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

Chapter 891 Murong Jingxue is dead

Zhan Yuanxuan, who had been staring blankly at Murong Jingxue in the study, heard Qing Ning's voice calling Ning Xuan outside, stood up in a jerk, quickly opened the door, and saw standing at the door hugging Ning Xuan at a glance. The two of them didn't care too much, stepped forward and grabbed Ning Xuan, and dragged them into the room.

Ning Xuan had no choice but to let Qing Ning go, gave her a reassuring smile, and let Zhan Yuanxuan pull him into the study.

Zhan Yuanxuan pulled him around Murong Jingxue's bed, and said coldly, "Look at her."

Looking at Murong Jingxue's face, there was something wrong. Before, she was pale without a trace of blood, but now she was pale and almost transparent. This made Ning Xuan feel a little worried. Could it be that her medicine didn't work?
He took Murong Jingxue's hand out from under the quilt, and the other hand caught her pulse immediately, and Ning Xuan's face became very ugly when he caught her pulse, he put down this hand in disbelief, and then put the other Picking up one hand, catching her pulse, just like the hand just now, leaning forward, putting his ear close to Murong Jingxue's chest, the next second, his face turned pale suddenly, and his fingers couldn't stop. Live trembling.

Looking at Zhan Yuanxuan, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter the three words from his mouth.

Zhan Yuanxuan looked at his expression quietly, something seemed to drop from his eyes..
"Master, Ms. Murong, she...she" Ning Xuan hesitated, but felt that the master needed to know the truth, so he mustered up his courage, and when he wanted to say those two words, Zhan Yuanxuan cut him off in a cold voice.

"Don't say it." Zhan Yuanxuan sat down on the low stool beside the bed, and tightly squeezed Murong Jingxue's hand.

"Master, Miss Murong has..." Ning Xuan still wanted to tell the truth.

"I told you not to say..." Zhan Yuanxuan interrupted again, as if as long as he didn't hear those two words, he could tell himself that Jing'er is not dead, she is not dead...

"Master, Miss Murong is already dead..." Just as he said the words, Zhan Yuanxuan swung a fist on his face, and Ning Xuan staggered to the ground with the punch, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Zhan Yuanxuan pointed at Ning Xuan, gritted his teeth and said, "You are talking nonsense, Jing'er is not dead, she will not die..."

There was a "bang" sound outside, and then Qing Ning pushed the door in with a pale face, tear-stained face, choked up and asked Ning Xuan, "What did you just say? Say it again."

Ning Xuan looked at Qing Ning, fearing that something might happen to her, got up quickly, hugged Qing Ning, and wiped away the tears on her face with a gentle tone, "Qing Ning, listen to me..."

"Who did you just say died?" The face that had just been wiped clean immediately had tears running down, "You said Miss...Miss her."

"She's dead." Ning Xuan closed her eyes helplessly, even though everyone didn't believe it, even though he didn't want to believe it, but it was the truth, she was dead, she had no pulse, she had no heartbeat.

Zhan Yuanxuan staggered, fell to the ground, and then spat out a mouthful of blood. He hadn't eaten or drank for several days, and he had tried his best to hold on for the past few days. At this moment, it was like a collapsed house. It all collapsed, and people also fell down.

"Master, master." Ning Xuan hurriedly ran to Zhan Yuanxuan's side, helped Zhan Yuanxuan up, and kept calling him.

Qing Ning slowly walked towards the bed, and looked at Murong Jingxue on the bed through her tearful eyes. She never imagined that the fate of their master and servant was so short.

(End of this chapter)