Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...Young Master, your subordinates don't know!"

Liu Feng shook his head again and again in defense, "This little girl rushed over by herself..."

"Yes, son, slaves can testify!"

Xiao Nan next to him also hurriedly agreed.

Looking at the two people who were helping each other, the first sentence couldn't help shaking his head and glared at the two of them.

She pursed her lips and thought about it for a while, but she opened her slender legs, walked slowly to the little girl, and squatted down gently.

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

"This son! My Qing'er is terminally ill... You better not touch it, it will be contagious!"

"It's okay."

The first word did not look up at her.

He just continued to stretch out his hand, easily grabbed the little girl's wrist, and began to check her pulse.

After a long while, his face froze, and his reddish-brown eyes narrowed in disbelief.

The next second, the bottom of those delicate eyes suddenly overflowed with a strong complex color.

Xiang Xing was very curious.

If it weren't for the extremely serious atmosphere at the moment, she couldn't help but want to go up and ask a few questions.

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

Shen Sheng asked: "This lady, does your Qing'er practice martial arts?"

"……what?"

The young woman was taken aback by his question, and after a while, she shook her head slightly, "We are all like this, and we live relatively poor on weekdays, so how can there be such a spare time for children to practice martial arts..."

"...Is that so?"

Hearing the woman's reply, Xiang Xing was even more surprised when he saw the first words.

And he paused for a while, but continued to ask, "Then, when did Qing'er get sick?"

"This……"

This question seems to be asking about the woman's sadness.

I saw a look of sadness flashing across her eyes, she suddenly sighed heavily, and shook her head.

"In our family, Qing'er's father fell ill first... Then, Qing'er didn't know whether it was infected by her father or something. A few days ago, after returning from picking wild vegetables from Mount Ximeng, this phenomenon also appeared. symptoms of infection.”

"We have little knowledge, and we don't know what this plague is. As long as we have such symptoms of pale complexion, black lips, and twitching all over our body, it means that we are not far from death..."

As the woman spoke, she wiped away her tears and turned to point 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..."

After saying that, she burst into tears.

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

The first sentence obviously had never seen such a picture, and was a bit at a loss for a while.

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

I saw his queen, who also came over at some point, and squatted down slowly beside him.

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

What was wrapped there was her favorite and most treasured candied red bean cake, even he wouldn't let him taste it.

But at this time, she directly squeezed a piece of cake out of the oil-paper bag and sent it to the crying Qing'er.

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

She smiled shallowly at the little girl, her voice soft and gentle, like a silver bell, "This is for you, don't cry."

"...Thank you sister!"

The fragrant sweet fragrance of the pastry rushed into Qing'er's nose.