Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 671 Skinny, Third Aunt Qian

Qing Ning jumped out of the carriage first, reached out to catch Murong Simiao, Murong Simiao got off the carriage, looked around, looked left and right, after Murong Jingxue jumped off the carriage, she asked tearfully, "Sister Jingxue, is my mother live here?"

Murong Jingxue looked at the surrounding environment, this is really not a good place, even worse than the environment in Jingyuan.

Facing Murong Simiao's question, Murong Jingxue patted Simiao's head and nodded slightly.

Qing Ning walked in front of Murong Simiao, touched Murong Simiao's head, and said softly, "Simiao..."

The unspoken tears flowed first, and Qing Ning couldn't stop her tears, she didn't know how to comfort Simiao at this moment.

Murong Simiao naturally knew that Sister Qingning wanted to comfort herself, so she wiped away the tears on her face, puffed up her chest, and said, "Sister Qingning, Sister Jingxue, don't worry, I'm a man now, no matter what happens , I can face it bravely." Although he was very scared in his heart, he knew that this was what he had to face.

Qing Ning was already sobbing, she leaned on Ning Xuan and shed tears.

Murong Jingxue nodded with tears in her eyes, and patted Murong Simiao's head, "Simiao is right, you are a man, no matter what you encounter, a man can face it bravely."

The person monitoring Aunt Qian appeared in front of Murong Jingxue, cupped his hands and said respectfully, "Miss."

Murong Jingxue nodded, "How is she doing now?"

"I've given her medicine just now, and she's falling asleep now."

"Okay, take us in."

That person led the way, Murong Jingxue led Murong Simiao, Ning Xuan supported Qing Ning and followed.

The room was damp and wet, messy everywhere, no wonder Aunt Qian got sick, Aunt Qian who had been living in the deep house compound all this time suddenly lived in such a damp and humid place, she definitely couldn't get used to it for a while.

Looking up, there was a dilapidated bed in the corner, on which lay a woman in coarse clothes, half of her hair covered her face. At first glance, no matter what, she would never have thought that this woman would be money. aunt.

The once round and full face had become scrawny, without a trace of blood on it.

The whole person is so thin that a gust of wind can blow it away.

"Mother, mother..." Murong Simiao threw himself on the woman and cried loudly.

Looking at that pale face, Murong Jingxue sighed heavily.

"Ning Xuan, go and have a look." Qing Ning said in a crying voice, not because she couldn't trust the doctor she had hired before, but because she hoped that the doctor's diagnosis was wrong for a while, and Aunt Qian would be fine.

Ning Xuan put the medicine box aside, leaned over and took out those skinny hands from under the quilt, and felt her pulse.

Ning Xuan's expression was complicated, which made Murong Jingxue really uneasy.

Murong Simiao threw herself on Aunt Qian and cried loudly, calling mother, mother...

But the only responses to him were Aunt Qian's weak breathing and Murong Jingxue's sighs.

Ning Xuan let go of Aunt Qian's hand, stood up straight, and shook her head slightly towards Murong Jingxue and Qing Ning.

Qing Ning took a step back, just now she had hoped that the diagnosis was wrong, but was shattered by Ning Xuan's expression, she sighed helplessly, and looked at Murong Simiao with tear-filled eyes.

Murong Jingxue felt equally uncomfortable, but the matter had come to this point, for Simiao's sake, she should put aside her sadness and be Murong Simiao's strongest backing.

(End of this chapter)