Childe, my subordinates don''t know! "


    Liufeng shook his head again and again to explain, "this little girl rushed over by herself..."


    "Yes, childe, slaves and maidservants can testify!"


    Xiao Nan beside him hurriedly agreed.


    Looking at the two people who helped each other, the first words could not help shaking their heads and staring at them.


    Pursed his lips and thought about it for a few minutes, but he opened his slender legs, walked slowly to the little girl and squatted gently.


    The man was about to reach out to take the little girl''s pulse, but a young woman hurried from the side and stopped him.


    "Young master! My young son is terminally ill... You''d better not touch it. It will be contagious!"


    "No harm."


    The first speech did not look up at her.


    Just continued to reach out, easily grabbed the little girl''s wrist and began to take a pulse to check carefully.


    After a long time, he looked as if he was unbelievably staring at his red and brown eyes.


    The next second, the delicate bottom of the eyes was suddenly filled with a thick and complex color.


    Xiang Xing is very curious.


    If it hadn''t been for the serious atmosphere, she couldn''t help asking.


    But soon, the man slowly raised his head and looked at the young woman.


    He asked in a deep voice, "madam, does your young son practice martial arts?"


    "... ah?"


    The young woman was stunned by his question. After a while, she shook her head slightly, "we are all like this, and our daily life is relatively poor. How can we have that spare time for children to practice martial arts..."


    "... so."


    Hearing the woman''s reply, Xiang Xing was even more surprised at the first speech.


    He paused for a while, but continued to ask, "well, when did Qing''er get sick?"


    "This..."


    This question seemed to ask about the woman''s sadness.


    She suddenly flashed a sad color in her eyes, suddenly sighed heavily, shook her head and opened her mouth.


    "In our family, it was Qing''er''s father who fell ill first... Then, Qing''er didn''t know whether she was infected by her father or something. A few days ago, after picking wild vegetables from the Ximeng mountain, she also had the symptoms of the infection."


    "We don''t know what the plague is. As long as we have such symptoms as pale face, dark lips and convulsions, it means we are not far from death..."


    The woman said, wiped her tears, turned and pointed to a pile of raging fire not far behind her, "no, her father has just been cremated... I think my poor Qing''er will die soon..."


    Then she sobbed.


    When the little girl saw her mother crying, she cried loudly.


    The first speech obviously didn''t see such a picture, and I was at a loss for a while.


    Unexpectedly, the next second, he suddenly heard the rustling sound of clothes behind him.


    I saw his queen, I don''t know when she came over, squatting slowly on his side.


    Immediately he took out an oil paper bag from his sleeve and opened it carefully.


    There is a sweet jujube red bean cake wrapped around her head, which is her favorite and most precious. Even he won''t let her taste it.


    But at this time, she pinched a cake directly from the oil paper bag and sent it to the crying Qing''er.


    "Xiaoqing''er, you stopped the carriage when you were hungry..."


    She smiled at the little girl. Her voice was soft and tender, as touching as a silver bell. "Here you are. Don''t cry."


    "... thank you, sister!"


    The sweet fragrance of cakes rushed into Qing''er''s nose.