Chapter 17 (1/2)

Qi Rongyue shakes his head: ”it's not as simple as you think. Shizi was hit by a crazy horse. When he fell to the ground, his head hit a stone. If he just broke his mouth, it would be lucky! But he has been suffering from high fever for several days in a row. I don't think the situation is so simple. How about it? I have to wait until he wakes up! ”

Lord Zheng's panic was terrible. This is the only offspring of his cousin. If there is a good or bad thing, the back road of the Houfu of Yongping will be broken, and the big back hill of their whole Zheng family will collapse, which is the last thing he wants to see.

Therefore, Zhongwen can't do anything, absolutely not.

”Miss Qi, please cure Zhongwen. Whatever you want, I can give it to you!”

Qi Rongyue slowly shakes his head: ”pay or wait until you have cured the son of the world to talk about it, now it's too early to say anything.”

Qi Rongyue saw Zheng's face flustered, and sighed: ”Zheng, don't worry, I will do my best.”

Mrs. Zheng stretched out her hand to hold Qi Rongyue's hand and asked, ”how sure are you?”

Qi Rongyue looks at Zheng Zhongwen, who is still in a coma on the bed of her eyes. In theory, she and Zheng Zhongwen met when they were young. At that time, there was a banquet in the palace. Marquis Zheng took Zheng Zhongwen, who was only six years old, to the palace to have a banquet. Zheng Zhongwen was very naughty. She sneaked into the Ziwei palace where the mother entertained the life women while the adults were drinking and having fun. At that time, she was only five years old. She was a princess I envy that other children can run, jump and play at will, but she can only pretend to be arrogant and look at me coldly forever. In fact, I really hope to be like them.

Zheng Zhongwen seems to have seen her mind and sneaked behind her. He put a flower in the vase on her head. He also said with a smile that she looks good, like a girl in a new year's picture, who just pulled her out of the crape myrtle hall and ran wild in the imperial garden for a while. That's the happiest memory in her childhood.

”Seven, I have seven!” She replied faintly, as if she were saying something unimportant.

Mr. Zheng nodded, seven minutes good, better than the doctors invited from the city, who only knew how to shake their heads blindly.