All Hail Cousin Brother

Chang An persuaded from the side: "Young master, if you are so lucky, eat two more bites. You have traveled a long way and are exhausted, so you can feed yourself with good food and drink."

Zhou Linghuai glanced at him lightly: "Speak up!"

Changan felt that the young master meant something else, so he reported the news: "Young master, just now I heard a few maidservants in the courtyard say that Miss Yu lost her temper when she left the green courtyard in the morning. , ordered someone to tie up two women, beat thirty boards on the spot, and asked someone to take them to the dental clinic."

Zhou Linghuai's throat was itchy, and he coughed muffledly while clutching the light blue handkerchief. He took off the handkerchief and glanced at it casually. There was a shocking deep red on it, but he coughed up blood. Putting the bag away, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you find out why those two women were beaten?"

Chang'an replied: "I heard it was a few broken words."

Thinking of the overly attentive attitude of the woman in the big kitchen who came to inquire about his taste not long ago, Zhou Linghuai had a suspicion in his heart.

Looking at the few light dishes in front of him, Zhou Linghuai suddenly had an appetite, picked up the chopsticks again, and took a lion's head in clear soup.

There are a few slices of emerald cabbage floating on the white bone soup, which looks very refreshing. The pink meatball soup is tasty, springy and smooth in the mouth, salty and palatable, and it is very delicious.

Chang An stared in shock, watching the young master who had a small appetite eat the big meatballs, then finished the remaining side dishes one by one, and finally drank a bowl of soup.

At this moment, Mrs. Wang, who just dialed into the Qingquyuan yesterday, led Chun Xiao in.

Chunxiao held the wooden tray and saluted Zhou Linghuai in a polite manner: "Miss said, Young Master Biao has been exhausted all the way, so I ordered my servants to bring this cup of blood swallow to make up for Young Master Biao."

Zhou Linghuai raised the corners of his mouth: "I'm worried about my cousin."

Chang'an stepped forward to take the wooden tray, and put the blue and white porcelain cup with lotus leaves and branches on the table of the Eight Immortals.

Chunxiao bowed her head: "If you don't disturb Master Biao's meal, the servants will leave."

Mrs. Wang was going to send Chunxiao off, Changan glanced at the leftovers on the table, then looked down at the porcelain cup in front of him, a little suspicious, can the young master still eat it?

In fact, he really underestimated the young master.

He really can eat it.

Bingtang Xueyan melts in the mouth, neither sweet nor greasy, and has a faint lotus fragrance refreshing.

After eating a cup full of blood swallows, Zhou Linghuai suddenly felt as if a stone was stuck in his chest, which was heavy, making people feel suffocated and uncomfortable, and he couldn't help coughing hastily while clutching his handkerchief.

"Young master, what's wrong with you?" Chang An was taken aback, and quickly poured a cup of hot tea over.

"Cough, cough...cough..." Zhou Linghuai coughed so hard that he couldn't drink any water.

Chang'an panicked: "Master, I, I'll call Uncle Sun right away..."

Since the young master broke his leg, his body has completely collapsed. After three years of raising him, he has recovered a bit, but this trip to Beijing, the long journey, how can the young master's body withstand it? He was ill on the way, and he had to recuperate for several days after entering Beijing. When he got better, he asked someone to hand over the greeting card to Yu Mansion.

After all this tossing, the young master's body was not in good shape, and he became weak and weakened as soon as he saw it.

As soon as he entered Beijing, Sun Boke said that the young master's body has been hollowed out all the way, and if he gets sick again, it will be a fatal illness.

Zhou Linghuai coughed violently again, and suddenly felt a filthy thing rushing down his throat and into his mouth in his chest, and his mouth was filled with stench, he couldn't help but choked, and spit out a mouthful of black blood on the veil .

Seeing the young master coughing up blood, Chang An was about to go to call Uncle Sun, but he backed away and screamed, "Master!"

The young master was already unconscious on the back of the wheelchair, Changan called him a few more times, but he didn't wake up, Changan ran out the door in panic,

While running, he shouted: "Uncle Sun, Uncle Sun..."

Uncle Sun, who lived next door, had already rushed over when he heard the movement, and almost bumped into Chang An at the door.

"Uncle Sun," Chang An saw Uncle Sun, as if seeing a savior, and was about to cry out of excitement: "Uncle Sun, the young master coughed up blood just now, you should go and have a look, young master, he, he... "

"What, you coughed up blood?" Uncle Sun's expression changed drastically when he heard that, the young master coughed up blood, it would be fatal, and he couldn't listen to Chang'an's endless words, he staggered and walked into the room quickly.

Chang An followed behind with a look of panic.

Uncle Sun first picked up the blue veil that fell on the ground, and suddenly saw a smear of blood, his heart skipped a beat, and he turned the veil over again, and saw a big ball of black, thick and smelly blood on it, frowning. Lowering his eyebrows, he began to check Zhou Linghuai's body, and finally got his pulse.

Chang An couldn't hold back his breath, and asked repeatedly: "Uncle Sun, what's wrong with him, young master? He was fine before, why did he cough up blood all of a sudden?"

Uncle Sun glanced at him, Chang'an was as silent as a cicada, and he didn't dare to speak rashly to disturb Uncle Sun again.

After a while, Uncle Sun asked, "Is there anything unusual about the young master today?"

Chang An thought about it carefully, and then explained what happened today in detail, and then emphasized: "Apart from almost falling off the wheelchair before, there is nothing unusual about it," said Here, he paused, and suddenly said: "By the way, the young master also ate the blood swallow sent by Miss Yu. The young master seemed to like it very much, so he finished eating the blood swallow."

Uncle Sun saw the blue and white porcelain cup with intertwined branches and lotus pattern on the table at a glance, and he reached out to take it, lowered his head and sniffed it lightly, after pondering for a long time, he sniffed a few more times, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing Uncle Sun's cautious appearance, Chang An's face gradually turned pale, with shame, anxiety, and various emotions on his face: "Uncle Sun, what's the matter with him, young master?"

Seeing the young master's pale face, leaning on the chair wheel angrily, Chang An was stunned for a while, and said in shame: "It's all my fault, young master first entered the Yu Mansion, I should be more cautious, and things of unknown origin should not be Let the young master touch my mouth, I have harmed the young master..."