She said, In the past, I was afraid to go out and always lay flat at home. She just wanted to read the story to fill her brain with love. Therefore, she was a famous idiot in the capital in her previous life. It became a joke after a meal. She thought that she had met the perfect match in the story, but she did not expect that it was because she was stupid that that person decided to marry her as a cover. In the end, he died under the war. He said, Ever since he was young, he dreamed of becoming a general like his father. gallop on the battlefield to protect the country. Therefore, he had been practicing martial arts since he was young and was not afraid of the cold and heat. At the age of eleven, he could follow his father to wipe out the mountain bandits and wipe out the bandits. However, when he was 12 years old, he fell off a horse and lost control of his legs. His childhood dream could no longer be realized. In this life, she did not believe in love. Who knew what kind of monster she would marry in the future? She just had to focus on her career and protect the people in her own land. He only wanted to lie flat for the rest of his life. After all, a cripple couldn't do anything big. But why was this woman always chasing after him, saying that she would help him fulfill his dreams? Is this how you repay a life saving grace?
In the early autumn of the twenty-first year of Changhe.
The midday sun felt like it was roasting his body. It was very hot, but there was a hint of coolness in the shade.
In the shade of the corridor, a small clay pot was stewing on a small stove. Wisps of sweet fragrance wafted out from the claypot.
Beside the stove, a little girl dressed in green was fanning the fire with a worried expression. On the bench between the pillars opposite the stove, another little girl in green clothes leaned against the railing and munched on melon seeds.
In the east cubicle, Su Wanqiu woke up from her aching body. Her eyes were so dry that she could not open them. The thought that flashed across her mind was that she was actually not dead.
Would Shao Zhiqi give up on a chance to get rid of him without separating? What about Brother Xiao? A person like Brother Xiao shouldn't be dragged down because of her. That kind of death was retribution for him.
But how could that person who looked like a banished immortal be tired of such a dirty thing, and how could she be harmed because of such a dirty thing? After all, he was the only one with dirty thoughts between the two of them.
Su Wanqiu raised her dry and swollen eyelids with some difficulty. What greeted his eyes was not the shabby house he had expected. It was the familiar yet distant ceiling of the tent that he had seen for fifteen years.
On the top of the peach-colored tent, large clusters of hibiscus flowers were embroidered with golden thread.
It had been many years since he had seen this curtain. Could it be…Could it be that Father brought her home? Thinking of this possibility, Su Wanqiu's eyes filled with tears, but she forcefully held them back.
He thought to himself,'Shouldn't father be in Yangxing's hometown? Besides, after such a thing happened, how could my stepmother agree to let me in? After all, her attitude towards her stepmother had always been very bad, and it had broken her stepmother's heart.
Su Wanqiu wanted to call for help, but she realized that her throat was hard and her lips were dry. His voice couldn't come out clearly from his mouth. She struggled to sit up, but the weakness in her body and the dizziness in her head made her collapse on the bed again.
Fortunately, her struggling voice attracted the attention of the servant girls outside. After a while, a little servant girl in green clothes with an oval face and a double bun hurriedly entered the cubicle.
The bed curtain that had been lowered was gently lifted from the outside. Su Wanqiu's eyes met with the servant girl's.
Su Wanqiu, who was lying on the bed, looked at the little servant girl in astonishment as if she had been struck by lightning. His heart was in turmoil.
Isn't…isn't this my personal maid Su Zhu? Wasn't she framed to death a year ago? Moreover, the bamboo looked much smaller than before. In other words, he was still dead?
Su Zhu saw that Su Wanqiu had woken up and hurriedly hung up the curtain on the side. Then she turned around and walked two steps towards the hall and shouted: "The young lady is awake. Bixi, hurry up and call for a doctor. Danmei, go and inform the master and the old lady." Mo Zhan, quickly bring in the sweet soup that is simmering on the stove outside."
Su Zhu shouted and turned around, touched Su Wanqiu's forehead and said happily: Miss, you're finally awake. You've been unconscious for two days. If he doesn't wake up, Old Lady and Old Master will get someone to call a doctor."
Su Wanqiu didn't hear Su Zhu's last words, and her mind was a little confused,"Where is this place? The tourmaline, red plum, and ink cup are all here?"
Su Zhu continued to smile,"It's good that she's awake." Did Young Lady want to sit down just now?" After asking, he realized that Su Wanqiu was staring at him blankly without blinking. She had no intention of answering him.
Su Zhu hurriedly waved her hand at Su Wanqiu and asked somewhat anxiously,"Miss, what's wrong?" Don't scare Su Zhu."
Su Wanqiu snapped back to her senses and tears welled up in her eyes again. He nodded lightly.
Seeing that she was fine, Su Zhu leaned over and carefully helped Su Wanqiu up. Then, he placed a thick and soft pillow behind her. After he was done, he walked in with a bowl of sweet soup.
Su Zhu took the sweet soup, scooped it up with a spoon and blew on it while smiling." Miss, you've been cooking for two days. You haven't had rice or water." Drink this bowl of sweet soup first to moisten your throat and replenish your strength."
Su Wanqiu took a sip of the sweet soup. It was soft and smooth, stained with the fragrance of pears, and slowly melted in his mouth. Looking up, the scene in front of him was so familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had experienced it. Su Wanqiu drank a small bowl of sweet soup and felt that she had finally come back to life.
After clearing her throat, Su Wanqiu looked at Su Zhu and asked hoarsely,"Su Zhu, where are we?" She then looked at Mo Zhan who was standing at the side with a smile and asked," Mo Zhan, you, are you dead too?"
"Bah! Bah! Bah! Lady, don't talk nonsense. Of course, it was in the residence. Miss, you just caught a cold. The doctor said that as long as the girl woke up and her fever subsided, she would be fine. At most, he will cough for a few days." Su Zhu handed the empty bowl to Mo Zhan as she said with a frown.
Did he not die? Su Wanqiu heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that she was not dead. Otherwise, what would happen to his Pan 'er in the future? But what was with the cold? Shouldn't he have been beaten to death? How did that feeling turn into a cold?
Su Wanqiu suddenly thought of something. She lifted the blanket and started to search her body. Su Zhu, who was standing at the side, was so frightened that she quickly pulled up the thin blanket and wrapped Su Wanqiu up. Your fever has just subsided. If you lift this blanket and the wind blows again, you will catch a cold. What should we do if the cold gets worse?"
There was nothing. There was not a single injury on his body. Could it be that because he was dead, there were no traces left on his body? Su Wanqiu wrapped herself in the blanket and thought to herself. Su Zhu looked at Su Wanqiu worriedly, then looked at Mo Zhan who had brought in another bowl of sweet soup.
Mo Zhan carefully carried the bowl to the bedside, then looked at Su Zhu and said softly,"Just now outside the house, I saw Master and Old Lady enter the courtyard." He'll be here soon."
While they were talking, a flurry of hurried footsteps came from outside the room. Immediately after, the sound of the door curtain being opened could be heard.
Following the sound of footsteps, the one leading the way was an old woman dressed in a dark yellow robe with dark auspicious clouds. She was lined with a six-piece silk dress with half a pine and light lotus roots. The corners of the skirt were covered with dark makeup and cloud patterns.
The old woman was half-supported by a nanny as she walked into the room anxiously. Behind her was a middle-aged man dressed in a dark green bamboo robe with a bright green barbarian pattern belt around his waist. His expression seemed calm, but there was a hint of joy in the corner of his eyes.
Su Wanqiu looked up and saw her grandmother, Su Wu, and her father, Su Kanghui. Finally, the tears that he had been suppressing earlier could no longer be suppressed. Large beads of tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, rolling across his face and hiding on the quilt.
She wanted to call him father and grandmother, but her mouth was trembling so much that she couldn't say anything. For some reason, when she saw her father and grandmother, her heart was filled with grievance.
At this moment, she did not want to think about where she was. He didn't want to know why his grandmother was still alive and why his father was still alive. She just wanted to cry.
Su Kanghui saw his daughter sobbing, and the blood on his face began to drain. She was so frightened that she quickly stepped forward and patted Su Wanqiu's back through the blanket. Why are you crying so sadly? Did someone bully you in your nightmare? Aren't you afraid that daddy will be here? Daddy will help you beat him back."
Because of her father's touch and words, Su Wanqiu's body was a little stiff. She turned her head to look at her father and her thoughts were in turmoil, forgetting to cry for a moment.
