After marrying the short-lived young master, the little fairy wife was spoiled ✔

Chapter 21: Distance (4)

A Yao waited left and right in the house. Chu Feng still didn't come back. She didn't feel right. She got up and walked out.

"Have you seen where the young master has gone?" A Yao pointed to a tree in the yard.

There was no wind at the moment, and the branches swayed.

【Yes, I went out of the yard and haven't come back yet.】

"Thank you."

Yao hurried to the gate.

It was dark all around. The lantern hanging on the eaves could not shine on the door. Ah Yao took out the pigeon egg and the night pearl to shine on the road.

"Squeak." Open the door with a push.

"Young master?"

The opiate probe called out, and there was no one around. It was dark and ghostly.

"Ah Yao, there seems to be a figure there."

The shoulder little Bu didn't know when he came out, and his tentacle like fingers pointed to the front.

A Yao looked in the direction of his fingers. Sure enough, he saw a man lying on the ground. He ran quickly and took a picture of the night pearl in his hand. It was Chu Feng.

He was lying on the ground now, his face a little whiter than the silver frost and moonlight on the ground.

Thin lips, neck, collar, blood everywhere, looking shocking!

"Young master?!"

A Yao exclaimed, and a golden light flashed from the bottom of his eyes. He saw that Chu Feng had a little more Yang Qi. Now he drifted around like a mist in the morning, as if he could blow it away in one breath.

"How could this happen..."

These days, she deliberately contacted him closely. Her leaked aura has added a little to his Yang. How could it be like this in an instant?

"Ah Yao, he seems to have something in his hand."

Ah Yao's mind was blank for a short time. Xiao Bu's voice sounded in her ear, and she came back to her senses.

With a fixed look, Chu Feng held a thing in his hand, which seemed to be a letter.

Is it because of this letter, young master

A Yao hesitated and took the letter out of Chu Feng's hand.

It was written in black and white, vigorous and powerful. Every stroke, like a sharp sword, pierced into the heart of opiate.

"The next head of the Chu family has been decided. Your brother, Chu Tian, you are ill. Take care of yourself."

The subsequent signature is a dragon flying and Phoenix dancing word "Chu".

It's like being impatient to write one more word.

Ah Yao opened his eyes round, looked at the words on it again and again, and clenched his hand with the letter.

"Xiao Bu, what's written on it... Does it mean to abandon the young master?"

Ah Yao can't believe it.

Even if the young master is seriously ill, he is a living man now, not a cold body.

These people just abandoned him?

Xiao Bu gave a "forehead" and looked at Chu Feng who fell to the ground and sighed.

"It looks like this... His family is so cruel."

Hiss——

Ah Yao tore the letter to pieces.

Xiao Bu exclaimed, "Ah Yao, what are you doing? It's someone else's stuff."

A Yao pursed her lips, stepped the letter into the mud, and then lifted Chu Feng on the ground. Her petite body supported Chu Feng's tall and thin body, which seemed a little hard, but she gritted her teeth and held it.

"This kind of thing is given to what no one wants. Why do you keep it for what no one wants?"

Different from the past, at the moment, Ah Yao had no expression on his face. Without waiting for Xiao Bu to speak, he helped Chu Feng back to the room.

Kicking the door, the cold wind brought in swayed the lights and candles in the house.

She carefully put Chu Feng on the bed, took a wet pad and wiped the dried blood stains on the corner of his mouth.

"Young master? Young master?"

A Yao tried to wake him up, but he didn't respond at all. His Yang Qi was like a pool of stagnant water waiting to die.

"If you can't wake him up now, maybe you won't wake up. What should I do, opiate?"

This is the last merit. After this, you can go back to Xiantai mountain.

But how so difficult!

Xiao Bu jumped onto the bed and patted Chu Feng's face. He didn't see any movement. He hurriedly pulled up the leaves on his head.

"Isn't that what I can do?" A Yao suddenly opened his mouth and looked at Chu Feng's bloodless face. "I'm here... Isn't it to save him?"

"But his wish hasn't been made clear yet? Whether to save his life or something else, he has to say it..."

A Yao smiled at Xiao Bu, "Wait until the young master wakes up."

She finished and leaned forward.

The red lips opened slightly, holding a light golden light, covering the lips of Chu Feng

Chufeng's lips are slightly cool, with an unimaginable softness of opiate, mixed with the smell of medicine and fresh aroma, which makes people linger and forget to return.

"Du Ling..."

Xiao Bu looked at the picture and murmured. He immediately covered his eyes and read, "This is a serious thing. Ah Yao is doing a serious thing..."

A Yao closed his eyes and kissed Chu Feng. He didn't see it at all. The bleeding comatose man slowly opened his eyes.

After a moment of confusion, his eyes closed again.

When Du Ling finished, Ah Yao left Chu Feng.

The golden light from the bottom of his eyes flashed by. He was relieved to see that his Yang Qi was active again.

"It will be fine now. The young master will wake up after sleeping. Xiao Bu, let's sleep too."

She got up, blew out the candles, lay on her quilt and slept next to the head of the bed.

After a while, there was a uniform breathing sound.

The moonlight came in from the window lattice and sprinkled on her face. It was quiet and beautiful.

Another night passed

The first ray of golden light shot out from the horizon. Ah Yao woke up, packed up his bedding, combed and washed it, and held a futon at the head of Chu Feng's bed.

After a while, the sleeping man on the bed turned over, his eyes were pierced by the sun, frowned and looked like he was going to wake up.

The moment he opened his eyes, the opiate came forward and smiled sweetly, "Good morning, young master!"

Chu Feng was startled by her and suddenly woke up, "It's you girl..."

He raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows. Suddenly he remembered that he received such a heartless letter from his father at dusk yesterday.

Last night, he should have vomited blood and fainted. How could he be in his bed?

"Girl, yesterday..."

"The young master fainted outside the door yesterday. I brought him back."

Chu Feng tightened his hand, "Can you see the letter in my hand?"

If the girl saw the content of the letter, she would look at him with pity.

He won't, no!

"Hmm? What letter?"

Yao squinted and smiled, "Did the young master receive the letter yesterday? Who wrote it to the young master?"

Chu Feng looked up at her.

Yao got up at the right time and brought a washbasin from one side.

After soaking the handkerchief, he served Chu Feng to wash.

"Young master, I'm weak. Let me do this in the future."

"What are you doing? I'm not weak enough."

He's just sick. He's not disabled yet. How can he be served to this extent.

What's more... He is no longer the eldest young master of the Chu family.

His father, let him take care of himself

"It's my job to serve the young master. The young master won't let me serve, but he wants to drive me away?"

She bit her lip and looked at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng looked at her and couldn't help falling on her lips.

In my mind, suddenly flashed some strange pictures