under the peony

Today's kitchen is really lively, like a Shura field (?), after a while, Yang Shule also came to the kitchen to visit Su Yun.

"Yun'er!" As soon as Yang Shule walked into the kitchen and saw Su Yun, he called Su Yun's name and smiled at Su Yun.

Su Yun didn't know, in fact, he hadn't smiled at her like this for a long time, and now he smiled at Su Yun like this, really sincerely, after seeing Su Yun, it was as if he saw the sweetest moment in his life. Cherished treasures are ordinary, and my heart is full of joy.

But when Su Yun saw him smiling at himself like this, his mood was very complicated: Hey, he looks like a handsome man, and he looks so good-looking when he smiles, but he is actually a scumbag in essence, he is a scumbag, and he is a scumbag. Woolen cloth!

Yang Shule walked towards Su Yun's direction, wanting to walk in front of Su Yun and hold Su Yun's little hand.

But as soon as he stretched out his arm, before Su Yun could hide, he directly covered his mouth and coughed.

The chefs in the kitchen were all kneading dough, and the air was full of flour. Such an environment was too unfriendly for a sick person like Yang Shule.

The tiny flour particles in the air were like living poisonous insects, and they crazily drilled into his mouth and nose, stirring up his trachea and chest cavity as if they were about to smash and bleed, and it felt like he was about to rip his internal organs It was as if the six internal organs were about to be coughed up.

"Cough cough..."

The entire kitchen was dead silent except for the sound of his coughing.He coughed so much that the chefs stopped what they were doing and looked at him in unison.

Su Yun stood in front of Yang Shule, watching Yang Shule cough, but seeing him in such pain at the moment, a gleam of happiness suddenly appeared in her heart.

He always bullied the original owner before, so when the original owner was bullied by him, is it also so painful?

He was coughing and couldn't breathe, but the original owner's feeling was more suffocating?

——Why didn't he just cough to death?

Really, everything would be easier if he were dead.And before that, he was the one who killed the original owner first, and he should pay for his life if he kills someone. If a life is worth a life, he deserves to die!

But just as Su Yun thought about it, suddenly, Yang Shule, who was still coughing, suddenly stopped like a puppet, grimacing, struggling, exhaling and inhaling, but couldn't inhale anything—his asthma suddenly broke out!

He felt that the illness this time was more serious than before, his chest was neighing and vibrating as if a quacking crow had been stuffed.

Even, he seemed to feel death.

Su Yun watched Yang Shule struggling on the edge of life and death in front of him, as indifferent as a wooden man, but his heart was extremely tormented.

What should she do now?Just looking at him?Watch how he died?save him? ...Why save him?

But immediately, she figured it out, and rushed to Yang Shule——

Yang Shule is the kind of person who can kill and harm others.

But Su Yun is not this kind of person, on the contrary, Su Yun still hates this kind of person.

Even if Yang Shule's crime is unforgivable and he deserves to die, then he shouldn't die in front of Su Yun!

If he really died like this, after that day, when Su Yun thought about what happened today, she would not feel happy, she would only feel scared, and feel that she was a very scary and strange person.

Su Yun immediately stepped forward and flipped Yang Shule's robe:

"Where's his sachet!"

The servant next to Yang Shule came to his senses after being shouted at by her, and stepped forward to rummage through Yang Shule's robe.

But now I can't find the sachet.

Su Yun: "Then hurry up and call the doctor!"

As soon as the boy heard this, he immediately ran away and went to the doctor.

Su Yun asked the other boy who stayed behind: "When was the last time I saw a sachet?"

Boy: "When I was dressing the third young master in the morning...Actually, I saw it just now..."

It might be that Yang Shule dropped the sachet on the way to visit Su Yun.

Su Yun: "Don't you have a spare?"

Boy: "No... I didn't have time to ask the doctor to dispense the medicine."

Yang Shule's condition became more and more serious, and the dose of medicine prescribed by the doctor became heavier and heavier, and he had to re-dosage every time he was dispensed.

"Then go find it!" Su Yun got up, turned around and looked at everyone in the kitchen, clapping his hands, "Stop what you're doing and go find my husband's sachet! Quick! Quick!"

After all, everyone immediately patted the flour in their hands, lowered their heads and ran out of the kitchen.

But the flour flying in the kitchen was photographed more and more densely, and Yang Shule felt more and more uncomfortable.

Su Yun helped Yang Shule to a chair beside him, and said to him: "Husband, you stay here well, I will go find your sachet with everyone."

"Yun'er..." Yang Shule called Su Yun's name with difficulty.

He saw Su Yun's every move just now, and at this moment, he was so moved that a big man was about to cry.

Su Yun was so kind to him, but before... what did he do to Su Yun...

He swore before that he would treat her well for the rest of his life.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Su Yun's hand tightly, not wanting her to leave him.

"Honey, be good, I'll be right back."

However, Su Yun slapped his extended hand away as if it was dirty, and ran out of the kitchen, and followed everyone to find the sachet.

Everyone went to find Yang Shule's sachet.

Except for Yang Shule, the kitchen was empty and completely silent.

Yang Shule sat weakly on the chair, feeling dizzy and dizzy, feeling that he was going to die soon.It seemed that the only thing that could keep him going was what Su Yun said just now.

At this time, someone walked into the kitchen.

Yang Shule didn't notice anything.

The opponent's footsteps were as clear and shallow as a beast in the night, restrained but guarded, without any sound.Even the shadows seem to be hidden in the darkness of the day, like ghosts.

——It's Luo Qingyan.

There was also a pack of moon-white long-eared sachets hooked in her hand.It was the sachet that Yang Shule had lost.

This is what she picked up at the kitchen door.

However, she is crazy, but she is not a fool, she knows that this is Yang Shule's life-saving medicine.

But Yang Shule didn't know that the sachet was in her hands.

He was facing her at the moment, panting with difficulty, not knowing that she was coming.

Luo Qingyan didn't intend to greet him either.

She stood behind him, so close to him, as if she stretched her hands forward, and with a slight twist, she could snap his neck and twist his head off.

His life was hanging by a thread, if there was a slight mistake, if he couldn't catch his breath, he would die.

The doctor was on his way here, and everyone was anxiously looking for his sachet. The master and lady of Yang's mansion also rushed over after hearing the news, everything was urgent.

But everyone else was dying of anxiety, but Luo Qingyan wasn't in a hurry at all.

She was behind him, looking at his painful, struggling, and fragile back, as if she could see a more unbearable, fragile, and decayed soul through his thin, weak, and sick body.

Looking at it, the corner of her mouth evoked a meaningful smile in satisfaction.

This expression is even more perverted than Yang Shule who told someone to beat her before...

But until the end, Luo Qingyan did not return the sachet to Yang Shule.

Standing right behind Yang Shule, facing his (back) face, she directly threw the sachet into the burning fire under the stove.

In an instant, the sachet was engulfed in flames.

She watched the flames dance, watched the sparks rise until all was reduced to ashes.

He also saw that Yang Shule finally couldn't hold on any longer, and his body, which was so dizzy as if it would collapse in the wind, slid off the chair and fell to the ground.

As soon as he fell down, the fire burned even hotter, jumping and jumping seemed to be more cheerful than Luo Qingyan's mood at the moment.

The corner of Luo Qingyan's mouth curled up into a smile again.

Then she waved her sleeves and walked out of the kitchen, as if she had never been here before.