The old doctor felt the pulse of the moon, glanced at the forsythia coming from the back foot and shook his head. "Miss moon's pulse is smooth, and it really doesn't look like illness."
After this, Qi Chan fell ill. Seeing that the New Year is only three days away, he just got better.
It was a gloomy day, and the cold wind outside the house was raging, making the doors and windows whine.
She lay in bed, went to bed and thought of her daughter.
Usually in this weather, her moon will be afraid to sleep alone.
Qi Chan couldn't put it down, thought for a moment, and dragged the sick body out of the door.
But she didn't go to the rain hall of forsythia, and she heard the crying of the child in the hospital.
It's her moon!
Qi Chan's heart sank, lifted her feet and ran to the yard.
Several maids at the gate of the courtyard quickly stopped her.
The cry of the moon in the room became more and more worrying, and Qi Chan was anxious and panicked. I don't know where the strength came from, so she pushed the servant girl away and ran into the room.
Qi Chan pushed open the door of the room and saw a mammy hurriedly take her hand away from the moon.
Moon's tiny body curled up on the bed, crying.
Feeling distressed, Qi Chan rushed forward and held the moon in her arms: "The moon doesn't cry, but the mother is coming."
Hearing Qi Chan's voice, Moon slowly stopped crying and hugged her tightly: "Mom, it hurts ..." Qi Chan only felt her heart broken, holding her cold little hand: "Where does Moon hurt?"
Moon's little hand pointed to his belly, then pointed to his arm, sobbing, "It hurts …" Qi Chan's eyes were red, and she took Moon's hand, softly comforting: "Moon is not afraid, mother, please ask your father for a doctor, and the doctor will stop hurting after seeing Moon."
Qi Chan hurried to find Li Xuanjin, and the first sentence was: "Please help my daughter!"
This is the first time that the two met after that split up.
"Under the Kitchen" is also the final reading of honeysuckle dew.
Qichan looks thinner and thinner, and she seems to be more and more indifferent to him.
Li Xuanjin frowned, suppressed the surge of emotion in his heart, and went to Tingyuxuan with Qi Chan.
When Qi Chan walked into the house where her daughter lived again, she found that the furnishings in the house had been changed, and the thin quilt originally covered on her daughter had also been changed into thick and rich.
Qichan walked quickly to the bed, holding the moon that kept crying with pain in her heart.
The old doctor felt the pulse of the moon, glanced at the forsythia coming from the back foot and shook his head. "Miss moon's pulse is smooth, and it really doesn't look like illness."
As soon as the doctor's voice fell, Li Xuanjin's face suddenly sank: "You will pretend to be sick at an early age, so you can't take good care of forsythia. You are really a good daughter!"
When Qi Chan was stunned, she heard forsythia softly: "Don't be angry, Duke. My sister may be worried that forsythia can't take care of the moon, so she made this decision." Li Xuanjin was even more angry when he heard this. He looked at Qi Chan's pale face and clenched his fingers.
"How can my daughter, Li Xuanjin, learn to be so shrewd as you? Someone will take the moon to the ancestral temple and make her kneel!" Qi Chan hurriedly hugged the moon: "The moon is still young, how can she pretend to be sick? She must be really unwell!" "
But Li Xuanjin seems to be unable to listen to anything.
"Take your wife back, and from now on, don't let her see the moon again!" He dropped this sentence and left angrily. Several maids abruptly took the moon from her arms,
Moon's little hand clutched her clothes tightly and cried for her mother, crying her heart out.
Qi Chan looked at the moon being held away by the maid, and her heart seemed to be whizzed by the cold wind in the middle of winter, powerless and desperate.
The night is heavy, and Qi Chan can't sit still. She really can't worry about the moon.
She escaped the guards in the courtyard and sneaked to the ancestral temple.
There was no one at the door of the ancestral temple. When Qi Chan opened the door, he saw the little body of the moon curled up on the cold ground.