daily life

Chapter 229

So no matter what you think, you must keep the second lady.It doesn't matter if it's just in a state of desperation today.Having known each other for so many years, I already know the basics, and even if there are setbacks, I can deal with them myself, which is better than a person who doesn't know the basics.

Madam?The imperial doctor said that it won't be long, who doesn't know?

After quickly calculating, Ning ordered the servant girl: "Hurry up and ask for the imperial physician." Then she gave the three daughters-in-law winks and entered the room one by one.

Ning hurried to the bed.

Wei rushed forward to help, separated the hands of the second lady who were holding the old lady's hand tightly, and forcibly helped her up.

Ning said: "It's not just a matter of a day or two for the old madam to be seriously ill. Even if the second sibling is sad, it should be moderate."

As soon as the Second Madam heard these words, she understood Ning's meaning, she was a little grateful in her heart, but she just nodded blankly.

When she turned to go out, the second lady saw Xiang Zhixuan.

She stopped in her tracks, and at first she wanted to say that you take care of your husband, but when she opened her mouth she felt ridiculous—how can Xiangshi take care of her?If you really want to take care of it, you can only destroy Xi Lang's face.Furthermore, it is also clear that Xi Lang sees more people every day, so why doesn't he see other women in the mansion doing the same?Anger turned into frustration like this, and he lowered his head to the outside room.

Before the imperial physician arrived, the old lady was already very angry.

The Ning family informed the Grand Master, Xi Lang and Xi Jie respectively.

When it was nearly dawn, the old lady came back to her light, and her complexion improved a lot. Seeing that she was lying in front of her bed, she beckoned to her, took her hand, and said in a kind voice, "You have grown into a big girl in no time. You are always in front of your grandmother. I live there, and I can't see you..."

Xilong was surprised, in her memory, she seldom got close to the old lady, let alone the old lady would talk to her like this.

The old lady talked for a while, and told Ning that she had lost all the jewelry and clothing in the small warehouse, and sighed and said: "When the old man was alive, he looked forward to the most. The most important thing is that there is a granddaughter Caiyi who is married to her. It's a pity..."

Unfortunately, he died before that day.

The old lady ordered Xi Yu again to call the Eldest Master and Xi Xie to the bed respectively.

She begged the father and son to let her see the second master.

The two of them naturally refused to help, and they knew that if they helped, they would be in endless trouble.

The old lady was extremely disappointed, she waited for a long time, and told Ning: "Call Brother Lang in, and I will have a few words with him."

Ning hesitated.

The old lady said intermittently: "I won't say things that he doesn't like to hear...Really, I won't say those...that child...I'm sorry for him..."

Ning's face was slightly moved, she didn't know what it was like, so she went to call Xilang.

Xi Lang has been standing on the porch, watching the sky.When it was almost dawn, the sky was the most gloomy and dark.

Ning walked up to him and personally helped the old lady pass the message.

Xi Lang lowered his eyes, "Forget it."

Ning probably understood his state of mind, but she still had to say, "I just said I'm sorry."

Xi Lang shook his head lightly, "Forget it."

Only then did Ning nodded and turned back.

Xi Lang looked at the dark sky, and after an unknown amount of time, the sky brightened, and figures came in and out.

The bell, which means a person's death, is heard in the ear and falls in the heart.

The old lady passed away.

What do you want to say to him?It doesn't matter anymore.

Continue to resent him?He doesn't care.

Say sorry to him?No need at all.

What happened, all the mutual harm and confrontation, cannot be undone.

The grievances and entanglements with my grandmother are like the wind in this winter, blowing with the bone-chilling cold, and finally dissipated.

No sound, no form.

(End of this chapter)