I married a male green tea in the female world

Chapter 70

Jiang Rong doesn't want to read anymore recently, and the practice of writing is boring.Apart from Zhang Wanqing coming to chat with him from time to time, he had almost nothing to do.

It's been more than half a month, why didn't that woman come to pick him up and leave him in this house? Did she forget?Or does she already have a new love, or is she going to marry the lord?Indeed, it is difficult for a woman to accept a servant before she gets married. Even if he is asked to come out for a while to avoid it, it's not like he doesn't know how to say it himself.

No, he wants to go back, now immediately!

Jiang Rong had just packed his bags when he saw Uncle Xu, who had been hiding all these days, pushed open his door.

"Uncle Xu? What's the matter?" He asked indifferently whether he was angry or puzzled.

"Master, do you already know this? Miss Biao is suffering from a chronic disease, and the imperial doctor said there is no way to save her, but you want to go back? In any case, I will see you one last time." talking.

time sickness?Jiang Rong's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear the voice behind the other party, and tears poured out unconsciously.It was the first time he really cried since he got married.

Mistress, is she seriously ill?No wonder she hadn't come to pick him up for a long time.What he should know, how could the wife and master always lie to him?
"How could she be seriously ill?" Jiang Rong said to himself, his voice was a little hoarse, the more he cried, the more he cried, the tears gushing out like a flood.He wants to see her!
After a long while, Jiang Rong wiped away her tears, carried her luggage, and knelt outside Mrs. Meng's house, "Please send me a carriage to take me back to Xie's house to serve the sick."

Although they didn't get married for a long time, they had to see each other no matter what.Not only to repay his wife's master's kindness to him, but also to plan for his own future days.
Mrs. Meng fell ill today. He heard the letter from Mrs. Zhang from the Xie family. He was devastated and regretted. If he had known today, he couldn't tell Ning'er to leave Zhang's house and go back to Yanzhou!

Hearing someone report that Jiang Rong asked the carriage to see him off and return to Xie's house to serve the illness, he immediately agreed, "He is a gracious person, how could he not allow him? My poor Ning'er."

As soon as Jiang Rong left on the front foot, Zhang Wanyuan begged for it at the back.

"Grandpa! Please, send my grandson to Xie's house! I'm going to take care of Cousin Ning!" Zhang Wanyuan begged bitterly with a crying voice.His grandparents did not agree with him to go, so he had to ask the old lady Meng of the big room to come.

"Does your grandmother agree?" Mrs. Meng was really tired. She was shocked and saddened when she heard the bad news, and this matter came up one after another.

"No," Zhang Wanyuan looked sad, anxious and desperate, with tears on his face, "My grandson is really worried, I beg you. You have always loved cousin Ning the most, so let me go to Xie's house. "

"The big Xie family doesn't need you alone to serve. You are a child of the fourth bedroom. Since your grandmother doesn't agree, it's not good for me to go overboard. Let's go back." After speaking, Mrs. Meng closed her eyes tiredly. It looks like I don't care.

After the people left, Uncle Qiu went up to help the old lady Meng into the inner room to rest.

"Looking at him when he left, he was very affectionate." The old lady Meng sighed, "It's rare for me to be a villain again."

Uncle Qiu felt a little distressed for his master, and persuaded him, "Miss Biao has an accident. Your grandfather is the one who suffers the most. When he is tired, everyone will come up and cry, but you have to pay attention to your health!"

"Why is Ning'er so ill-fated? What a good child she is."

"Old lady, you'd better go to sleep." Uncle Qiu didn't know how to comfort him anymore, he was also very sad, how could such a lovable child be so rough, "Ms. It's useless for us to think too much."

(End of this chapter)