Cheng Silang walked out of the restaurant. An attendant looked around and waved, and the attendant waiting on the other side led his horse over.

"Brother Wenyu, let's say goodbye then." Several colleagues said, raising their hands and saluting, "We will see each other off when we set off."

Cheng Silang hurriedly returned the gift.

"My condolences about the old lady." Several colleagues said with some concern.

When Cheng Silang took leave and returned home, no one had any doubts. Some time ago, the second master of the Cheng family had taken leave and returned home in a hurry because his mother was seriously ill. Now it seems that Mrs. Cheng is indeed seriously ill.

Cheng Silang thanked them again and watched these people go away.

"Shiro-kun, go back," the attendant said.

Cheng Silang nodded and took a step forward. Someone ran out from the side. Before he could get close to Cheng Silang, an attendant blocked him.

The man bumped into the attendant's arm and fell to the ground with an ouch, and the small bundle he was holding fell to the side.

"Shiro-kun, wait a minute." Chun Ling shouted timidly.

Cheng Silang was a little surprised to see it was her.

"Chun Ling, you?" he asked.

"Shiro-kun, I, I." Chun Ling stammered, but without saying the words, she put the bundle in her hand aside and stuffed it into the attendant's hand.

"My sister returned this to you," she said loudly, then turned and ran away.

elder sister?

"Chun Ling!" Cheng Silang shouted hurriedly, but the Chun Ling flew away.

What is it? Cheng Silang watched the attendant unpacking the baggage.

"Lang Jun, it's Feiqian." The attendant said with some surprise, looking at the amount on it, "Fifty thousand guan."

Fifty thousand dollars!

My sister gave it back to you...

Cheng Silang looked at the small figure disappearing and appearing in the crowd, and reached out to take the flying money.

What are you doing? This is it!

"Chun Ling, wait a minute." He sighed and shouted, not even bothering to chase after her on horseback.

The attendants hurriedly followed.

At the same time, Qin Hu, who was standing in front of Cheng's house, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Qin Langjun."

Seeing the young man who walked in and stood in the courtyard, the maid was a little surprised, and then she saluted with a smile.

"Have you eaten?" Qin Hu asked with a smile, looking towards the corridor.

The woman who wore a cinnabar skirt in the summer and a half-arm bun with a high bun also looked over, holding a long thin strip that teased birds in her hand, and smiled slightly.

"You're late." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Qin Hu laughed.

"Isn't it too late to invite the lady to tea?" He raised his hand and said.

The maid turned around and called Banqin.

"Don't bother Banqin." Qin Hu said, making a gesture of invitation to Cheng Jiaoniang, "Can I invite you to have tea outside?"

"What kind of flowers do you want to enjoy?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.

The last time they went out together was to enjoy cherry blossoms, and the smile on Qin Hu's face overflowed from his eyes.

"Of course there are lotus flowers in June," he said.

"Please wait a moment, I'm going to change clothes." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a smile.

Watching Cheng Jiaoniang go inside to change clothes, Banqin waved to the maid.

"Sister, are you still going to the store today?" she asked in a low voice.

The maid looked at her and smiled.

"What? You want to be lazy?" she said.

"No, my wife's wedding dress will be ready soon." Banqin said, rubbing his red eyes.

The maid raised her hand and poked her forehead with some distress.

"Didn't I tell you, there's no need to rush," she said, "We won't get married just for a while."

"Sister." Banqin stamped her feet displeased. She didn't like hearing such words. "Anyway, I want to make my wife's wedding dress."

The maid smiled and waved her hands.

"Go, go, I'll go with my wife."

Cheng Jiaoniang came out to change her clothes and walked out with Qin Hu, but Banqin still chased after her.

"These snacks have just been made and are just ready to be eaten," she said.

Qin Hu smiled.

"There are all kinds of places to enjoy flowers," he said.

"Then, are there any snacks made by my wife?" Banqin said unconvinced, "Qin Langjun, don't you want to eat it?"

"You can eat it again in the future." Qin Hu smiled.

"Then Langjun Qin may not be able to eat it in the future." Banqin said with a smile, while stuffing the snack box to the little maid who followed.

Then I might not be able to eat it in the future.

When this joke reached his ears, the smile on Qin Hu's face froze slightly.

"Okay, okay, let's go now," the maid said.

Just as he raised his feet to take a step forward, he saw Qin Hu reaching out and taking the box from the little maid's hand, and then threw it to Ban Qin.

"Hey?" Banqin shouted.

"We'll eat it when I get my wife back in the evening." Qin Hu smiled and said, "Keep it for me."

After saying that, he raised his feet and took a step forward.

"Master Qin is as stubborn as Mr. Liulang." Banqin muttered.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about these little things. Go out and eat his food. If he is willing to spend money, just spend it." The maid smiled and said, "I will bring you more when I come back."

Banqin responded with a smile and watched the group of them walk out.

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With a cry of pain, Prince Jin'an, who was leaning on the edge of the bed, vomited again.

Blood splashed all over the maid holding the spittoon.

The maid screamed in fright.

"Imperial physician, imperial physician," she cried.

People who heard the noise outside had already rushed in. They looked at Prince Jin'an who had vomited a few mouthfuls and had no strength to lie on the bed. When the next servant rushed to help him and turned him over, everyone present couldn't help but be frightened.

Jump.

Prince Jin'an's complexion was blue and black.

"Didn't you say it can be solved? Didn't you say it's okay?" The chamberlain looked at Dr. Li with red eyes and shouted, "Why is His Highness still vomiting blood and why is his face already black?"

Doctor Li was trembling slightly, and he knelt down and stretched out his hand to take a pulse.

"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be." He said tremblingly, "How could it be?"

Before he finished speaking, Prince Jin'an, who was lying on the couch, vomited violently again, splattering blood all over his body, causing the maid in the room to cry wildly.

"Can you do it? Can you do it?" The chamberlain grabbed Dr. Li, shouted and shook him, "Save your highness quickly, save your highness quickly!"

Doctor Li grabbed the medicine box and took out the golden needle. His hands trembled slightly as he looked at the angry young man in front of him.

Is it ok? Can it be cured? Why is it still not cured even though I have used medicine and injections?

"No!" He threw the golden needle away and shouted, grabbing the arm of Prince Jin'an, "There was still some residual poison, so even though I only drank half a cup of tea, it was still too fast! I can't save it! I can't cure it.

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Hearing this, the waiter pushed him away.

"Quickly, please invite Mrs. Cheng!" he shouted.

Mrs. Cheng…

Prince Jin'an, who had not moved when he said these words, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

"Your Highness!" The chamberlain looked at him quickly, with tears in his eyes, "Your Highness."

Prince Jin'an's mouth moved.
To be continued...