In the midst of Lan's cries, Ling Yanran next to her said worriedly, "Third sister, sister Xue'er... she knelt in the ancestral hall all night last night. Maybe it was because the spring cold had just passed, it was too cold at night, and she didn't eat anything.
.When Aunt Lan secretly went to see her at noon, she found that sister Xueer had fainted on the ground and had a high fever. She hasn't woken up yet... The doctors can't tell her any symptoms..."
Aunt Lan cried, "Xue'er was born weak in the womb, and she has finally been nursed back to health over the years, but..."
"Steward, take my post to the Imperial Hospital and ask for the Imperial Doctor." Ling Sheng said silently.
The butler immediately took the order and left.
Aunt Lan kept crying, "Master... Xue'er, she..."
"She will be fine. She needs someone to take care of her now. You go down first." Ling Sheng said without refusal.
Aunt Lan glanced at Baili Feiyue and gritted her teeth.
Ling Sheng looked at Baili Feiyue and Ling Yanran, "Didn't you go to the spring hunting party? Why are you back so early?" He had been fighting outside for many years. Strictly speaking, he was absent from every child's growth. Ling Sheng
Sheng Zai tried his best to be an impartial and qualified father.
Baili Feiyue was a little surprised. Ling Yanran hadn't complained yet?
On second thought, the scene just now was indeed not suitable for a complaint.
Now, when Ling Sheng asked, Ling Yanran lowered her head slightly and said in a low voice as if to avoid it, "I'll come back if it's not fun..."
This was obviously a prevarication, how could Ling Sheng not see it, "What happened?"
His tone was gentle, but when his eyes fell on Ling Yanran and Baili Feiyue, they naturally had a sharpness gained from battlefield experience.
Ling Yanran seemed unable to bear it, and knelt down with a plop, "Dad...it's all my daughter's fault..."
His eyes instantly turned red, "If I hadn't thought about Third Sister having just come back and not being familiar with anything. I wanted to get Third Sister familiar with her as quickly as possible, so when Her Highness the Princess sent a message to invite me, I begged the Princess to also invite Third Sister... maybe
It won’t… it won’t…”
At this point, I was already trembling, as if I had been suppressing it before, but now it broke out, I was so scared.
As if she finally had an outlet, Ling Yanran talked about what happened at today's spring hunting party intermittently.
At first, Ling Sheng thought that he might have a conflict with a young lady from some family. He thought it was a trivial matter, so he asked as a routine concern. The more he listened, the more his heart sank. He heard that the regent appeared and cut out Princess Ningyang's tongue.
By then, his face had become inscrutable with no idea.
"Dad, don't blame Third Sister. She must have been frightened too." Ling Yanran sobbed, blaming herself.
Ling Sheng didn't say anything. After a long while, he said with no discernible emotion or emotion, "You guys go down to rest first and go see Xue'er when you have time."
"Don't worry, Dad, sister Xue'er will be fine!" Ling Yanran said reassuringly.
Ling Sheng nodded and waved for them to go down.
After coming out of the hall and walking far away, Ling Yanran still looked like she was afraid of crying. She gave Baili Feiyue a meaningful look, snorted and turned around to leave.
"Miss, for Miss Eighth's illness, Aunt Lan must have put this account on Miss's head." Madam doesn't like Miss, and Miss Fifth is more thoughtful than a sieve. Aunt Lan is filled with hatred, and Miss Lan is really besieged on all sides!
"Let's go see Eighth Sister."
Su Yi didn't hold out hope, "Even if you go to visit Miss Eight now, Miss, I'm afraid Aunt Lan won't appreciate it."
"I don't want her to appreciate it either."
Just now, Mrs. Lan looked sad when she cried, but even the angle of her makeup was well controlled, and crying like that did not damage her beauty at all.
With Ling Sheng in front of her, it is understandable that Lan has to pay attention to her image. But as a mother, her daughter is really seriously ill, so she still cares about this the whole time, which is a bit unreasonable and strange!
When Baili Feiyue took Su Yi to the yard where Lan and the others lived, Lan saw her coming in and said with a cold face, "What are you doing here!"
"Look at the eighth sister." Baili Feiyue was very calm.
"Haha, if it weren't for you, why would I punish Xue'er to kneel down in the ancestral hall! Now come and show off!"
Since she doesn't speak well and wants to beat her up, Baili Feiyue is not polite, "If you are stupid and want to harm others, you have to bear the consequences of your stupidity."
"You!" Lan's fingernails dyed bright red were rubbed into the silk handkerchief, "Let's see how long you can be proud! I have recorded all the pain Xueer suffered today!" Baili Feiyue went to bed.
As he walked, he said angrily, "What are you going to do!"
"Dad asked me to come and see my eighth sister. He must be hoping that we sisters can keep in touch and develop a sisterly relationship. Naturally, I have to listen to what dad says."
Baili Feiyue laughed, "What's the matter, Aunt Lan doesn't agree with dad's idea?" After saying that, she walked straight over Lan and opened the bed curtain. Lying on the bed was Ling Xue, whose face was as red as a cooked shrimp.
Son.
Aunt Lan came over eagerly and said harshly, "You saw it! Are you satisfied? Do you think we will still pretend to be sick?"
Even in a severe coma, Ling Xueer's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and it could be seen that she was quite uncomfortable at the moment.
After looking at Ling Xueer quietly for a few seconds, Baili Feiyue's eyes flashed with coldness, and sure enough... she put down the curtain lightly.
Turning around, his eyes fell on Lan.
Laughing, "Eighth sister has a good mother..."
Aunt Lan felt a little weak when she saw her.
Is it...impossible!
Aunt Lan shook off the thoughts in her mind without changing her expression. "What do you mean?"
Baili Feiyue raised her eyebrows with a smile but not a smile, "What do you mean, Aunt Lan, you don't know? Do you really have no idea that the eighth sister will become like this?"
"Xue'er became like this, of course it was you who caused it!"
Baili Feiyue gave her a mocking look, said nothing, and left with Su Yi.
Ling Xueer's illness was thought to be an ordinary fever, but it was unexpectedly serious. Several imperial doctors were invited that night.
By the next morning, Ling Xueer had almost only a weak breath left. In just one night, she was like a flower that lacked water, withering at an extremely fast speed, her eyes were sunken, and her complexion was ashen. Qualifications from Taiyuan Hospital
The oldest imperial doctor complained to Ling Sheng, saying that there was nothing he could do. He pointed out tactfully that even if there was a fine thousand-year-old ginseng hanging, he would only have about three days at most, so that he could grieve.
Because of Ling Xueer's illness, no one in the entire General Mansion could rest for a while.
Even though she was recovering from a serious illness and in need of self-cultivation, Mrs. Li was still guarding her in Aunt Lan's courtyard.
Although Ling Xue'er was only a concubine, Ling Sheng didn't really support many children. He valued every one of them. He was really angry when he punished Ling Xue'er before, but now he is really worried, and he personally guarded her all night.
At this moment, when the old doctor said this, Ling Sheng said with some hesitation, "Is there really nothing we can do?"
"General, your medical skills are really not good." The old doctor felt guilty that he could not help, but he was also very ashamed. "I have been in Xinglin for fifty or sixty years, but I haven't even found out the cause of the disease in Miss Guifu."
I’m really ashamed…”
This imperial doctor is the authority of the imperial hospital. He said that Ling Xueer's condition is too serious!
After waiting for most of the night, Ling Yanran, who had just come in, heard this and said with red eyes, "Isn't there anything the imperial doctor can do..."
As if something suddenly occurred to him, he said, "Mom, maybe we can ask the miracle doctor of the Buddha Pavilion! Although the miracle doctor of the Buddha Pavilion may not have the same medical skills as the well-informed imperial physician, he is indeed somewhat good at these weird things.
Symptoms! Mom, you were not very sick before, but now you are getting better, aren’t you?"
When Ling Yanran said this, Li seemed to have remembered it, "Look at me, I'm confused when I'm in a hurry!"
Aunt Lan, who had been holding Ling Xueer's hand, cried, "Didn't you say that the miracle doctor only visits once every three months..." She looked at Mrs. Li again, as if looking at the last life-saving straw, "Madam, isn't the miracle doctor just treating her?
Do you treat the disease? When will he come?" He knelt down with a plop, "Please, madam, please ask the miracle doctor to save my Xue'er!"
"Sister Smurf, get up!" Mrs. Li hurriedly helped her up, "Xue'er is sick, why am I not in a hurry! It's just...Sister Smurf, you don't know, the miracle doctor came to the house once and left half a month's worth of medicine.
, saying that you will be better after taking the medicine. Think about it, I won’t come again..."
Aunt Lan lowered her arms in despair, "How could this happen... Then I will go to the Pagoda to beg! I will kneel down to the miracle doctor! I am also willing to kowtow step by step!"
Ling Yanran couldn't bear to see it and sobbed, "Aunt Lan, don't be like this. What will you do if you kill sister Xue'er! That Pavilion of the Buddha... It's not the time for the Pavilion to be opened once every three months, so you can't find it if you go there.
Human…”
Aunt Lan had no image this time. There was an inexplicable panic in her heart. She grabbed Ling Sheng's hand and said, "Master, master, please save our Xue'er..."