Chancheng doctor girl

Chapter 2 became a fool. (For support, collection, tickets)
Liang Xiwen raised her head slightly stiffly, and saw the maid looking at the vegetable porridge swallowing her saliva!She felt pity and sighed in her heart!
It is difficult for this maid, in such a difficult time, she is still so protective of the master, this maid is loyal!
It's her useless young lady, who implicates the maid, no... It doesn't seem to be her, why not?I don't understand...

The maid Meihua realized the sound of her belly, her icy body turned a little rosy, and she bowed her head shyly, not daring to look at the young lady.

"Wash your face with water."

"Ah! Little...Miss..." The maid Meihua thought it was a hallucination just now, the surprise came too quickly, she looked up at the lady, stammered and smiled excitedly, the lady was really sick, and she never knew how to respond. Demented children.

Not only can he speak a single word, but he can speak so many words at once, and the words are clear.

"Let's go!" Liang Xiwen felt the happy look of the maid Meihua. She was in a bad mood just now, and her brows and eyes curved into a smile.

When she smiled, she felt that her facial expression was still stiff, and it was difficult to laugh, and her mouth was drooling.How does she look like a stroke?
"Stroke", how could such a word pop up in her mind?

What did she mean by searching "stroke" in her head?
"Yes." The maid Meihua happily opened the door. "Yeah" and closed the door again "Yeah"!
The maid Meihua's thoughtful actions, before closing the door and opening the door, was afraid that the wind would blow into the lady's room and freeze the lady.

"Miss, this servant will help you to wash up." Maid Meihua held an old wooden basin in both hands, holding half a basin of water, and in the basin there was an old handkerchief with plum blossoms embroidered on the handkerchief.

"Yeah." Liang Xiwen's hands and feet were stiff, she only wore very thin clothes in the cold winter, and the thin torn quilt she slept on on the bed just now could still feel a little warmth.

The maid Meihua carefully washed the young lady's face and wiped off the traces of saliva from the corners of her mouth. With her careful and gentle movements, there was no trace of disgust.

The warm water is when the porridge was cooked just now, so I made some hot water for the lady to drink.

"Miss, this servant will help you with your make-up!"

"Well, the mirror." Liang Xiwen never knew what she looked like?I guess the crooked mouth looks ugly.

"Miss, we don't have a mirror." Maid Meihua lowered her eyes, tears welling in her eyes.

"Don't cry."

"Miss, the servant didn't cry, it was Sha Jin's eyes." Maid Mei Hua secretly wiped her tears with her sleeve.

"Miss, the slaves have done their makeup, Miss, the slaves will feed you porridge."

"not hungry"

"Miss, why aren't you hungry? We only cook twice a day. You don't want to eat this bowl of porridge. You can't eat it until evening."

“Plum Eating”

"But..." Maid Meihua wanted to continue.

Liang Xiwen slowly stretched out her hand to stop the maid Meihua from nagging again.

"Not hungry, really, eat plum blossoms!"

"Oh, that servant goes to the kitchen to eat!"

"Eat here."

"Slave and maid dare not." The maid Meihua bowed down and opened the door with the bowl of porridge, "Yah", went out quickly, "Yeah" and closed the door again!

Liang Xiwen sat on the bed, in a meditative posture, using this awake moment to find the memories that gradually became clear in her mind!
Her head hurt a little as she thought about it, and there were some images in her mind. She wanted to catch it, but it made her brain hurt even more.
Mai Hua, who was eating vegetable porridge in the next room, heard "Dong" and couldn't care about eating porridge, so she put the porridge on the table.

"Bangdang" the maid Meihua opened the door, ran to the room of the lady next door, "Bangdang" opened the door.

"Miss, what's the matter with you?" The maid Meihua saw her cousin lying on the bed at the door, as if she was sleeping, without the quilt in the cold weather.

The lady lying on the bed did not respond, as if she had fallen asleep with her eyes closed, and her breathing was a little abnormal.

The maid Meihua covered the quilt for the young lady, and touched the young lady's forehead with her hand, "The young lady has no fever, what should I do? There is no husband in the mountains."

She touched her pocket, and there were only two copper coins, which was the money she had saved.

Over the years, Ernian's housekeeper, the lady's monthly money has not been given, and Mistress Xie only comes to visit her once a year. After Mistress Xie returns, the host of the temple has collected the things she brought for her.

In order to keep the young lady, she didn't dare not to give it. It's all like this. The host still doesn't give them delicious food.

Her monthly money, Mother Xie gave to her family, so that she could wait for Miss here with peace of mind.

Miss, is this sick again?How to do it?The maid, Mei Xiang, was sweating on her face in a hurry!
……

In the south of Annai County, rich businessman's mansion.

"Report to the second lady, there is a temple host outside."

The eldest maid Chrysanthemum entered the second lady's room and bowed slightly to the second lady who was baking the stove.

In the second lady's room stood another maid, Cuizhu, who was reconciling with Steward Li. Steward Li was a steward of the second lady's dowry to Zhuangzi. Before the New Year, she came to the second lady's room to report the year's harvest.

The second lady, Li Jiawei, stretched her waist, her appearance was a bit rude, and she looked at the maid with fierce eyes and blamed her tone.

"Chrysanthemum, when are you so ignorant? Didn't you see that we were busy? What host? No!"

The eldest maid, Chrysanthemum, lowered her head and muttered in her heart, when is the second lady busy?Everything is left to the geese, you are in charge of the house, this is the accounting, and everything is left to the slaves and maids.

The slaves and maids are the busiest. If you want to train the little maids, all the things you explain are for the slaves to do.

The eldest maid, Chrysanthemum, only dared to murmur in her heart, she did not dare to show any unwillingness or complain in front of the second lady.

The madam's methods frightened her. After following the second madam all these years, the hands of these big maids were stained with blood.

"Second madam, the temple host said there was something to report."

"Go, go, let her go." Second lady Li Jiawei waved like a fly.

"Second madam, the host said it was the eldest lady's business."

"What a nagging, let her in!" Second lady Li Jiawei waved her hand impatiently.

The eldest maid Cuizhu understood and led Steward Li into the side room.

The second lady, Li Jiawei, was left in the hall. Just now, she was languid, sitting upright and dignified as a lady, posing as a noble lady.

The big maid Chrysanthemum brought in a nun's costume, the age of Huaxin.

The nun entered the hall, folded her hands in worship, and recited the Buddha's number to the second lady!

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, the benefactor, the poor nun is here to report the matter of the eldest miss."

"Speak! Host, don't pretend to be in front of me, and don't make unreasonable demands."

The second lady looked at the monk in front of her, but others didn't know, thinking that this person was really a monk.

The nun is not a real monk, it is a widow she bought in a mountain village, and she specifically wants this widow to teach the demented child!

The demented child does not need her to be taught badly, she is to prevent the demented child from getting well, and let the nun use the means.

The nun stared at the second lady's rich and rich makeup, wearing beautiful silk clothes, and her eyes showed greed.

(End of this chapter)