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Fireworks in March, which is the time when the spring is cold.

In the backyard of the General's Mansion, the nine-curved cloister, vermilion columns are hidden in the lush green willow and cypress bushes, and the kingfishers from spring stand on the branches, and the crisp birdsong of the fine and gentle makes this courtyard house add a little life.

It was morning.

The subordinate of the General's Mansion hurriedly led an old man with white hair to the backyard.

"Doctor, you need to hurry, the little young master's throat is very uncomfortable, he had a fever last night, he vomited several times, he looks very uncomfortable, if he goes late, I will be punished later!"

"Yes, yes, old age is coming, this is coming."

The white-haired old man held a wooden box, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead's sideburns, and followed his mother-in-law breathlessly.

The two walked for about half a quarter of an hour to a carved weeping willow lattice courtyard wall.

There was a rough lady on the courtyard wall to guard the door, and when she saw that the two had arrived, she immediately got up and let go.

After entering the courtyard wall, you will be greeted by a sea of peony flowers in a courtyard.

The whole yard is filled with the fragrance of peony flowers.

The doctor lowered his head and did not dare to look more, and followed his mother-in-law into a warm room with a thick curtain.

As soon as he entered the warming room, the doctor was overwhelmed by the oncoming heat.

Trotting all the way, it was already extremely hot.

At this time, surrounded by this heating, the doctor only felt that the sweat on his forehead was flowing faster and faster, and the collar behind his back was completely sweaty.

"The doctor is here? Come and show Hui Er what is going on, Hui Er has not eaten all night, her lips are chapped and bleeding, Hui Er must be very uncomfortable. A

woman with a very beautiful appearance and a weak figure sat on a carved eight-step bed of mahogany, her delicate melon face full of worry and urgency.

"Aunt Wan, don't worry, let the doctor help the young master see first, the eldest lady and the general are also about to arrive, if the young master is still not good, the eldest lady will think of her own."

The maid next to the woman wore a dark green and white velvet short frayed vest, and the fine silk clothes were cut decently, and she was rich and noble.

The maid looked shrewd, she carefully supported the soft woman, and motioned for the doctor to step forward to check on the unconscious boy on the bed.

The boy is about eight or nine years old.

The small face is pale, and the lips are chapped and peeling.

The boy in a coma frowned in a good-looking manner, even if he was lifeless and tortured by illness, it was not difficult to see that the boy looked delicate.

Presumably, when healthy, he must also be a child of pink carving.

The doctor carefully placed the silk under the boy's wrist, took the pulse, stroked the beard and pondered.

For a long time, the doctor lowered the boy's hand and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a male voice outside the house.

"What's going on? Why is the young master seriously ill and has only reported to me so far?!" Brother Hui is sick, has Xi Niang ever known?

"Boom!"

The heavy curtain was lifted, and a tall and handsome man entered the house, bringing a breath of cold air.

"General! You are finally here! Wan'er has been waiting for you and Madame! When

the woman who was supported by the maid saw the man, her beautiful eyes were bright, and she said with a slight chok: "Hui'er he, he is crying out in pain in his dreams!"

Song Feng frowned.

Seeing Aunt Wan crying, she glanced at everyone in the room again, and finally suppressed the urge to hold the woman for comfort.

He bowed his head slightly, and his gaze swept over the woman to look at the old doctor.

"How? Doctor, what's wrong with my son?

The old doctor lowered his head and replied: "General, Ling Gongzi just feels the wind and cold, it is not a big deal, just wait for the old man to prescribe a dose of medicine to dispel the cold and warm up."

"But, Kehui'er made a lot of noise last night, doctor, you don't want to take a closer look, if,"

"Aunt Wan, Brother Hui'er's affairs are in charge of Xi Niang, the head of the household, you better go back to your room and rest."

Song Feng looked at the weak and helpless Aunt Wan disapprovingly, and a touch of distress flashed in her eyes.

"Come, send the doctor out of the house to get the medicine."

"Yes, General."

After Song Yu sent the others out, he ordered his henchmen to guard outside, and then helplessly took the choked Aunt Wan into his arms.

Comfort: "Wanwan, she is the main mother, I have to give her two faces, you know, our plan will succeed, no matter how much you endure and suffer grievances, I will compensate you in private."

Aunt Wan blushed at first.

Muttered in disgust, and then said worriedly: "Ah Ling, I just can't see Hui Er suffering, Hui Er has been sick for a day, she has never come to see Hui Er as a mother, I, I feel distressed!"

"I know, I know."

Song Feng lovingly touched Aunt Wan's shoulder and promised: "Soon, Wanwan, you can bear with it, I can't move her now." Okay, I'm going to the main house to see her, you go back to the house to rest first, don't burn out." "

The backyard of the main mother's of the General's Mansion.

Unlike other places in the General's Mansion, which are full of red and green shades, there is nothing else here except rows of quaint and atmospheric cypress pines.

At this moment, three or five maids went in and out, pouring medicine and water, and showing the rules of the family between their steps.

"Green Pine, hasn't Madame woken up yet?"

A woman in her thirties looked at the sleeping woman on the bed after the screen, and she was worried.

Madame has fallen into a deep sleep since waking up from a nightmare last night and screaming.

Since the death of the little young master in less than a month, Madame has been in low spirits all day, if it were not for the company of the eldest young master Song Hui, Madame was afraid that she would be hit by the pain of losing her son and fall down, and she couldn't afford to get sick.

Madame had a rare good night's sleep.

And let Madame sleep more.

It is not undesirable to re-boil the nourishing medicine.

Just after Jiang's mother waved her hand to signal the others to retreat, Song Feng came.

Mother Jiang immediately stepped forward and saluted Song Yang.

"General."

"Did Madame ever have breakfast?"

"General, Madame has had frequent nightmares in recent days and has not rested well, so she will get up later today."

Song Feng paused and looked at Mother Jiang, who looked down, and a dark light flashed in her eyes.

"Is it? Xi Niang hasn't gotten up yet? In this case, let Xi Niang sleep more, and I will send someone to inform my mother, so I don't have to go to my mother's to ask for peace today.

"Mother Jiang has worked hard to take care of Xi Niang, I will go to the study first to deal with official affairs, and Xi Niang will send someone to notify me when she wakes up."

"Yes, General."

Mother Jiang looked at the back of Song Feng leaving, and sighed that Madame had a good life, and her aunt had been loving and considerate to her wife for several years, which is something that many women can't ask for!

If Jiu Xi on the bed knew this, Jiu Xi would definitely roll his eyes.