Xia Moling looked at Aunt Qiu timidly, and now the entire Prime Minister's Mansion is run by Aunt Qiu.

If you dare to provoke Aunt Qiu, how can you live a good life.

"Daddy." After Xia Boran took a seat, others dared to hit the chair with their butts. Xia Chiwan sat down, and the maidservant girl behind immediately served Xia Chiwan today's soup.

This time, the soup was different from the last time, it was stewed with one Gu per person in a small cup.

When the maidservant helped Xia Chiwan open the Gu lid, Xia Chiwan actually smelled a pungent smell of grass.

Xia Chiwan glanced down at her cup of soup, smiled, and then took the porcelain spoon in the handmaiden's hand and mixed it with the soup.

"Dad, the soup that Aunt Qiu prepared today must be the most nourishing. On weekdays, the father is always busy with major affairs in the DPRK and China, and the daughter only hates herself for not getting a boy. On weekdays, I can't help my father share his worries, and this soup lunch is my daughter's filial piety to my father. ”

After mixing the soup and cooling it slightly, Xia Chiwan pushed the soup in front of Xia Boran.

Even if this is just a gesture, Xia Boran is very willing to accept it, "It's still Wan'er intimate." ”

"Not bad." Drinking the cold soup that Xia Chiwan mixed herself, Xia Boran was very comfortable.

The gentleness that Yun Qiandu can't enjoy, Xia Chiwan, the daughter, has done it.

"Aunt Qiu, what's wrong with you?" Xia Yuxin tilted her head and looked at Aunt Qiu curiously, but her eyes flashed with schadenfreude, this fire burned to her head, right?

It's just that whether the second sister's move was intentional or unintentional, just like the last time.

Xia Yuxin's bright eyes aimed at Xia Chiwan from time to time, as if she wanted to see Xia Chiwan thoroughly.

Seeing that Xia Chiwan was as simple as before, Xia Yuxin breathed a sigh of relief.

Xia Chiwan should have been unintentional, she just wanted to care about her father, not to let Aunt Qiu jump into the pit she dug herself.

Xia Chiwan comfortably drank the soup prepared by Aunt Qiu, and nodded secretly, Aunt Qiu does have a set, at least in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, she serves her father very well.

Aunt Qiu secretly gritted her teeth, and shouted in her heart that it was not good, that cup of soup was actually drunk by the master, and this time there was trouble.

Sure enough, after an hour, there was movement in Xia Boran.

The minions in the Prime Minister's Mansion kept running in and out, sweating profusely. The subordinates are all rumoring that Xiangye has a sudden illness, and he is full of anger, so he doesn't let anyone get close.

So, in the next moment, the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion were in a hurry to invite the best doctor in Kyoto.

It's a pity that those doctors are helpless about Xiangye's emergency and can't find the cause.

Hearing the news, the ladies in the Prime Minister's Mansion all ran to see Xiangye's condition, and even the little Xia Ziqi was hugged by her grandmother and squeezed into Xia Boran's house.

It's just that no one was allowed to enter Xia Boran's inner hall, and even the minions who were serving Xia Boran inside didn't see Xia Boran's appearance at this time.

Xia Boran's thick bed curtain was lowered, cutting off everyone's sight.

Seeing one doctor after another returning in vain, Xia Boran's anger became bigger and bigger, but Aunt Qiu's heart was getting colder and colder.

Because Aunt Qiu is very sure that this "disease" cannot be cured by ordinary people, otherwise, she would not have done it.

"Xiangye, what's wrong with you, don't scare the concubines." Aunt Zheng had already taken out a handkerchief and wiped it from her tears. Xia Moling saw that his aunt was crying, and she also wiped her tears.