madam is a squeamish

The white-headed old temple master glanced at her, hesitated to speak, turned around and left cruelly.

Little Yuzi was stuffed into a sedan chair by Aunt Cuihua, and brought into Yi's house with a few maids and servants.

When she was young, she didn't know that her destiny had already begun.
The three souls, which were not easy to get sick, lost the seven souls, and couldn't get up at all.

He was sent directly to the wedding room, for fear of delaying the auspicious time.

Aunt Cuihua took her in, uncovered her head, and stuffed a piece of talisman paper she had asked for under the non-stainable pillow.

"Little madam, you can touch the second young master and talk to the second young master, he will recover from his illness."

Xiaoyuzi didn't understand, and secretly squeezed the peanuts she took from the corner of the table just now in her palm.

The chubby little face was full of ignorance and ignorance, but according to Aunt Cuihua's explanation, she touched Yi Buran's face.

White and clean, it looks like the most delicious milk cake in the eyes of Xiaoyouzi.

"Your face is so nice to touch, it looks like milk cake. I heard from the old temple master that you are sick, so you should get better soon. It's not good to be sick, and you need to take very bitter medicine."

As if the medicine had already reached her mouth, An Youyou's face was filled with disgust, and her small face was wrinkled together.

Aunt Cuihua was happy, "Oh, yes, that's it. Madam, you are talking to the young master, we will come to see you later."

Aunt Cuihua left, An Youyou muttered a few words, feeling a little uncomfortable sitting by the bed.

He simply stretched his legs and kicked in mid-air, throwing off the two little red embroidered shoes, revealing his tender little feet.

Climb up and sit on the unstained bed by yourself.

He patted the bed and muttered, "Wow, it's really soft, like it's on a cloud."

The white clouds in her imagination were so soft.

He leaned forward and stared at Yi Buran's face.

"You look so good-looking, like, like the portrait in Guanli."

Xiaotuanzi stared at him seriously, as if he was eating something seriously and carefully.He even lowered his head and sniffed, the smell on Yi Buran's body was very good.

He took a few breaths suddenly, as if tasting some delicious food.

As if remembering something, she suddenly looked at Yi Buran who was lying motionless.

"Are you hungry, so you don't have the strength to get up and talk. I have sugar, let me give you some, and you can get up and talk after eating!"

Silently, he took out a red candy from the small bag hanging on his waist.

The little hand forcefully opened his mouth, stuffed sugar into his mouth, and closed it again.

I smacked my lips for him, and asked to myself, "Is it delicious? Tell me when you wake up!"

He pursed his lips and smiled complacently, his little face puffed up.

There was a little girl standing furtively at the door, staring at it until midnight, but she didn't see any improvement, and then trotted away in peace.

"Second Aunt, don't worry, it's useless. The Second Young Master is still lying on the hospital bed, as if dead!" The little girl flattered and invited credit.

The second aunt rubbed the ointment on the handguard and smelled the ointment in the box.

Handed it to the little girl, "That's good! In the morning, you can find a fortune teller to make arrangements. Just say that this little girl broke into the soul of the second young master, and just drive this little girl out! It's the seventh day of July. It's against us, don't kill Yi Buran, and another loser."

"Yes!"

"By the way, those who give medicine to the second young master should beat and beat hard, so that they can understand that the future head of the Yi family is our young master, not this person who has stepped into the gate of hell with one foot." Second aunt Stern reminder.

There was an eager smile in his eyes, he touched the handkerchief and talked to himself.

"Just wait, within a year, the Patriarch of the Yi Family and the Young Marshal will not be difficult (difficult) for my family."