates them is not love or hate, just distrust and disbelief...
Mo Zhilan cannot abandon the country for Feng Xizi, and Feng Xizi cannot abandon the Feng family for Mo Zhilan.
Such men and women are like hedgehogs, equally smart, equally competitive, and equally proud... They use the method of protecting themselves to hurt each other.
In her sleep, Feng Xiziliu frowned, and her fingers left the brocade quilt, unconsciously grabbing something to reassure herself.
Qiyu smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and let her hold her fingers - the skin touched each other, and the warm touch came.
"Zi'er, I will never hurt you...never..." He stared at the sleeping little woman and lost his mind for a moment.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead with his thin lips.
The beautiful blue eyes become soft and affectionate unconsciously.
Feng Xi's purple long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and she slowly opened her eyes. What came into her eyes was Qi Yu's beautiful face like an elf.
"Qiyu, you're back..." She smiled softly, her voice a bit hazy and hoarse.
"I have to come back, you are sick." Qiyu put a pillow behind her and caressed her to lean against it.
Feng Xizi relaxed her body and said with a soft smile: "When you come back, I will feel at ease."
"...Miss, I have made you suffer." Qiyu felt her heart throbbing slightly along with her beautiful smile.
"Qiyu, I don't want to hide it from you. He's here and I've seen him." Feng Xizi sighed and smiled bitterly, "I...I beat him. It's strange that he was clearly beaten.
On his face, I felt pain in my heart. He didn’t dodge, but I was very angry, angry about why he didn’t dodge, why he asked me, and begged me to forgive him..."
Looking deeply at Feng Xizi with blue eyes, Qiyu asked lightly, "Then, do you decide to forgive him?"