I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Huo Ran went out to inquire about the situation, and returned to the study half an hour later, with no expression on his face, Rong Huai saw that his lips were parched, poured a cup of tea and handed him: "Moisturize your throat."

Huo Ran was overwhelmed by the flattery, and there was a trace of sweetness in his heart. He didn't want to drink this cup of tea, so he pretended to sip it: "Thank you, young master."

He even went so far as to wonder if Rong Huai had feelings for him, even though the possibility was slim, but as long as he had such a thought, it was enough to make him salivate.

Rong Huai coughed twice, and Huo Ran immediately asked with concern: "Have you caught a cold?"

"It's just that my throat feels a little uncomfortable." Rong Huai didn't take it to heart.

After Huo Ran moistened his lips, he asked, "Why was that woman crying outside just now?"

"It's the widow at the head of the village," Huo Ran replied, "she had a private meeting with her neighbors last night, and when she got home, she found her son dead on the ground. She was holding her son and crying, asking the chief to find a doctor. How does the doctor heal the dead? She flatly refused, and she started crying at the entrance of the village."

Rong Huai lowered his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "So that's how it is..."

Seeing him like this, Huo Ran's heart ached, and he quickly comforted him: "Young master, don't be sad, everyone has their own life and death, so don't be sad for her, young master."

system:……

He could see clearly that Rong Huai was not sad at all, he clearly lowered his head to hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.

The system felt chills down its spine: "The host, why did the widow's son die suddenly while he was alive?"

"Families without males are the favorites of rogue bandits," Rong Huai said indifferently, "This family should have been watched by them for a long time, but the villagers in Xianju County support and help each other, and the neighbors have a good relationship, so they probably won't be able to find them." When the time is right, I will expose the widow's true colors on the field that day, and the villagers will not take care of her family as much as they did before."

System: "...The host clearly said that he would not take action against her family."

Rong Huai chuckled: "Did I do it?"

System: ...It seems that there is no such thing.

The host just said a few words, if the rogue bandits find the widow's family, of course it's in their hands, even if the rogue bandits don't recruit and come to the door, the host will have nothing to lose.

Rong Huai and Huo Ran played another game of chess, and then sent someone to put away the chessboard, Huo Ran almost smashed the teacup in his hand, and knelt down at a loss: "Young master, is the slave not playing well? The slave will be serious..."

Rong Huai interrupted him: "Come out with me for a walk."

Huo Ran swallowed his heart back to his stomach, and followed Rong Huai with his hands down, walking towards the backyard.

The backyard is adjacent to the bird garden. It is the place where the original owner tended flowers and cultivated plants. There are various kinds of rare flowers and plants. It is spring, and they are blooming. The courtyard is full of fragrance, and the servants love this place especially.

Rong Huai walked through the corridor of carved beams and painted buildings, the servants knelt on the ground where he passed, he looked at these rare and rare grasses through the fence, and the hem of his clothes was stained with the fragrance of flowers when he walked.

Huo Ran's eyes did not fall aside, he stared at the slender figure in front of him for a long time, and followed closely behind him step by step.

A stone bridge is built next to the rockery in the backyard. Many colorful colored carps flow under the bridge. Because they have been kept in captivity for a long time, they even jump out of the water to beg for food.

Standing on the bridge, Rong Huai grabbed a handful of broken rice and threw it down, and the carps swarmed over, jumping and jumping in front of him, "They're all very energetic."

The stream was very long, and Huo Ran drove the carp towards Rong Huai from the other end, with the sound of "plop plop" one after another. He focused on the chuckle on the corner of Rong Huai's mouth, so he didn't notice a weak willow not far away. The figure fell into the stream.

A splash of water that was ten feet high splashed onto the hem of Rong Huai's clothes. He frowned subconsciously, and Huo Ran rushed over immediately: "Young master, are you all right? Are you hurt?"

Rong Huai shook his head, when he saw who the person fell into the stream, he raised his brows, Liu Lingzhi was sitting pitifully in the stream with his arms folded, in a state of distress, and beside him were two people who didn't know what was wrong handyman.

Rong Huai dusted off the hem of his clothes, and asked, "What's going on?"

The handyman knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Master Mingjian, I just want to get back the money I borrowed from Miss Liu. Miss Liu promised to pay it back in March, and it's almost May now. Let's mention this." Miss Liu jumped into the stream."

Rong Huai asked Liu Lingzhi, "Did you ask them to borrow money?"

Liu Lingzhi said with tears in her eyes: "A few years ago I found out that my mother was seriously ill at home, my younger brother was young, and my father depended on farming for his living and couldn't afford to see a doctor for my mother, so I borrowed some money."

In just one sentence, it outlines the image of a weak woman who suffers from fate but never gives in to fate, as tough as a willow. Liu Lingzhi cried and looked at Huo Ran, hoping to arouse the resonance of the other party. With a disabled father, she should be able to understand her feelings better.

But Huo Ran stared at Rong Huai's profile, without even giving her the whites of his eyes.

Liu Lingzhi was almost pissed off, she planned for a long time for today's show, to ensure that the water splashed on her body outlined the faintly visible beauty.

Especially now that it's not summer yet, the stream is still icy cold, she's a weak woman sitting in the water, and there's no one around to help her!

The system said in Rong Huai's mind: "Liu Lingzhi is talking nonsense! She thinks she was sold to Rong's house by her parents, and she has severed ties with them long ago."

Rong Huai said: "I know, she probably fed all the money to Lingquan."

The system's tone was full of suspicion: "Really? But she doesn't seem to have changed much?"

Rong Huai said: "If you have read the plot carefully, you will know that Liu Lingzhi first got a pair of pupils by accidentally dropping her bracelet into a spiritual spring, making her ordinary eyes glow with vitality, but look, Is it still working now?"

The system looked at Liu Lingzhi carefully, and shouted in surprise: "It's really gone!"

"So I guess, this effect is not permanent. Only when Liu Lingzhi keeps pouring gold and silver treasures into it can the effect be maintained forever." Rong Huai's eyes fell on the few white hairs on Liu Lingzhi's temples: "Even if it doesn't last supply, and possibly deprive her of her youth."

The system was dumbfounded: "...this is not a spiritual spring, it's not for money, it's for life!"

Only then did Rong Huai get a little interested, he was very curious about what would have become of Liu Lingzhi without the supply of gold and silver treasures from the Rong family?

Really looking forward to it.

The stream splashed some on him, this body is indeed delicate and weak, when the breeze blows, Rong Huai can't help but sneezed, Huo Ran used his tall and strong body to block the wind, and persuaded: "Young master Let's go back."

Rong Huai's voice was vaguely nasal: "Come back."

The two turned and left, and no one paid any attention to Liu Lingzhi, who was in a mess. Sitting in the water, Liu Lingzhi felt exhausted from the outside to the inside.

Even if he returned to the room in time, Rong Huai's useless body still caught a cold. Huo Ran blamed himself so much that he hated Liu Lingzhi.

The illness came like a mountain, and Rong Huai lay on the bed covering his sweat all day long, but his skin was cool and naturally hard to sweat, so he insisted on covering him on the bed for two days, but his condition became more and more serious.

He was top-heavy, his eyes were dim, and he was bedridden and sleeping soundly all day long. Whenever he opened his eyes, he felt dizzy and almost nauseated.

In this way, Huo Ran fed his medicine.

In a drowsy state, he felt his body being lifted up, strong arms encircled his body, and the spoon was brought to his lips. Huo Ran softly coaxed: "Young master, open your mouth."

Normally, Rong Huai's lips were like light-colored tangerine flowers, but now they were pale, and his voice was dry: "Would you... take the medicine?"

Even though the weight of Rong Huai's whole body was on him, Huo Ran didn't feel any strain, he easily hugged him, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Yes, young master is going to drink medicine."

The system is a little gloating in the background, does his family's insane big devil have such a day of whining?

Rong Huai sensed that the system was stealing the fun, but couldn't respond vigorously. He pushed Huo Ran away limply: "...I don't want to drink."

The hand that Huo Ran held pitifully, compared with his big hot palm, had five slender fingers, white and jade-like, and the veins on the back of the hand were like light blue mist.

Manager Wang stood beside him worriedly: "What can I do if the young master refuses to take the medicine?"

Huo Ran felt as if he was holding a small stove in his arms. Rong Huai's body was not sweating, but it was scorching hot, even his back was wet with sweat. He asked Rong Huai in his ear: "Why don't you, young master? Are you willing to drink medicine?"

Rong Huai was in a daze, the arm clasping Huo Ran's finger bones was faintly white, and he murmured: "...bitter."

Huo Ran thought of the two bowls of soup that flowed like water every day, and his chest seemed to be repeatedly trampled and trampled, making him feel unbearably uncomfortable.

Rong Huai said softly again: "...but I'm used to it."

Seeing that Rong Huai didn't even frown every time he drank the medicine, Huo Ran thought that Rong Huai was not afraid of suffering, but in fact, how could he not be afraid?Just get used to patience.

Huo Ran pushed his cheeks, and the back of his hands burst into blue veins. Director Wang also sighed: "I will help you warm up the soup again."

The soup was sent to the small kitchen and reheated again. Huo Ran scooped up the spoon and wanted to put it into Rong Huai's mouth. Rong Huai tightly pursed his lips, but he was still unwilling to open his mouth. Manager Wang was worried that the young master would not open his mouth. what should I do?Then I saw Huo Ran take a sip of the decoction in his mouth, then lowered his head neatly and covered Rong Huai's lips.

Manager Wang didn't react for a while.

When he reacted, he hesitated whether he should stop Huo Ran. Huo Ran is a mere slave who did such a thing. It can be said that he committed an offense against the superior, or was treasonous. If he did it openly in front of him, he should be killed with a stick!But the young master's body must be the most important thing.

Just when he was hesitating, Rong Huai snorted in a daze: "... sweet."

Manager Wang was far away, so he couldn't hear what he said clearly, but Huo Ran heard it clearly, and his ears burned red immediately.

system:……

Last time you said that plain boiled water was sweet, but it recognized it, and the bitter Chinese medicine still said it was sweet, the host must have broken its taste buds! ,.