Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 75
The thirteenth concubine bent down to look at Qian Shangxian's face, brushed her fingers across her cheeks, and took off the handkerchief that was stuck in her mouth.

Sure enough, she is a beauty, with a sense of immortality in her blood. If such a person was not an immortal in her previous life, she would also be a master of Taoism. If she drank a mouthful of her blood, she would be worth more than a mortal.

Without the shackles of the scarf, Qian Shangxian immediately felt that his breathing became much easier.

Coughing weakly twice, Qian Shangxian looked at the woman in front of him gratefully, opened his mouth, and asked, "Thank you."

The Thirteenth Concubine raised her hand, covered her mouth with her sleeve and smiled: "Hehe, I should actually thank you!"

Qian Shangxian looked at her suspiciously: "Thank... thank me? Excuse me... are you..."

"Me? I'm here to save you!"

Before Qian Shangxian could react, the woman who appeared out of nowhere lifted her whole body to her shoulders.

"You...what do you want?"

"Take you to a good place."

Qian Shangxian didn't have the strength to resist at all, she almost didn't even have the strength to roll her eyes now.

I'm so tired and want to sleep.

……

In the east courtyard of the Wang family, there are rows of maids and servants kneeling in front of a garden surrounded by flowers and plants. Everyone lowers their heads, unable to see clearly. From time to time, there are a few maids and servants holding handkerchiefs and cuffs. He wiped his cheeks, but there were no tears.

In the room, in front of the big vermilion bed, more than a dozen doctors knelt on the ground tremblingly and did not dare to look up. An old lady with gray hair passed out beside the bed, and was helped by several older women. After going out, the other people stood aside and lowered their heads, choked with sobs, but they still didn't see half a drop of tears, they just wiped the corners of their eyes dryly with handkerchiefs.

Sitting on the chair in the front room, Wang Furen's usual scarlet face had never been so ugly, and it seemed a little purple.

I saw Furen Wang clenched his fists vigorously, his fleshy palms could not see the bulging veins, but he could still feel Furen Wang's anger and despair.

Clenching his teeth, Furen Wang felt all the blood rushing to his forehead.

On the bed, the fifth young master with a blue complexion was lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed. His whole body was as thin as a scarecrow, his eye sockets were sunken, and his skin was tightly attached to his muscles. If you looked carefully, you could still see two dark spots on his neck. blood hole.

From this appearance, it is almost impossible to see how pampered and pampered he was before, but it looks like a dry wood body after many years of hard work.

The old woman lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes. This person is not old and her face is still young, but this head of gray hair makes her look like an old woman.

The old woman's eyes were bloodshot, her lips were trembling, tears were rolling in her eyes, and she looked around with expectation in her eyes, but in the end it turned into despair.

An older woman was choking with sobs and wanted to comfort her, but before she could open her mouth, the old woman suddenly raised her head and roared:
"My son! You...you died so badly!"

This shout was immediately followed by the cries of other people in the room. I don't know if it is really sad, but I can't tell the truth from the fake.

It seemed that this shout was an order, and when the order came out, the next performance began.

"Woooooo, fifth young master, please wake up."

"Ma'am, ma'am, don't cry yourself to death!"

"Master, your death is so miserable!"

(End of this chapter)