“许是昨儿夜里寒凉，老夫人染了寒疾。”                                                                                “你们怎么伺候的！”陆令筠冷下脸来。                                                                                “令筠。”一只手拉住陆令筠的手，陆令筠转头，便是对上秦氏老迈不复清明的眼睛，秦氏老了许多许多。                                                                                自从十年前的事后，她一下子就老了下来，这十年来，她时常生病，多是一些小毛病，但是药不断，一首吃着大补的药，可气色从未见好。                                                                                “娘没事。”秦氏拉着陆令筠的手笑道。                                                                                “母亲，您好生养着，很快就会好起来的。”陆令筠给她掖了掖被子，温声宽慰着。                                                                                秦氏这时扯出一抹笑来，“秉浩什么时候回来？”                                                                                “还有半个月。”                                                                                “半个月”秦氏忽的念叨起时日来，“娘肯定能撑着秉浩回来。”                                                                                陆令筠听到她那语气，没来由心头一跳，她拉紧秦氏的手，“母亲你这是说的什么浑话，不过是伤风，小毛病，很快就会好。”                                                                                秦氏这时扯出一抹笑，“对对对，小毛病，没事的。”                                                                                她打了一个重重的呵欠，眉间都是倦意。                                                                                陆令筠见状，叫人都先退出去，让秦氏好生休息着。                                                                                她明天再带着簌英过来看她。