Reborn as the white moonlight of the tyrannical prince

Chapter 242
When Chen Yudie heard this, she couldn't help lowering her eyelashes, and naturally attached her hands to her lower abdomen.

That's right, Liu Huaidong's favor is only temporary, and his heirs are his lifelong reliance.

Chen Yudie smiled firmly, and was a deep blessing to Liu Bingfan: "Miss Xie, for your suggestion."

Liu Bingfan looked at the winter plums on Chen Yudie's temples, and said with a smile: "I sincerely hope that our Liu family will prosper. Shi Yun always said that he didn't want to be the youngest. If Auntie could give Shi Yun a younger brother, he wouldn't be the youngest." The youngest one."

Seeing Liu Bingfan's sincere smile, Chen Yudie wiped away the sorrow on his face: "Young Master Six is ​​so cute."

Liu Bingfan thought of that little meat bun, and the smile on his face became gentle: "It's very cute."

Chen Yudie chatted with Liu Bingfan for a while, then left on her own.

Xiaodie watched Chen Yudie leave, and said in a low voice, "Why did Miss help her?"

"An enemy's enemy is a friend." Liu Bingfan watched Chen Yudie go away, then turned around and broke off a branch from the wintersweet tree, and handed it to Ru Zhu, "The flowering period is approaching after the winter, and the winter plum has become the letter of the east wind."

Winter is here, can spring be far behind?
December [-]th.

He Anqing took Liu Xianhui and Liu Yiqin to the palace in full dress, and the old lady also went with her.

He Anqing is a concubine, Liu Xianhui and Liu Yiqin are just concubine daughters, the eldest lady has been suffering from the cold for the past few days and has no choice but to be brought into the palace by the old lady.

After returning, He Anqing had a happy face, while the old lady looked cold and indifferent.

Liu Huaidong also had a smile on his face, although he was not as loving as before to He Anqing, he was not as indifferent as he was a few days ago.

He Anqing gradually straightened up again.

Liu Bingfan saw it all and sneered inwardly.

Liu Huaidong would go to Yimeng Garden for meals every day, and would stay at Chen Yudie's place at night.

After all, Chen Yudie is young and beautiful, full of scriptures, and Liu Huaidong can talk about life philosophy with Liu Huaidong, both body and heart can be filled by Chen Yudie.

Every day He Anqing sees Chen Yudie flamboyant, with a shy face and resentment in his heart, but his face does not show any emotion.

The night of December thirteenth.

Chen Yudie's maid, Xiaoli, knocked on the gate of Su Huayuan in a panic.

Xiao Li panicked and knelt down in front of Liu Bingfan, with tears on her face, and said in a trembling voice: "Miss, please go and see my aunt, for some reason today, my aunt actually vomited and diarrhea, and she is no longer Save time."

Liu Bingfan was startled, and asked, "What happened? It started during the day?"

Xiaoli knelt on the ground, her face was ugly, and she burst into tears: "It started after the dinner. At first I thought it was just eating bad food. After drinking the soup and medicine for nourishing the stomach, I didn't pay much attention to it. But at this moment, my aunt suddenly passed out. The servant really came to beg the eldest lady because she had no other choice, please help the eldest lady to save my aunt."

Xiaoli kowtowed while talking.

Liu Bingfan got up and asked Rulan to change her clothes, "Where's father? At this time, shouldn't father be at Auntie's place?"

Xiao Li's voice was full of tears: "Uncle is staying at Aunt He's place tonight."

Liu Bingfan frowned slightly: "Ruzhu, you go to Yimengyuan and inform your father, Chun'er, you go to Shou'an Hall and tell your grandmother that something happened in Aunt Chen's courtyard."

The two took the task and immediately retreated.

Liu Bingfan continued to Xiaoli who was kneeling on the ground: "Hurry up and go back to the yard to take care of Auntie, I'll be there soon."

Xiao Li sniffed her nose and left in a hurry.

　Remarks: "The flowering period is approaching after Lala, and the winter plum has become the letter of the east wind." Excerpted from "Butterfly Love Flower" by Yan Shu in Song Dynasty

　　
　
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