v2 Chapter 715： Mother grown up, thinking about it?

Chapter 717 Mother, Mrs., Consider Engagement?

"You kid, what's going on in your head?"

Ye Xue'e froze, poked her slender fingers on her daughter's forehead, and laughed and blamed: "Mother has said so much, dare to say it for nothing."

"Mother, you seem to like Brother Ji very much."

Lin Qingluo was unparalleled in intelligence, and sensitively sensed something was wrong from the loving mother's smile inadvertently revealed by her mother.

Thinking of a possibility, I couldn't help but feel hairy.

She is only twelve years old, and her mother is an adult. She can't be thinking about getting married so early, right?

My mother!

Her wonderful life has just begun, and she is about to be bound by marriage?

Absolutely no way!

Mother's thoughts must be dispelled as soon as possible!

"Mother, Qingluo has something very important to do. I have to go to the Western Regions and Southern Borders. This time, I have traveled a long distance, and I have been away from home for a long time. Qingluo is not filial, so I can't stay with my mother at home."

"Are you going to travel again?"

When Ye Xue'e heard this, she instantly lost the idea of ​​matching up a couple of children, and her pretty face visibly lost all color.

"Mother, you know that Qingluo is used to being wild outside, so she can't stay at home."

Lin Qingluo couldn't bear it, she gently held Ye Xue'e's hand, and started a new round of comfort.

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Mrs. Lin was unwell and could not attend the family banquet.

Lin Qingluo was concerned about her second aunt's body, and left Yaju Garden without stopping for a moment, and went straight to the courtyard where Mrs. Lin lived alone.

Yaxin Garden.

Lin Jinyang held the medicine bowl, carefully blew the medicine juice with his mouth, took a sip, and handed it to his mother just now when he felt that his mouth was not burning.

Mrs. Lin leaned her back against the soft pillow, sat up with force, glanced at the thick concoction, her stomach was churning, and she couldn't help but want to vomit.

"Let Madam eat a sour plum first, and then drink the medicine if you don't want to vomit."

Mo Canglan was afraid that the bowl of medicine that had been boiled so hard would be useless again, so he reached out to take the medicine bowl and reminded him softly.

"Mother, don't drink if you don't want to drink. My son will rub your back for you, so you can feel better."

Lin Jinyang took a sour plum from the fruit plate, stuffed it into Mrs. Lin's mouth, stroked her back very intimately, and softly comforted her.

"Miss Yi is here!"

Lin Qingluo walked into the yard just at this moment, and Xiang Ming, the confidant of Mrs. Lin's second wife, saw who was coming, her eyes lit up, she lifted the curtain from the outside, and waited for the young lady to enter.

"Master."

"younger sister."

Lin Jinyang and Mo Canglan couldn't help being overjoyed when they heard Xiangming's announcement, and turned their heads to look at the curtain at the same time.

"Brother Six, Brother Lan, is Second Aunt feeling better?"

Lin Qingluo walked quickly, and the person who was speaking had already stepped over the threshold and appeared in front of the two teenagers.

"Mrs. Lin's illness relapsed. When she got better, she couldn't drink the medicine. She swallowed a few sips and vomited it out."

Mo Canglan was in a pleasant mood for only a second Hearing the master's question about his condition, the light in his eyes instantly dimmed.

"Mom hasn't slept well these days."

Lin Jinyang was worried, and his heart and mouth would hurt at night, his breath was weak, and he was very depressed.

"If you can't drink the decoction, boil it dry, add honey, and make it into a pill."

Lin Qingluo furrowed her brows lightly, and first told Mo Canglan softly.

"good."

Without any objection, Mo Canglan walked out of the room with the medicine bowl in hand.

"Second aunt, lie down first, and Qingluo will check your body."

Lin Qingluo watched him leave, took two steps forward, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and gently helped Mrs. Lin to lie down.

"Qingluo, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Mrs. Lin's face was like gold paper, her lips were blue and gray, and she looked extremely weak.

(end of this chapter)