Ah Fu shook his head and said, "I don't know."

When Ah Fu finished, he wondered again. When did his son care so much about others?

"Young master, put down the curtain of the carriage first. Don't catch cold. I'll ask if Miss Song is there first. If Miss Song is not there, we'll go straight back." Ah Fu said again.

After a while, Ah Fu came back: "young master, Miss Song just sent someone to Rongyuan to deliver a letter. She said she didn't come today. Just now, one of the two was Fengyi and the other was Mr. Qian. She didn't wait until Miss Song."

Chu Yun listened to this and was quiet for a long time.

Ah Fu also knows his childe's temperament. He doesn't rush at this time. He also shuts up and waits there.

Although he still doesn't like Song Rong very much in his heart, he doesn't dare to talk about Song Rong now. If you make your childe unhappy, he can't afford the consequences.

Recently, the doctor specially instructed you not to let the childe get angry or think more, which is not good for your condition.

"Ah Fu, let's go back to your house first." after a long time, Chu Yun began to order.

He leaned on the inner wall of the carriage, and all in his mind was the bright clothes and outstanding Fengyi. He was thinking about it for a long time.

He stretched out his fingers and touched the position of his heart. His black hair fell on the back of his hand. There was a kind of ice carved beauty. He sighed gently. What kind of feeling is this?

Even Chu Yunqing couldn't tell why his heart was empty, with a little heavy, and some slight sour feelings.

Chu Yunqing's temperament has always been shallow. There are few such emotional ups and downs. His face turned white bit by bit, and finally he coughed violently.

"Childe, childe, what's the matter with you? Is everything all right?" Ah Fu's voice came out anxiously outside the carriage, but Ah Fu didn't dare to easily lift the curtain of the carriage. There was heavy air conditioning outside and heavy heat inside the carriage. If the two rushed, his childe might get sick.

Chu Yunqing took out a plain white handkerchief and covered his mouth. The sound of cough decreased. After a while, Chu Yunqing said, "it's OK. Go back to the house quickly."

He was suddenly annoyed again. He had never felt how sick he was before. He knew his health was bad since he was a child and had long accepted such a fate. However, today, he even felt that God was unfair.

It was getting dark. Song Rong and Xu sat down with the old lady for a while and went to Penglai hospital.

Just after arriving at his house, Qingtao hurriedly said, "Miss, Mrs. CAI has sent a message."

As Song Rong untied the belt of her cloak, she asked, "I have to send a message this big night, but what's the matter with Rongyuan?"

"Mrs. Cai said that there is a childe waiting for you outside the house." Qingtao said again.

Song Rong was a little surprised. She paused slightly and asked, "who is it? Qian Jinbao?"

"It's childe Chu... Childe Chu came to our house before. Mrs. Cai had seen it before. She didn't dare to neglect it, so she sent the news." Qingtao added.

Song Rong's look changed slightly and asked, "when did this happen?"

"It's been half an hour. We're in Nanshan hospital. The little servant girls below don't dare to disturb us."

"It's been half an hour... This man must have left." Song Rong muttered to herself.

Although she said so, Song Rong picked up her gray cloak, put it on her body, and followed Qingtao out.

An obscure carriage stopped outside the side door of the song mansion.

Ah Fu sat on the shaft of the carriage and kept rubbing his hands. It was so cold... I don't know what happened to the childe. He even wanted to come to the song house this big night. I don't know what's important. I must come to see Song Rong.

He's rough and fleshy. It's just cold. But where can he stand? It's warm in the carriage, but it's cold after all. Where can he stay comfortable in the warm pavilion?

"Childe, we can't wait for Miss Song today. We'd better go back first." Ah Fu persuaded.

Chu Yun moved his lips and wanted to tell Ah Fu to go back, but he always wanted to see her today. He didn't know why. He just wanted to see her.

Normally, he is not such a willful person, but today he feels a little different from himself.

At this time, the corner door of the song house quietly opened, and Song Rong and Qingtao came out one after another.

The carriage was very inconspicuous in the night. If you didn't look carefully, you might not find such a carriage in that corner. It was much simpler than the one used by Chu Yun in the day.

When seeing Chu Yunqing waiting here, Song Rong couldn't say what she felt. She quickly walked over.

Ah Fu hurriedly said, "Miss Song is coming."

Chu Yunqing was about to lift the curtain of the carriage. Ah Fu said, "young master, don't come down... I'll have my head in my hand if I take you out. If you catch a cold again, I can't explain to the master!"

When Song Rong came to her, she heard Ah Fu's words. She opened her mouth and said, "I'll go up."

In the middle of the night, men and women were in the same carriage, but they didn't talk much about rules, but Song Rong didn't want to think so much at present. If there were more unruly things, she and Chu Yunqing also did it.

Why pretend now? If she doesn't go in, Chu Yun will come down. Where does his body get such a cold.

Ah Fu smelled the speech, of course he wouldn't stop. He didn't want chu Yun to fall down more than anyone.

Qingtao helped Song Rong into the carriage. She lifted a corner of the driving curtain to keep the cool air from coming in, and then bent down to go in.

A pair of white jade like hands stretched out in front of her and helped him slightly.

Today, Chu Yun's hands are warm and moist without the cold feeling. Song Rong looks at Chu Yun's hands in surprise. After Song Rong sits down, she sees the Tang lady in Chu Yun's arms. She understands that Chu Yun's hands are warm because of Tang lady.

This is a palliative, his body is still the same weak.

But it was not very dark inside the carriage. On the wall of the carriage, a glass lamp fell. The candle in the glass lamp was a bit brighter than the normal candle.