Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 684
Mo Qianlang came to the Changchun Palace, and along the way, he always felt that the old lady's illness was too strange.

As soon as you enter the hall and the bedroom, the doors and windows are tightly closed, and the smell is very unpleasant.

"Cough, cough, but Langer?"

As soon as Mo Ganlang appeared, the disheveled old lady stretched out her hand slightly to him, because she was weak, she fell down on the bed again without getting up.

"Old lady!"

Chunlan on the side was crying anxiously: "What do you want to tell the young master, let the slaves tell it, the doctor said that you can't be tired because of your illness."

"No, it's okay, help the old man get up."

Chunlan helped the old lady up, and put a pillow behind her for support. As soon as Mo Qianlang leaned over, the old lady immediately held his hand tremblingly.

"Lang'er, this old man is suddenly ill, and I'm afraid he will die soon."

"grandmother!"

In fact, Mo Qianlang was more surprised when she said such words suddenly.

"It's just an emergency. It will be fine after a day or two. Grandma, don't think too much."

"The old body, I know, has been holding on, but in fact it has been hollowed out."

The old lady trembled slightly as she spoke, tears bursting out, her face full of old tears: "In this life, the thing grandma has done the most is to drive your sister out of the Marquis of Weiyuan. Now that I think about it, that child And just naughty."

At first, Mo Qianlang was dubious, but when he heard this, he felt hehe.

But face still has to pass.

"Don't think about the past, you old man take good care of your body."

Taking advantage of his emotional grip on her wrist, Mo Qianlang used the medical skills he learned from Xie Qianmo. His body was a little weak, but his pulse was normal.

He relentlessly snorted coldly, as expected he was pretending to be sick.

"Grandma doesn't know how long she can last. Time is running out, so it's inevitable that she's thinking too much."

The old lady of Weiyuanhou said out of breath, "Lang'er, Grandma only asks you for one thing, and that is to bring your sister back to the Hou Mansion, and let Grandma see her for the last time, even if she dies, she will die..."

Then, cough cough cough, Chunlan stretched out the veil and spit out a mouthful of blood onto the clean white veil, which was shocking.

Mo Qianlang burst into tears.

"Lang'er will go to the Eighth Prince's Mansion right now, and pick up my sister to meet my grandmother."

As soon as he left the Changchun Palace, Ah Xiang prepared the carriage and drove it himself.

"My lord, are we really going to the Eighth Prince's Mansion? The Eighth King must not screw our heads off."

"Who said that?"

Mo Qianlang sneered: "Going to the suburban manor, I haven't seen Linger for several days, and I want to meet her."

Ah Xiang said in surprise: "Then old lady, don't worry about it?"

"Whatever, Miss Eighth Prince's Mansion, she is so easy to invite."

Mo Qianlang looked contemptuous: "It's just pretending to be sick, with a mouthful of old blood in his mouth, he's not afraid of fuming himself to death."

"The old lady is sick, is she pretending?"

Ah Xiang was taken aback: "They treated Miss like that before, and the servant thought that he was about to die, and his words were kind. It's really strange. What's the benefit of welcoming Miss back to the house?"

"There are so many benefits. Stupid girls are very popular now. If you want to plot against her, you need them to have that ability."

Mo Qianlang urged Ah Xiang: "Why are you talking so much? Hurry up."

Mo Qianlang planned to go to the outskirts of the villa for a day, and then return to the Mo Mansion, with tears and snot about how the Eighth Prince beat him out of the mansion.

He also planned to say that the Eighth Prince sent a message, who would dare to harass the lady of the Eighth Prince's House again.

If you come to one door, one leg will be broken, if you come to two doors, a pair of legs will be broken.

(End of this chapter)