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Under the oil lamp.

After the doctor gave Li Qingrong's mother a visit, he frowned: "Why didn't you send the patient here earlier, and it was delayed so much."

"Our wife didn't say anything about her discomfort. When the lady found out, she was already like this. She wanted to ask someone to go down the mountain to find a doctor to watch first, but the lady refused, so she rushed back to the city overnight."

The doctor looked at Li Qingrong next to him in surprise: "You little girl have the eyesight and know that this disease cannot be delayed."

Li Qingrong seemed to have not heard the praise, but just looked at the doctor: "Doctor, how is my mother doing? What disease do you have?"

The doctor looked at Li Qingrong with some difficulty and spoke in the end: "Your mother's disease is intestinal abscess."

Cui'er couldn't help but exclaim that intestinal abscess is a fatal disease.

Li Qingrong trembled: "Is there any help?"

"Although you sent it overnight, your mother is already seriously ill. I'm afraid she has had many pains. For some reason, she seems to have never been treated."

Li Qingrong calmed down her voice: "Can the doctor treat this disease?"

"You can only give your best to fate, it's better for you to give it to you." If you give it to you late, you can only wait to die.

Li Qingrong struggled to support the table and nodded, and told Cui'er to take the medicine as the doctor said. Seeing Li Qingrong was young, the doctor sighed: "You are not familiar with the medicine, so I'd better cook it. Don't worry too much. If you are lucky, you will have a chance to save it."

"Thank you, Doctor."

After the doctor left, Li Qingrong walked to her mother: "Mom, why do you have to go to Hanshan Temple if you are not feeling well? Why don't you mention a single word of pain?"

The pain of intestinal abscess obviously took all of Su's strength. Su was unable to answer, or perhaps, he didn't even hear Li Qingrong's words.

Li Qingrong looked at Cui'er: "The doctor said that my mother had been suffering from this disease many times. You were serving your wife. Didn't you notice it once?"

Cui'er shrank for a moment: "I have discovered it once, but my wife is reluctant to seek medical treatment from the doctor."

"Why did my mother refuse to see a doctor?"

"This, I don't know about this."

"You really don't know?" Li Qingrong looked at Cui'er's eyes.

Cui'er's eyes flashed.

Li Qingrong's hand hangs slightly: "You can't answer now, but if you let me know, you can hide it, at least thirty boards."

While speaking, Li Qingrong paused slightly: "I know that your body is not in my mother's hands, but if you take care of your master inappropriately, even if my fate kills you, no one will say anything."

Cui'er's body contract was not in her mother's hands, but in the capital, she only found out after returning to Beijing.

When Cui'er heard this, her face changed drastically. Obviously, she didn't expect that Li Qingrong knew about this and subconsciously knelt down: "Miss, please spare me."

"Then let me tell you, why is my mother so sad that she is so sad that she doesn't see her when she is sick, and she goes to Hanshan Temple."

Cui'er burst into tears for a moment: "It's not that I don't want to say it, but it's really that my wife doesn't ask me to say it."

Speaking of this, Cui'er peeked at Li Qingrong. Seeing that Li Qingrong's expressionless face, she hurriedly continued: "Mrs. I have been in a bad mood recently. She wanted to take you to a foreign home, but the master was sent to a remote village like Liuzhou Prefecture to be a county magistrate, so she had to come with her. For this reason, the wife's mood became worse and worse. I saw that her face turned pale and she thought she was tired from rushing to the road, but she didn't expect that she was sick all the time. It was all because she didn't take good care of her."

Li Qingrong shook her hand: "To be specific, my mother will not be so bored that she will not be able to see a doctor because she is afraid of suffering. The pain of intestinal abscess is more terrible than suffering."

In her previous life, she had never heard Cui'er mention these things. She was really ignorant at that time. Her mother suddenly died suddenly and only knew that she was sad. Her father took care of her and finally sent her back to Beijing.

Cui'er struggled.

Li Qingrong looked at Cui'er. Cui'er obviously knew something, but she bullied her young and wanted to avoid it casually.

"If you don't say it, it's okay. I will investigate this matter. When my mother's business is over, I will go back and receive the punishment. Twenty boards are obviously less than you, and there will be forty boards at that time." Li Qingrong spoke coldly.

"The master will not punish people like this." Cui'er was anxious when he heard the forty boards.

"My father is always busy. If my mother is not here, I will naturally be in charge of the back house. I have a bad temperament and I can't tolerate sand in my eyes. Since you deceive me, there is no need to keep it." Li Qingrong's voice was extremely cold.

Cui'er realized that she was afraid and hurriedly spoke: "A letter came from a capital city saying that the wife had followed the master for so many years, and it would be fine if she didn't ask the master to be promoted, but she also let the master be placed in a more remote place to be an official, saying that the wife couldn't manage the back house well and could not help the master--"

Li Qingrong's hands were slightly cold. She didn't know that there was such a thing, but her father's official position was ups and downs, so what could it have to do with her mother: "And it's fine if it's just this, it would be fine if it's just a bit of depression, but why would my mother not feel well and not say it?"

"The old lady in the capital said in her letter that since the lady could not help the master socializes with the back house, let useful people come and take care of the back house." Cui'er spoke carefully.

Li Qingrong's heart couldn't help but feel ache.

A few years ago, Jingzhong took her young brother back to the capital by taking care of her father because she was not careless and unable to take care of her children carefully. Now that she has been doing this again, isn’t this going to force people to death?

What face does an incompetent and useless person have to live in this world if he cannot take care of his children or his husband?

Without taking action, it makes people feel cold, discouraged, and finally has no hope of giving up.

Li Qingrong closed her eyes and opened her eyes for a while: "Does the letter say, who will be sent to Liucheng to take care of my father?"

"Auntie Zhong." Cui'er spoke carefully and said these three words, obviously a little angry.

Li Qingrong looked at Cui'er: "Apart from that, are there anything else?"

Cui'er lowered her head: "It seems that you are still mentioning that you are old and it's time to go back to Beijing, so as not to be inferior to Beijing when you are not as upbringing outside."

Li Qingrong's hand holding the veil tightened slightly: "How many months can I mention it when I will go back?"

"It is said that it will be a departure in October, and when you go back, you can celebrate the New Year at home." Cui'er spoke.

All Li Qingrong's voices disappeared in October.

The last life was also the one who left for Beijing in October. However, at that time, it was because my mother passed away and sent Ling back to Beijing. She thought that she would not return to Beijing in this life. Unexpectedly, this matter had been decided long ago.

Yes, the daughters of Yongning Bo Mansion are all useful, and they can’t be wasted outside, so they naturally have to go back to Beijing and hold them in their hands.

She wanted to be calm for a lifetime, but since she was forced to go back in the end, then this time, don't blame her for being rude.

Li Qingrong suppressed the fluctuations in her heart: "Apart from that, there is nothing else she has hidden from me and didn't tell me."

Li Qingrong said a little, and looked at Cui'er kneeling on the ground: "You have thought about it, I said that I can't tolerate sand in my eyes."

"It's really gone." Cui'er looked at Li Qingrong and her face turned pale: "By the way, madam, ma'am wants to take you to your home, as if it's just to promise you to your uncle's cousin, the second young master, Sheng Ge'er."

Li Qingrong loosened her hands and the handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground.

The reason why she was calm about her mother's life and death was that she knew that her mother would die during this period was because of hatred. She hated her mother, even though she knew the horror of the capital, was so timid that she would die herself and did not make plans for her children. However, she never thought that her mother had worked hard, obviously, but she failed to succeed, and then crushed the last straw, and was completely desperate.

Li Qingrong's hands trembled slightly and couldn't say a word. Fortunately, at this time, the doctor's voice sounded at the door: "Miss, your mother's medicine has been boiled."

Li Qingrong took a deep breath and ordered Cui'er: "Go and bring the medicine in."

Fortunately, she did not do anything wrong because of resentment. She desperately sent her mother over one day in the morning, hoping that her mother would be lucky and survive.

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