In troubled times, the daughter-in-law returns

Chapter 20 Critically ill
The more Sikong Ye gets in touch with Mu Xue, the more he feels that Mu Xue has a unique attraction. If she has any request or purpose, she will tell him straight to the point and never hide it. Appreciate it. She will look at him more because of his appearance, and will say a few words of sarcasm if she doesn't like his behavior style, but more often she doesn't bother to pay attention to him, as if building an invisible wall between each other, once the revenge is successful After that, she will leave this place and cut off all contact with him.

Thinking of this possibility made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

On Lan Kexin's side, ever since she fell ill in the rain, she began to linger on the sick bed, and she lost weight rapidly. In the end, the medicine was ineffective, and she had only her last breath left.

Sikong Ye was originally having dinner with Mu Xue at Jinxiudui, when someone from the City Lord's Mansion hurried over to tell him about Lan Kexin's recent situation.

Sikong Ye was originally in a good mood, but when he heard the news, his face immediately turned livid, and he dropped his chopsticks on the spot.

Mu Xue had never seen him lose his composure like this before, so she couldn't help being a little curious. After Sikong Ye walked away, she asked the person lying on the ground who hadn't recovered from his senses: "Young City Lord hasn't returned to the City Lord's Mansion for a long time?"

The woman who came to report the letter was a rough envoy from the Cardamom Courtyard. Her clothes were already soaked with sweat, she knelt on the ground and shivered, and stammered, "Yes, the young city lord has not returned to the city lord's mansion for ten days... ..."

In the past, the young city lord would not even return to the city lord's mansion for months and months, and no one dared to ask, who knows why this time it caught up with Miss Lan and became seriously ill?
The corners of Mu Xue's lips raised slightly, "Miss Lan, are you okay?"

The mother-in-law raised her head quietly and took a look at Mu Xue, and couldn't help being stunned when she saw her amazing beauty.

Mu Xue winked at her playfully.

The mother-in-law felt that her soul was about to fly away, so she quickly lowered her head again. No wonder there was a lot of talk outside that the young city lord was raising a vixen in Jinxiu Heap, it was true!Look at this appearance, the way is not shallow, how can a girl from a good family like Miss Lan win the fight!
Oh, that's not right, Miss Lan has been plagued by illnesses since she returned from Jinxiudui. Could it be that this vixen cast a spell on her?
Mu Xue knew what was going on in the woman's mind when she saw the woman's face, but she didn't care, she just said lightly: "Young City Lord, I'm afraid that Miss Lan will recover soon, so you should rush back to serve her." Let's go, Miss Lan is well, naturally your benefits are indispensable."

She didn't dare to stay even if she didn't chase her mother-in-law, for fear that the other party would also cast some magic spell on her, so she took a deep breath, regardless of her legs still trembling, got up and turned around and ran.

Mu Xue laughed it off, continued to bow her head to eat, and continued to think about the action plan after eating.She has now drafted three action plans, and she wants to deduce them one by one to see which one is more perfect.

Sikong Ye rushed back to the City Lord's Mansion angrily, and went straight to the Cardamom Courtyard.

The Cardamom Garden was covered with dark clouds, and everyone was frowning. On the one hand, they were worried that if something happened to Lan Kexin, the people in charge of serving them would definitely not be able to get well. On the other hand, they cursed the vixen who made Lan girl sick, and couldn't help it. Blaming the young city lord for being ruthless, why he didn't come back to take a look at Miss Lan for such a long time...

Seeing the young city lord walking into the cardamom courtyard, everyone knelt down tremblingly, waiting for punishment.

Sikong Ye completely turned a blind eye to them and went straight into Lan Kexin's boudoir.

In the boudoir, which was originally fresh and elegant and always full of plain fragrance, it is filled with a strong smell of medicine at the moment. The rose-purple curtain sets off Lan Kexin's face, which is getting paler. The rich blue color and paper-pale lips , and the pointed chin all showed her bad condition at the moment.

If it weren't for the long eyelashes still fluttering slightly, and the chest under the thin quilt still rising and falling slightly, Lan Kexin would be no different from a dead person.

Sikong Ye gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and asked Qiongzhi and Ruizhi, who were kneeling on the ground and trembling together: "How do you serve me?"

Qiong Zhi worked up her courage for a long time before saying: "Young City Master, ever since the girl came back from Jinxiudui and drenched in the rain that day, she developed a high fever, no matter how many medicines she took, it lasted for three days and then gradually subsided. , After that, I couldn’t eat anything, and I vomited whatever I ate...

"The slaves have thought of many ways, including preparing a lot of soups to invigorate the spleen and appetizers, but the girl still can't swallow it...

"The servants also sent someone to inform the young city master, but the young city master said that the girl is sick and just ask a good doctor, and the young city master will not be of any help. Several times, the slaves went to Jinxiudui , but the person at the door said that Miss Mu has already ordered, if Miss Lan sends someone to invite, just say that the young city master is not here..."

She couldn't continue when she said this, it was because Sikong Ye's eyes were too cold and sharp, like a sharp sword, which frightened her.

Lan Kexin, who was dying on the sickbed, suddenly coughed, woke up leisurely, slowly turned her head, and saw the person she was thinking of, a bright light flashed in her originally dull eyes, and her thin voice revealed joy : "Ye... Brother Ye..."

Sikong Ye flicked his sleeves, "Get out!"

The maids and women in the room hurriedly retreated, the door was closed, and they stood still in the courtyard far away, not daring to approach the house.

Sikong Ye took a step forward and was only five steps away from the bed. There was no emotion in his icy eyes, and he said coldly, "You think you can threaten me by doing this?"

"I..." Lan Kexin explained in a hurry, but she choked on her own saliva, and coughed violently, a sickly blush appeared on her pale and bloodless cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.

The cough was so severe that tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, like delicate flowers that had been ravaged by a violent storm.

If it were another person, he would definitely not be able to resist hugging him into his arms and tenderly loving him.

But Sikong Ye still stood there motionless like a mountain, as if he didn't see Lan Kexin's frailty at all.

Even the maids and women standing far away in the yard couldn't bear Lan Ke's heart-wrenching coughing, and everyone showed a look of intolerance.

Instead, Sikong Ye took a few steps back, pulled up a chair and sat down, quietly waiting for Lan Kexin to calm down.

Lan Kexin's series of coughing lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour before it stopped. The whole body was exhausted by the coughing. After the coughing stopped, she just lay on the bedside panting, unable to speak a word.

Her sweat-wet hair hung messily by her temples, and her jet-black hair made her complexion a bit uglier than before.

After finally gathering some strength, Lan Kexin raised her head, looked at Sikong Ye, and said weakly, "Brother Ye...you should know, I'm not that kind of person..."

(End of this chapter)