Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

Yiliu carried what the steward had just said to him, and walked back to the main courtyard from the front hall restlessly.

Just as he walked to the gate of the main courtyard, Yiliu saw that the servant who was supposed to be waiting in the main courtyard was leading the old doctor Chen in the mansion to the courtyard in a hurry.

The servant first saw that she was the maid next to the master, wiped the sweat off his forehead in a hurry, nodded and said, "Miss Yiliu, you are back!"

Surprised, Yiliu quickly walked a few steps to catch up, blessed the goatee old doctor, and then hurriedly asked, "What happened in the yard, you want to work for Uncle Chen?"

The servant replied honestly, "It's Mr. Gu's order. It seems that the master is feeling unwell. I don't know about the other little ones."

The young master is unwell?

The possibility of some kind of young master's physical discomfort suddenly popped up in his mind, and Yiliu staggered suddenly, thinking that he might be thinking too much.

The main courtyard is very quiet, there are maids waiting in the side hall in twos and threes, some are afraid to make a sound, occasionally there will be a little bold little maid who will quietly cast a glance or two into the inner room, but in a flash, she will look away with lingering fear. Take it back, for fear of being discovered by the man in the house exuding a terrifying aura.

As soon as Yiliu and the doctor entered the inner room, they felt chills all over their bodies, and a stern gaze like a knife's edge fell on them, which made people's legs go limp.

"Young Master Gu Yue." Yi Liu endured the chills in his heart, and looked anxiously at the side of the bed, "How is the young master?"

Gu Yue stood in front of the bed, saw the goatee old doctor carrying the medicine box, moved his body slightly, revealing the person on the bed tightly wrapped in brocade quilt.

I saw the man on the bed with ink-splashed long hair messily scattered across the couch, his eyes closed, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, his lips opened and closed unconsciously, and his breathing was a little disordered.

His cheeks were red and his lips were dry.

"My lord!" Yiliu felt anxious for a moment, and was about to rush to the bed.

Gu Yue quickly stopped Yi Liu, his face was cold and hard, "What are you going to do!"

"It's me who should ask you what you did to the young master!" The worry in her heart was greater than the fear of the man, Yiliu looked at the indifferent Gu Yue, glared at him with hatred, her brows were full of anger, "My young master's body He has been healthy since he was a child, without any disease or disaster, so why did he suddenly fall ill? And today, the young master was in good condition before taking a bath, so it is impossible for you to fall ill for no reason, it is you... What did you do to the young master?!"

Yiliu stared at Gu Yue coldly, thinking about the unknown background and identity of this person, the unpredictable and profound martial arts, and the almost domineering possessiveness towards her young master, she had long since buried her fear in her heart reached the peak.

Seeing the suspicion and vigilance in her eyes, Gu Yue couldn't help lowering his eyes, his aura was cold and firm, "Even if I harm anyone, I won't harm him!"

"Then you are saying, how could such a good young master fall ill!" Yiliu's momentum was not weak at all.

Looking at Yiliu, Gu Yue gradually frowned.

"I said, you guys are arguing, can you let the old man see the young master's symptoms first, and then you continue?" On the side, the old doctor with a goatee who was originally an old god finally couldn't hold back and said, holding the medicine in his hand. The box also "bang" and was placed heavily on the table.

In the bed, Feng Ze could only feel the discomfort of his body fluctuating from hot to cold, and couldn't help but hum softly.

Several people in the inner room naturally heard the voice, Yiliu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked the old doctor to come forward to diagnose the pulse.

Gu Yue stood beside the couch, his eyes were fixed on Feng Ze's sleepless face.God knows, how much he wants to personally wipe away the sickness between his brows...

"Well...Young master's illness is not a serious illness, just a little fever. The old man prescribed two doses of medicine, three bowls of water and one bowl. The young master's health is good. After two days of drinking, there will be no serious problems... However, the waist seems to be There are tendons and veins blocked, and you need to stay in bed for a few days." After examining the pulse carefully, the old doctor said calmly under two burning eyes, and he wrote down the prescription with a splash of ink, "Now, you Who will go back with the old man to get the medicine?"

After all, the old doctor with a wisp of beard took another look at Gu Yue.

"I'll go with you." Gu Yue said.

"Then come with the old man."

Nodding in satisfaction, the old doctor picked up the medicine box and walked out of the house. Gu Yue fixedly glanced at Feng Ze on the couch, stretched out his hands to brush his messy temple hair, and saw Yi Liu leaned over vigilantly, and stood up for him. Feng Ze tucked up the quilt again, and carefully lowered the large bed curtain.

The crimson bed curtain concealed the figure of the person on the bed, Gu Yue took a look at Yi Liu and did not stop him.

Out of the house, Gu Yue followed behind the old doctor step by step, when he took the wrapped Chinese medicine package from his hand, he saw the old doctor took out a porcelain bottle from nowhere, forced it into his hand, and then spoke earnestly He exhorted, "After all, the man was unusual before. Although it is a good thing that you agree with the young master, but young people, it is better to be restrained in some things."

Gu Yue was taken aback when he heard the words, then the corners of his lips curled up suddenly, "I know."