Chapter 247 Critically ill?
That night, there was sporadic drizzle in the sky. Jing Chun, who had made her own bed, unconsciously looked out the window. The inexplicable coolness made her subconsciously tighten the quilt.
It was extremely quiet in the bedroom. She listened carefully to the sound of light rain beating leaves. Jing Chun smiled and released her curled palms. There was a faint light in her eyes. She seemed to be able to clearly feel the rain outside the window. All the scenes.
The orange, blurry candlelight, the stack of books beside the desk, the slightly cold and quiet night.
Jiang Hejin was reading, but couldn't concentrate. He occasionally glanced at Jing Chun, and occasionally looked out the window to see a dark scene to relieve the fatigue caused by reading.
There was the sound of shoes stepping on the wet stone slabs outside the door, and the sound of footsteps became urgent and thin.
Butler Wang knocked on the bedroom door, "Your Highness, the Princess, I'm waiting for the arrival of Aunt Zhang from Lord Zhao's residence."
As soon as Butler Wang finished speaking, the soft footsteps behind him stopped.
Jing Chun came to his senses and looked at the door slowly.
Isn’t Nanny Zhang the nanny beside Fang Yun?
What is she here for?
Jiang and Jin were equally puzzled and asked outside the door: "What are you doing in the house?"
Aunt Zhang was hesitant and replied first: "Your Highness King Li, I have come to ask the princess to go back. Miss Chun, please go back and take a look. The master is critically ill."
Critically ill?
Jing Chun was already feeling sleepy, but now hearing these words was enough to wake him up instantly.
Jing Chun unconsciously looked at Jiang Hejin and shook her head slowly. Such unfamiliar behavior obviously showed that she had not received any news about Jing Tongchang's illness, and she did not know when Jing Tongchang became ill.
Jiang Hejin continued to ask: "You are fine, why is Mr. Jing so critically ill?"
Jing Chun got down from the couch dully. She didn't have too many emotions involved, but her upbringing and the concepts she accepted told her that she couldn't be indifferent to this.
Jing Chun was getting dressed while waiting for Nanny Zhang's reply.
"Going back to His Majesty Prince Li, I fell down in front of the door not long ago. It wasn't necessarily a problem at the time, but I suddenly coughed up blood after dinner today, and then coughed up blood three or five times in succession. I couldn't regain my consciousness for a long time. Now, I'm unconscious in bed. The doctor said it was lung and collateral damage, combined with an emergency stroke. I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will only be in the next day or two."
Hearing such an accurate and true description, Jing Chun was still a little shocked. She was not suspicious of Nanny Zhang's words. If Jing Tongchang was really fine, Nanny Zhang would not dare to say such sensational words.
When she opened the door, Nanny Zhang was already kneeling on the ground crying. Seeing Jing Chun come out, Nanny Zhang hurriedly wiped away her tears, but did not forget to say hello to Jing Chun.
Looking at Grandma Zhang's tearful eyes, it was quite clear that Jing Tongchang was critically ill.
Jing Chun just nodded and dealt with it, then asked Nanny Zhang to wait outside the house. She said she would go over with a cloak. She chose a cloak that was not bright in color and put it on her body.
For a moment, a little uneasiness suddenly rose in her heart, and she suppressed the ups and downs in her heart. She frowned and even asked Jiang Hejin a question very forbearingly, "If he is really dead, I need to cry." ?"
She didn't want to backstab the original owner, but she could also deeply feel the original owner's expectation for her father's love, the obsession that she could no longer let go of, and the obsession that pulled Jing Chun's heart. I don’t know how to pass by.
Jiang Hejin stared at Jing Chun's figure. She was standing at the door. The two sides of her were empty. The breeze passed through the hall quietly, lifting the candlelight and swaying. The wind and rain outside were drifting... Jiang Hejin replied lightly: "I Go with you."
"Are you going too?"
Jiang Hejin didn't say anything immediately. Maybe he simply felt that he should appear on such an occasion, or that as Jing Chun's husband, he needed to appear in front of everyone.
Looking at Jing Chun's slightly confused eyes, Jiang Hejin immediately concealed his emotions and said: "Jing Daizhao is seriously ill. News will come out tomorrow. I don't want to be ridiculed for my ignorance of personnel etiquette."
It turned out to be this...
Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang and Jin began to put on their clothes.
Jing Chun lowered her head, fearing that Jing Tongchang's real life would not be long and that she would lose control of her emotions and burst into tears. She glanced at the rainy night and thought for a moment: "Your Highness doesn't have to go. You did." It can’t help you much, but it will make everyone in the well look out for you. Isn’t it making the situation even more chaotic?”
Jing Chun started from reality and was not aware of Jiang Hejin's selfishness at all.
Jiang Hejin was speechless for a moment. It was really hard to refute this. He froze on the spot, watching Jing Chun walk out. He smelled the moist smell of the soil, and the tiny candlelight was vaguely like a blooming flower. fireworks.
He followed behind, took an unopened umbrella from Butler Wang, held it up, and handed it to Jing Chun who was about to walk out of the eaves.
"When will Xijun come back?"
Jing Chun took the umbrella very naturally and replied: "It depends on how the condition is. Even if I don't come back in the middle of the night, I will come back early tomorrow morning."
What can Jing Chun do to help in Jingfu? It's just a visit to show the original owner's filial piety. Besides, isn't Jing Shuyao also the daughter of Jing Tongchang? Jing Tongchang loves Jing Shuyao so much, now it's time for Jing Shuyao to take care of Jing Tongchang without taking off his clothes.
Wait, Jing Chun suddenly remembered something. Someone had just sent him a letter today that Jing Shuyao had been kidnapped. In the evening, Jing Tongchang fell seriously ill and was in danger. No matter how you look at it, it was too much of a coincidence.
Jing Chun thought about it carefully. If Jing Shuyao stayed well in Jingfu, that letter was really a prank. If something big happened to Jing Tongchang, those who came to invite Jing Chun back should be his children. It’s Jing Shuyao, not Grandma Zhang.
Assuming that Jing Shuyao was really kidnapped, but Nanny Zhang deliberately concealed the matter of Jing Chun, and then contacted the content of the kidnapping letter, Jing Mansion would have prepared a Hongmen Banquet and waited for Jing Chun, right?
You know, although the letter sent by the little beggar did not mention Jing Chun's name, the envelope did mention Jing Chun's name. Following the clues, Jing Chun would naturally be found to satisfy the kidnapper's demands.
Jing Chun didn't want to think about the current bad situation in Jing Mansion like this. He thought of the worried look in Nanny Zhang's eyes. Although it was 80% real, it was also 20% false.
Jing Chun raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly. If it is true or false, you will know if you try it.
She turned her head to look at Jiang Hejin, who was neatly dressed, and asked sideways: "Your Highness, would you mind walking me outside the mansion?"
Jiang and Jin didn't say anything, and they didn't even know what kind of medicine was sold in Jingchun Gourd.
"Husbands and wives should help each other, right? You don't have to say anything to me next, Your Highness. I have to try to see if something is true or false." Jing Chun almost couldn't tolerate Jiang Hejin's rejection and made an affectionate gesture, "Prince Li Your Highness, please."
That night, there was sporadic drizzle in the sky. Jing Chun, who had made her own bed, unconsciously looked out the window. The inexplicable coolness made her subconsciously tighten the quilt.
It was extremely quiet in the bedroom. She listened carefully to the sound of light rain beating leaves. Jing Chun smiled and released her curled palms. There was a faint light in her eyes. She seemed to be able to clearly feel the rain outside the window. All the scenes.
The orange, blurry candlelight, the stack of books beside the desk, the slightly cold and quiet night.
Jiang Hejin was reading, but couldn't concentrate. He occasionally glanced at Jing Chun, and occasionally looked out the window to see a dark scene to relieve the fatigue caused by reading.
There was the sound of shoes stepping on the wet stone slabs outside the door, and the sound of footsteps became urgent and thin.
Butler Wang knocked on the bedroom door, "Your Highness, the Princess, I'm waiting for the arrival of Aunt Zhang from Lord Zhao's residence."
As soon as Butler Wang finished speaking, the soft footsteps behind him stopped.
Jing Chun came to his senses and looked at the door slowly.
Isn’t Nanny Zhang the nanny beside Fang Yun?
What is she here for?
Jiang and Jin were equally puzzled and asked outside the door: "What are you doing in the house?"
Aunt Zhang was hesitant and replied first: "Your Highness King Li, I have come to ask the princess to go back. Miss Chun, please go back and take a look. The master is critically ill."
Critically ill?
Jing Chun was already feeling sleepy, but now hearing these words was enough to wake him up instantly.
Jing Chun unconsciously looked at Jiang Hejin and shook her head slowly. Such unfamiliar behavior obviously showed that she had not received any news about Jing Tongchang's illness, and she did not know when Jing Tongchang became ill.
Jiang Hejin continued to ask: "You are fine, why is Mr. Jing so critically ill?"
Jing Chun got down from the couch dully. She didn't have too many emotions involved, but her upbringing and the concepts she accepted told her that she couldn't be indifferent to this.
Jing Chun was getting dressed while waiting for Nanny Zhang's reply.
"Going back to His Majesty Prince Li, I fell down in front of the door not long ago. It wasn't necessarily a problem at the time, but I suddenly coughed up blood after dinner today, and then coughed up blood three or five times in succession. I couldn't regain my consciousness for a long time. Now, I'm unconscious in bed. The doctor said it was lung and collateral damage, combined with an emergency stroke. I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will only be in the next day or two."
Hearing such an accurate and true description, Jing Chun was still a little shocked. She was not suspicious of Nanny Zhang's words. If Jing Tongchang was really fine, Nanny Zhang would not dare to say such sensational words.
When she opened the door, Nanny Zhang was already kneeling on the ground crying. Seeing Jing Chun come out, Nanny Zhang hurriedly wiped away her tears, but did not forget to say hello to Jing Chun.
Looking at Grandma Zhang's tearful eyes, it was quite clear that Jing Tongchang was critically ill.
Jing Chun just nodded and dealt with it, then asked Nanny Zhang to wait outside the house. She said she would go over with a cloak. She chose a cloak that was not bright in color and put it on her body.
For a moment, a little uneasiness suddenly rose in her heart, and she suppressed the ups and downs in her heart. She frowned and even asked Jiang Hejin a question very forbearingly, "If he is really dead, I need to cry." ?"
She didn't want to backstab the original owner, but she could also deeply feel the original owner's expectation for her father's love, the obsession that she could no longer let go of, and the obsession that pulled Jing Chun's heart. I don’t know how to pass by.
Jiang Hejin stared at Jing Chun's figure. She was standing at the door. The two sides of her were empty. The breeze passed through the hall quietly, lifting the candlelight and swaying. The wind and rain outside were drifting... Jiang Hejin replied lightly: "I Go with you."
"Are you going too?"
Jiang Hejin didn't say anything immediately. Maybe he simply felt that he should appear on such an occasion, or that as Jing Chun's husband, he needed to appear in front of everyone.
Looking at Jing Chun's slightly confused eyes, Jiang Hejin immediately concealed his emotions and said: "Jing Daizhao is seriously ill. News will come out tomorrow. I don't want to be ridiculed for my ignorance of personnel etiquette."
It turned out to be this...
Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang and Jin began to put on their clothes.
Jing Chun lowered her head, fearing that Jing Tongchang's real life would not be long and that she would lose control of her emotions and burst into tears. She glanced at the rainy night and thought for a moment: "Your Highness doesn't have to go. You did." It can’t help you much, but it will make everyone in the well look out for you. Isn’t it making the situation even more chaotic?”
Jing Chun started from reality and was not aware of Jiang Hejin's selfishness at all.
Jiang Hejin was speechless for a moment. It was really hard to refute this. He froze on the spot, watching Jing Chun walk out. He smelled the moist smell of the soil, and the tiny candlelight was vaguely like a blooming flower. fireworks.
He followed behind, took an unopened umbrella from Butler Wang, held it up, and handed it to Jing Chun who was about to walk out of the eaves.
"When will Xijun come back?"
Jing Chun took the umbrella very naturally and replied: "It depends on how the condition is. Even if I don't come back in the middle of the night, I will come back early tomorrow morning."
What can Jing Chun do to help in Jingfu? It's just a visit to show the original owner's filial piety. Besides, isn't Jing Shuyao also the daughter of Jing Tongchang? Jing Tongchang loves Jing Shuyao so much, now it's time for Jing Shuyao to take care of Jing Tongchang without taking off his clothes.
Wait, Jing Chun suddenly remembered something. Someone had just sent him a letter today that Jing Shuyao had been kidnapped. In the evening, Jing Tongchang fell seriously ill and was in danger. No matter how you look at it, it was too much of a coincidence.
Jing Chun thought about it carefully. If Jing Shuyao stayed well in Jingfu, that letter was really a prank. If something big happened to Jing Tongchang, those who came to invite Jing Chun back should be his children. It’s Jing Shuyao, not Grandma Zhang.
Assuming that Jing Shuyao was really kidnapped, but Nanny Zhang deliberately concealed the matter of Jing Chun, and then contacted the content of the kidnapping letter, Jing Mansion would have prepared a Hongmen Banquet and waited for Jing Chun, right?
You know, although the letter sent by the little beggar did not mention Jing Chun's name, the envelope did mention Jing Chun's name. Following the clues, Jing Chun would naturally be found to satisfy the kidnapper's demands.
Jing Chun didn't want to think about the current bad situation in Jing Mansion like this. He thought of the worried look in Nanny Zhang's eyes. Although it was 80% real, it was also 20% false.
Jing Chun raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly. If it is true or false, you will know if you try it.
She turned her head to look at Jiang Hejin, who was neatly dressed, and asked sideways: "Your Highness, would you mind walking me outside the mansion?"
Jiang and Jin didn't say anything, and they didn't even know what kind of medicine was sold in Jingchun Gourd.
"Husbands and wives should help each other, right? You don't have to say anything to me next, Your Highness. I have to try to see if something is true or false." Jing Chun almost couldn't tolerate Jiang Hejin's rejection and made an affectionate gesture, "Prince Li Your Highness, please."
