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Jiang is crazy in the eyes of the world.

In Jiang's own eyes, she is still a madman.

But will a real madman admit that he is crazy? Qi Yuanzhang didn't know, but every time he recalled the appearance of Jiang's illness back then, he couldn't help but wonder.

That autumn, the osmanthus flowers were fragrant, and it was crab season.

Taiwei loves crabs, and he loves too.

A basket of fresh crabs in the house is eaten every day, and you don't get tired of eating it every day. That evening, he returned home from outside, went to the kitchen first, saw the crabs, personally picked a few out for people to steam, and then asked people to prepare a pot of chrysanthemum rice, and then went to the upper room.

White chrysanthemum water is used to soak rice, and small yellow chrysanthemums are put into the pot when the rice is not yet ripe.

Since ancient times, chrysanthemums and crabs have been a perfect match.

A pot of steamed crab full of fat and meat, with a pot of fragrant and greasy chrysanthemum rice, couldn't be better.

The practice of this chrysanthemum essence rice is still Jiang's original.

After he returned to the upper room, he went straight to the bedroom, but saw Jiang lying on the bed, sleeping with his head covered. It was raining outside, and the window sashes were closed, blocking the cold. The room was hot, with a rare warmth in autumn.

Qi Yuanzhang went to the ear room to freshen up and change clothes, changed into homely loose clothes and came back, walked to the side of the bed and called her, but she didn't move.

He sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly reached out to probe her forehead, only to feel that the tentacles were hot, and he was startled at the moment.

It's sick.

When he went out early in the morning, she was fine.

It's really sick.

Qi Yuanzhang hurriedly asked people to invite a doctor. After taking the pulse, prescribing medicine, and decoction, Jiang's spirit improved a little. Then she would drive him out, and let him go to the concubine's room, or to the study, and not to stay in this room.

――If you get sick, it won't be good.

These are her exact words.

Until now, Qi Yuanzhang still remembers it clearly.

Because that was the last time she was conscious, smiling at what she said to him.

And the last sentence.

Qi Yuanzhang left the bedroom, went to the study first, and when it was dark, seeing that the rain was still falling, he somehow got upset, so he didn't go anywhere, and returned to the bedroom.

Jiang should have just taken the medicine, and there was still a faint smell of medicine in the room.

Some are bitter, some are astringent, and some are salty.

He sent the maid on duty for the night and left him in the bedroom. He hasn't done much to serve people, but he knows how to pour tea and deliver water.

Before Jiang's, he also got married once.

married the daughter of the Lu family.

Lu is good-looking, gentle and generous, and he can run a family. His mother was probably satisfied with the Lu family, but he was dispensable, and when he was old, the family arranged a suitable candidate, and he married.

The husband and wife respect each other like guests, not to mention how affectionate they are, they can get by.

But when Lu gave birth, he couldn't get through it.

Their eldest daughter also died young.

Later, he married Jiang again.

When he first met, he felt that Jiang and Lu were no different, they were almost good-looking and similar. From now on, they will continue to respect each other as usual.

He is the most ordinary man in the world, marrying wives and concubines, having children, honoring his elders, and supporting his family...... But that's it.

But at this moment, Jiang is sick.

If Jiang can't afford to get sick, if Jiang is gone, will he still want to marry again?

Jingningbo Mansion cannot live without a hostess.

He can't live without a wife.

But Qi Yuanzhang sat in front of Jiang's bed, lowered his head and thought about it, but he felt bored.

His life, up to now, doesn't look like his own. He seems to be sober, but in fact he is living a more chaotic life than anyone else.

On a rainy night, Qi Yuanzhang was alone, listening to the crackling sound of raindrops falling under the eaves, and slowly closed his eyes.

He sat in a chair with a book in his hand and dozed off.

Time flows slowly like water.

Before he knew it, half of the night had passed.

The sleeping man in the tent suddenly murmured. She spoke quickly and long, and sounded terrifying in the dark night.

Qi Yuanzhang woke up.

As soon as he moved, the scroll in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

He subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but found that the house was already dark. The lit lamp went out by itself. He kept his eyes open, but he could see nothing.

It was raining and it was late at night.

The room was so dark that you could barely see your fingers.

He tried to call someone in to light the lamp, but suddenly he heard movement in the tent.

Jiang Shi vaguely didn't know what he was saying, as if he was shouting for help, and as if he was shouting not to ...... I'm afraid it's a nightmare. Thinking like this, Qi Yuanzhang stood up, opened the tent, touched the people in the tent, and whispered her maiden name, wanting to wake her up.

But his hand was suddenly grabbed hard!

He saw Jiang's eyes in the darkness.

It was so bright, not like a man, but like a beast.

She clutched his hand tightly, her voice was hoarse, and her tone was terrified: "Don't kill her!

Qi Yuanzhang wanted to separate her hands, but he couldn't pull them out. Jiang, who usually looks soft and weak, has much more strength than a man at this time.

He couldn't see the look on her face, but he could tell she was scared just by hearing her voice.

Qi Yuanzhang called her name repeatedly, but she was unmoved, and seemed to be deaf. There was no way, so he had to prepare to raise his voice and call people in. But who knows, before he was about to speak, he heard Jiang Shi say-

"Don't kill my pretty girl!"

Hoarseness exhausted, liver and intestines broken.

Qi Yuanzhang was stunned.

He kicked off his shoes in the dark and climbed into bed, hugged Jiang, pinched her tiger's mouth, and pinched her people. However, Jiang didn't seem to be in pain, and he didn't react at all.

She was still crying and begging him not to kill Qiaogu.

It was just nonsense from a nightmare, but he was scared when he heard it.

Qi Yuanzhang pressed against her face, attached it to her ear, and said over and over again, wake up!

I don't know how long it took, but the rain outside the house became heavier, and there was a loud noise.

Jiang finally quieted down in the chaotic sound of night rain.

Qi Yuanzhang wanted to light the lamp, but he didn't move.

He let out a low "Aning".

Jiang's breathing was rapid and heavy.

She seemed to be awake, and as if she was still in a dream, she held his hand tightly, and said quickly: "Xiangguo is going to die! Xiangguo is going to die!"

Qi Yuanzhang didn't hear it clearly the first time, and heard it a second time when he was frowning.

He startled and hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth.

If you say this, you will be rebellious, and if people hear it, you will lose your head and punish the nine clans!

He covered her mouth with all his might, lowering her voice to stop talking nonsense.

But she was crazy, and she still had to say whimpering.

He cried incessantly, and his voice was hoarse, as if he was in extreme pain.

But in an instant, her tears soaked his palm.