Chapter 821: The emperor loves to listen to stories told in this palace (32)
"...My son, the subordinates don't even know it!"
Liu Feng repeatedly shook his head in defense, "This little girl rushed over by herself..."
"Yes, son, slaves can testify!"
Xiao Nan beside him hurriedly agreed.
Seeing these two helping each other, the first one couldn't help but shook his head, and gave them a light look.
Pursing her lips for a few minutes, she stepped away from her long legs, walked slowly to the little girl, and squatted down gently.
I saw that the man was about to reach out to take that little girl's pulse, but a young woman hurried over from the side and stopped him.
"This young man! My youth is already dying ill... You'd better not touch it, it will be contagious!"
"It's okay."
The first speech did not look up at her.
He just continued to stretch out his hand, grabbed the little girl's wrist easily, and began to take a pulse check.
After a while, he had a face, staring slightly in disbelief with his red-brown eyes.
In the next second, the delicate eyes suddenly overflowed with a thick complex color.
Seeing Xiang Xing's curiosity.
If it weren't for the seriousness of the atmosphere right now, she couldn't help but want to go up and ask a few words.
But soon, the man slowly raised his head and looked at the young woman.
Shen Sheng asked: "This lady, do your youngsters practice martial arts?"
"……what?"
The young woman was dumbfounded by his question, and for a while, she shook her head slightly, "We are all like this, and our daily lives are relatively poor. How can there be such leisure time to let the children practice martial arts..."
"...Is that so."
Hearing the woman's reply, Xiang Xing was even more surprised by the first expression.
But he paused for a while, but continued to ask, "Then, when did Qing'er get sick?"
"This……"
This question seemed to be about the sadness of this woman.
A look of sadness flashed across her eyes suddenly, she sighed heavily, and shook her head to speak.
"In our house, Qing'er's father fell ill first... Then, Qing'er didn't know whether it was infected by her father or what happened. A few days ago, after returning from picking wild vegetables from Ximeng Mountain, this also appeared. Symptoms of infection."
"We are so knowledgeable, and we don't know what the plague is. As long as we have such symptoms of pale complexion, black lips, and convulsions, it means that we are not far from death..."
As the woman said, she wiped away her tears, and turned to point to a raging fire not far behind her, "No, her father has just been cremated... I want to come to my poor Qinger, and he will die soon..."
After that, she began to cry.
When the little girl saw her mother crying, she cried loudly.
The first sentence obviously hadn't seen such a picture, and it was a bit at a loss for a while.
Unexpectedly, the next second, he suddenly heard the sound of rustling clothes behind him.
I saw his queen, who also came over at some point, and slowly squatted down on his side.
Immediately he took out a greased paper bag from his sleeve and opened it carefully.
What's wrapped there is the candied date and red bean cake that she loves to eat, and is the most precious, even he will not let him taste.
But at this time, she pinched a piece of pastry directly from the oil paper bag and sent it to the crying Qinger.
"Xiao Qing'er, you stopped the carriage when you were hungry..."
She smiled lightly at the little girl, her voice soft and soft, like a silver bell, "This is for you, don't cry."
"...Thank you sister!"
The sweet smell of the pastry rushed into Qing'er's nose instantly.