Mei Gongqing: Quilt? 8 绔? ??绌?/a>

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　　Chen Wei returned shortly after Chen Wei left, but she did not bring the doctor back. Looking at Chen Rong who had been pacing around the room, Ping Nao said: "Lord Lord sent a ginseng to the girl and told me to take good care of the girl. He, he said," Ping Na's voice was a little soft , "He said that the girl is self-healthy and should not be seriously ill. If you are sick, you have to support it for a few days. He also said that tomorrow night, Xi Zhong Duohua will serve the children, and the girl must not be seen."

　　 Speaking of this, Pingya stared at Chen Rong, her expression was one thousand and ten thousand agrees.

　　Looking at the expression of Ping Yu, Chen Rong thought with a headache: No wonder the uncle did not believe it. Looking at the appearance of Ping Yu, how could I be seriously ill?

　　Chen Rong thought for a while, lowered his eyes, and said: "No need to say anything, you will act like anxiety from now on. If Lord Tomorrow sends someone to come, you must tell them that I am very sick Heavy, really bedridden."

　　Chen Rong looked at Ping Qiu and decided to explain to her, "Ma, you think about it, there are children in Chinese costumes tomorrow night. In my capacity, I am afraid I can only be a concubine?" There was a cunning look in his eyes, "You don't know, woman, in Pingcheng, I faintly heard Uncle Wu say what my father did, and his reputation was great, won a big person's appreciation, and he was promoted to something. ."

　　She just said this, and Pingya hurriedly shouted with joy: "Really? Girl, but really?"

　　Chen Rong nodded and said, "Uncle Wu said so, and I don't know if it's true or not."

　　 "Great!"

　　Pingya's eyes shined, and because of the excitement, her tiny eyes were all bent into a line. Pingya reached out her hand and covered her mouth, her eyes fainted with tears, "It's great, girl, if that's the case, it's great." She turned around anxiously, nagging while walking towards the door: " The girl was right, and the object that the Lord Lang assigned to the girl is definitely not good. I will tell the servants now that the girl is sick and can not stay in bed."

　　 just squeaked the door of the house, and there was a noise outside. In the noise, Chen Rong clearly heard the voice of a gentle middle-aged woman, "Where is your girl?"

　　 "The girl is in the bedroom."

　　 "But is it unwell?"

　　 "This, the slave doesn't know."

From the conversation between the two, Chen Rong rushed to the bed before the bed collapsed at the fastest speed, took off his shoes, and got into the bed.

　　 As the bed curtain was whizzed down, a man’s loud voice came from the outside, "Arong Ke? Your aunt led the doctor to see you."

　　 These people came too suddenly, Pingya didn't respond at all, and when she heard the cry outside, she turned around and looked at Chen Rong foolishly. When she saw the dangling drapery, she quickly turned around and said: "My girl is already asleep, the elders please."

　　Speaking, she opened the bedroom door suspiciously.

　　A woman in a Chinese costume, aged 27 to 28, led a doctor in her fifties into the room.

　　 With the footsteps getting closer and closer, Chen Rong's heart thumped.

　　 She did not expect that her aunt really invited her to the doctor. You know, most of the people who moved back from the south this time are very delicate and expensive. So relaxed, I don’t know how many people are sick. There are only a few doctors, but there are so many patients. In her capacity, how come it is not so fast?

　　 It seems that her use value in the family's mind is very high.

In the footsteps, a fragrant wind rushed. The woman in the Chinese dress, Man Bu, came to the collapse, and she kept on raising her hand to Chen Rong’s mantle. She smiled and said, “I heard that A Rong likes to whip and has the courage of her husband. I like being a woman shy."

　　The voice hasn't fallen yet, she has yanked away the mantle. As a ray of sunlight enters, shrinking and being collapsed, her hair is still set well, and Chen Rong, who has not carefully untied it, appears in front of everyone.

　　The woman in the Huafu stared at her, took a step back, turned to the doctor and said politely, "He Lao, please take a look."

The doctor nodded, and he sat down on Chen Rong’s collapsed side. After being collapsed, Sisiso took a while, and Chen Rongcai slowly stretched out his wrist.

　　The exposed wrist is smooth and clean. In a hurry, Chen Rong remembered that he didn't take off his outer garment, so he rolled up his sleeves together, exposing a bare wrist for the doctor to diagnose the pulse~IndoMTL.com~The doctor's three cold fingers rested on the pulse wrist, but took a few breaths. He lowered his hand, nodded, and stood up.

　　Huafu women show their eyes, and ask, "He Lao, how is the junior's condition?"

　　He Lao shook his head and said: "The blood is strong, there is a dizziness, and it is not a big deal. No prescription is needed." "Send and Lao Chufu."

　　"Yes."

　　 Until the footsteps of the doctor gradually went away, the women in Huafu turned to Chen Rong and others. She shrunk towards the quilt, turned her back to herself, and closed her eyes motionlessly, Chen Rong glanced at her, and said with a smile: "A Rong, you don't play. Your clan uncle also said, your child is healthy Very, there are few Lang Juns in the family who are rarely able to do it. How can it be said that the disease is sick?"

　　She did not wait for Chen Rong to answer, turned to stare at Pingya and others, and shouted sharply: "The girl is still young, and you will be banished from the house next time if she is fooled by her temperament! Huh, now people in Fuzhong There are so many grains, just don’t need so much to eat.”

　　Finally, she flicked her big sleeves and twisted her waist to walk out.

　　 Until the door was squeaked, until the footsteps could no longer be heard, and the flat-faced woman, who had been white-faced, recovered, she walked innocently and asked, "Girl, How is it good?"

　　Chen Rong slowly pulled away the bedding.

　　She sat up, letting her hair shattered in front of her. The right hand twisted fiercely on the bedding, and then quickly relaxed, "You go out."

　　"Yes."

　　 That evening, the Chinese costume for the banquet was sent to Chen Rong’s courtyard the next day.

　　Time passes bit by bit.

　　Chen Rong sat in the courtyard until late at night, listening to the laughter from the courtyards of each room.

　　 arrived the next day.