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Chapter 189: Another attack

Su Yijin and Su Yilian were always noisy around her. Su Yilian was not the kind to talk a lot, and she was a well-bred daughter. She never said a few words at the dinner table in the past.

But Su Yijin was a chatterbox and kept asking her to talk. Even if Su Yilian was impatient, her good upbringing and tolerance for this concubine made her listen patiently and even chat with her.

talk.

Hearing Su Yijin talk about "Haidilao", "barbeque", "skewers" and "hot pot", Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but smile.

Qi Yao has been admonishing Qi Shuo on the other side, "Ah Shuo, now that Jiao Jiao is married, you have to put your thoughts aside and find a woman who you like and likes you in the future. No matter how good Jiao Jiao is, but you guys

It's no use being confused."

"Don't be depressed anymore. If you continue like this, I will want to hit someone. I can't see you like this."

After hearing this, Wen Jiaojiao sighed slightly in his heart and turned his eyes elsewhere.

"Brother, don't always act like someone owes you money. Come out and have some fun."

Xiang Wenzhu and Xiang Cheng were sitting at a table diagonally across from Wen Jiaojiao. As soon as she looked over, she bumped into Xiang Cheng's.

Wen Jiaojiao immediately looked away and fell on Yuan Lang and Wen Miaoran.

They sat on the left and right next to King Qing'an. Yuan Lang kept talking to King Qing'an with a smile on his face. King Qing'an occasionally answered her a few words, but his thoughts were still on Wen Miaoran.

He held Wen Miaoran in his arms and whispered a few words to her. Wen Miaoran didn't have a smile on her face and even pushed Zhao Yunji away.

The smile on Zhao Yunji's face immediately fell, he let go of her, said a few words to her with a calm face, and then turned to talk to Yuan Lang.

Wen Miaoran looked at Wen Jiaojiao and saw her nestled in the arms of the Salo man. She didn't know what she thought of, and her eyes were a little sad.

Wen Jiaojiao only glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes to rest.

Que Wu saw Wen Jiaojiao looking like she was about to sleep, so he asked her to lie on his lap, which would make her sleep more comfortable.

The warm and bright breath fell into a deep sleep, but he did not fall asleep completely. He always felt that he could not breathe, but he was also very dizzy.

While she was drifting off to sleep, she was awakened by a quarrel.

During the dinner, Wen Miaoran and Yuan Lang had an argument, and Xiang Wenzhu quarreled with Zhou Mosi for some reason. They choked each other and started throwing bowls.

Zhao Yunji was focusing on comforting Wen Miaoran and Yuan Lang, and the others didn't care at all.

Wen Jiaojiao rubbed her eyes and felt very thirsty. She picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. Her throat was dry and she almost choked on the tea.

Que Wu said to Wen Jiaojiao, "It's too noisy here. Shall we go back and rest?"

Wen Jiaojiao nodded, and as soon as he stood up, his whole body was spinning and he fell down.

Que Wu immediately changed his expression and hugged her.

"Little Moon!"

As soon as Wen Jiaojiao fell down, the room suddenly became quiet.

"What's wrong with Fourth Sister?"

"Sister Jiaojiao!"

Wen Yanxi and others quickly gathered around her. When they stepped forward to take a look, they found that her face was blue and purple and she was panting.

This is asthma.

"Get out of the way!" Que Wu yelled at the crowd, and pulled off a bag from his waist, which contained various medicines that were often prepared for Wen Jiaojiao.

Que Wu poured two pills from a porcelain bottle and gave them to Wen Jiaojiao to take. Then he held her up and made her lean forward slightly. He put his hand on her chest to help her breathe.

"Little Moon, breathe slowly, don't rush."

Wen Jiaojiao was breathing heavily, his heart was throbbing, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

She held Que Wu's arm tightly and said intermittently, "Que... Que Wu..."

After struggling to call out Que Wu's name, Wen Jiaojiao couldn't say a word anymore.

Que Wu saw that Wen Jiaojiao was still not feeling better after taking the medicine. Usually this medicine was very effective for Wen Jiaojiao's asthma. She hadn't had asthma for a long time. Why did she suddenly have an attack today?

Seeing Wen Jiaojiao's uncomfortable look, Que Wu's heart clenched in pain, but he did not dare to move her easily. Seeing that her lips turned purple, she probably had a heart attack as well.

Que Wu gave her two more red pills, and she calmed down a little.

Que Wu hugged her and let her lean against him. She couldn't sit yet, which was not conducive to relieving her asthma.

"Que...Wu..."

Wen Jiaojiao grabbed Que Wu's hand, her eyes filled with tears. She now felt her heart throbbing, as if her heart would stop beating at the next moment.

"I'm here, little moon, I'm here."

"I......"

Wen Jiaojiao looked at Que Wu, his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

This time, she felt as if she was really dying. Her whole body was clamoring to go on strike, but her heart was still struggling to hold on and beating desperately.

She wanted to say something to Que Wu, but in the end her vision turned black and she fell down.

All sounds stopped suddenly, as if disconnected from the world.

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Wen Jiaojiao felt like he was sinking into an abyss, falling endlessly.

She was extremely scared and wanted to catch something, but she could only let herself fall in vain.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar and gentle voice called her softly in her ear.

Wen Jiaojiao opened her eyes with difficulty and met a pair of worried amber eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she could see Que Wu. Wen Jiao Jiao's tears fell instantly. Que Wu wiped away her tears, but the more she wiped away, the more he wiped her. He hugged her into his arms, his expression seemed to be about to lose her.

Her appearance.

This time, Little Moon really scared him.

It turned out that some willow trees were planted not far behind the Tianqing Villa. The willow trees were in bloom, and the dense catkins were blown by the wind and floated into the courtyard, which triggered her asthma.

When Xu Yichen diagnosed her, his face was very solemn, and he only said that even if the catkin incident had not happened, her asthma and heart disease would have attacked sooner or later, because these drugs were becoming less and less effective for her symptoms.

Wen Jiaojiao hugged Que Wu's neck and sobbed softly in his ear, "Que Wu, am I going to die..."

Que Wu stroked her back comfortingly, "No, you will be fine."

Wen Jiaojiao shook his head and cried: "I know, I am going to die, and you are all hiding it from me..."

Que Wu's heart ached as Wen Jiaojiao cried. He held Wen Jiaojiao's tear-stained face, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, eyebrows, and her cheek all the way down.

and the tip of the nose, as if comforting a wounded beast, and finally the red lips.

Under Que Wu's gentle comfort, Wen Jiaojiao finally stopped crying, her shoulders still twitching.

Que Wu wiped away her tears and snot, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, Little Moon, you will be fine. We will be fine when we get to the southwest."

Hearing what Que Wu said, Wen Jiaojiao realized this time that she seemed to be on a carriage.

The carriage was covered with thick mats and some refreshing spices were placed on it. Wen Jiaojiao opened the curtain of the carriage and took a look. There were green mountains and green waters outside. He didn't know where he had arrived.

There were many soldiers accompanying her carriage. A tall figure on a horse saw Wen Jiaojiao who opened the curtain and raised his eyebrows: "Are you awake?"

Wen Jiaojiao looked at him for a while before reacting, "Song...General Song Chuan?"

When Song Chuan saw that she was awake, he cradled the horse's belly and went to the front to inform Xiao Yurong.

The carriage drove for a while and then stopped. Xiao Yurong opened the curtain of the carriage where Wen Jiaojiao was sitting and breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he saw that she had woken up.

"Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable? Are you hungry?"

Xiao Yurong suppressed the anxiety and worry in her heart, forced a smile on her face and asked Wen Jiaojiao softly.

Wen Jiaojiao shook his head, but because he was afraid that Xiao Yurong would be worried, he still said, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Seeing that Wen Jiaojiao wanted to eat, Xiao Yurong said hurriedly: "Okay, I'll get you some food!"

As soon as the car curtain was lowered, Xiao Yurong covered her mouth and couldn't help crying.

Wen Jiaojiao really scared her this time. After hearing Xu Yichen's diagnosis, her hope was almost extinguished.

Song Chuan looked at her sad look, stretched out his hand several times, and finally patted her shoulder, "Don't worry too much, everything will turn around."

Xiao Yurong wiped away her tears and said: "As a mother, I know your fair body best. I can only ask God for mercy."

The carriage and horses were repaired on the spot for a while, and they made a fire and cooked some hot food to send to Wen Jiaojiao.

Wen Jiaojiao saw that what was served in front of her were some of her favorite meats, and there was even a fragrant pork knuckle.

Wen Jiaojiao said nothing, sniffed, picked up the pig knuckle and gnawed on it.

She shed tears while chewing. She was afraid of being seen by Que Wu, so she kept her back to him.

Que Wu knew that she was crying secretly again and wanted to comfort her. He smiled and said, "I won't fight for the pork knuckle with you. There is no need to hide it."

Wen Jiaojiao wiped her tears, turned to look at him with tearful eyes, handed him the pork knuckle that had been chewed twice, and cried: "It's so greasy, I can't eat it."

She is now surrounded by her favorite food, but she has no appetite at all.

Que Wu looked at the poor little girl in front of him and hugged her, "We won't eat if we can't eat it."


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