Shen Jingyi knew that she didn't have long to live, she lay on the kang near the window and looked at the candle flame on the high cabinet, and the wick dimmed.

At this time, it was the middle of winter, and after a snowfall, the red plum blossoms in the yard were blooming brightly, and the courtyard was full of red.

A cold wind blew, and the fragrance of plum came to my nose.

On such a snowy night, the people on the kang looked blank, just turned their heads and stared at me in a daze.

The orange fire shone on her face, she was not very old, but her eyes were sunken and her cheeks were thin.

Her body was covered with an old quilt that was not too thick, and her figure under the quilt still looked a little thin.

A figure appeared on the verandah in the distance, and after turning two corners, only the faint sound of the thick curtain being lifted came in, and a person who looked like a maid came in.

Green Whisk is the most loyal maid by Shen Jingyi's side, and the only one who serves her. At this time, she came over with a little silver frost charcoal in her hand, which was still crumbs, and said softly: "Auntie, the steward said that there is no extra charcoal, only so many slags." ”

Her voice was a little sad, and she felt even more distressed when she saw that lying on the kang, her sickly and indifferent face had not changed.

I hate those people a little more.

Silently, he burned the charcoal and put it on the side of the kang, hoping to warm up the person on the bed. The cold wind blew through the window, making her shiver uncontrollably, and the candle flame flickered, swaying indestructibly.

She looked at the emaciated person on the kang, she couldn't stand such a wind, let alone Shen Jingyi at this time?

"Auntie, it's cold, the slave maid should close the window, right?"

Shen Jingyi did not answer.

"Auntie?" Without waiting for an answer, the green whisk screamed again, and looked up, but following her gaze, she only vaguely saw the red plums in the yard that had fallen with snow, stretching wantonly, even at night, they were gorgeous and colorful.

I don't know why, among so many red plums, the only one that stretches all the way to the window has withered, and there is nothing on the bare branches, like a dying old man, slowly, hard to survive this winter.

Such a scene made her heart feel a little uncomfortable, so she asked, "Auntie, but do you want to ask the uncle to come and have a look?" ”

The answer to her was still silence.

The green whisk bites her lip.

After a long time, Shen Jingyi said: "It seems that I can't look forward to spring." ”

When Lu Fu heard this, his nose suddenly became sour, and he hurriedly said with tears in his eyes: "Auntie, don't say anything discouraged, the slave knows that you are unwilling in your heart, but even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the lady under the nine springs!" Madame, she doesn't want to see you like this. ”

"Ma'am?" She smiled, but coughed from choking, and as soon as she covered her mouth with her hand, a mouthful of fishy sweetness erupted from her mouth.

Shen Jingyi frowned slightly.

Green Whisk hurriedly crawled over and closed the window.

The cold wind was kept out, and the sound of red plums shaking the snow could be faintly heard.

Shen Jingyi gradually calmed down, silently curled up her hand to take the handkerchief, wiped the red on the side of her mouth, and said lightly: "I really don't have the face to see my mother like this." ”

Her biological mother was Xie, who was originally the daughter of a scholar family who was about to fall. Although she has gotten better in recent years because of her cousin's rivalry, it has nothing to do with her.

"Auntie......" Green Whisk didn't know how to persuade her, looking at her lifeless appearance, it was very sad.

Shen Jingyi didn't care, smiled faintly, and waved her hand: "Go and fold a few red plums for me and plug them in, so that you can see it without opening the window tomorrow morning." ”

Green Whisk was not at ease, but seeing her tired face, it was okay to think about what she said.

When the thick curtain fell, Shen Jingyi's dull eyes were withdrawn. She thought of what she looked like ten years ago, when she was still a flower-like girl, like those red plums in the yard, blooming brightly.

But it was only ten years, and she withered to the point that she was not in shape, just waiting to slowly wither.

Shen Jingyi was tired......

She felt her eyelids weigh heavily and tiredness crept in, and closed her eyes as if she had gone back ten years ago.

……

Suddenly there was a sound of unlocking outside the door.

She curled up on the kang, looked up, saw the person who came with hopeful eyes, and shouted eagerly: "Mother, mother saved me, it wasn't me who seduced my cousin, I didn't ......" Some trembling, hoarse voice gradually lowered, she was locked up all night, dripping water, fear and pain in her body made her start a high fever overnight.

The whole body is even more limp and weak.

The woman who came in ignored her, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a beautiful face and sharp eyebrows, but she had a mean appearance. With a neat bun, a golden hibiscus hairpin and a swallowtail golden hairpin on her head, and an emerald earring with a grain of rice on her ears, her skin is even more snowy.

And her face was no longer the usual gentle smile on her face at the moment, replaced by sharp eyebrows and undisguised disgust, looking at her coldly, which made her feel an inexplicable chill and fear.

"Mother, mother......" she called out tentatively again.

The woman ignored her, but from behind her came two women dressed in coarse cloth, holding in their hands white silk stacked on top of each other and a small porcelain vase.

Shen Jingyi suddenly felt cold.

When the white silk wrapped around her neck, she visibly felt suffocation, it was the smell of death.

At this moment, an old and familiar voice sounded outside the door.

"County Lord, forget it!" The voice had an unconcealed weakness, mixed with a half-cough, so that people knew that the owner of the voice was sick.

This is Shen Jingyi's grandmother Jiang, and at this time, she is dragging her seriously ill body to intercede for her granddaughter, who is not her only one.

"Let her be Jiang Hua's concubine!"

The voice sounded again, but this time it was farther and farther away.

Because of these words, she was able to save her life.

Because of this sentence, she was originally a concubine of the Shen family.

In the spring of the second year when she was carried into the Jiang family by a sedan chair, the old lady of the Shen family died of illness.

Shen Jingyi was not qualified to go home to worship, but because of the sad transition, she lost the child who was only a few months old in her belly. And in the fifth year, the Shen family was raided because of greed for ink, and the men were beheaded, and the women were prostitutes.

And the Jiang family has also been affected a lot, and since then, the so-called husband has stopped looking at her more.

However, her life has long been hopeless, and all her lives have been ruined. My grandmother is gone, her face is gone, and her body is getting worse and worse day by day. Faced with the terrible housewife, she couldn't even go and collect the corpses of the Shen family.

Speaking of which, she has only been Jiang Hua's concubine for ten years.

Today, it is still barely breathing.

And she was only twenty-five years old.

If you want to ask her if she hates, she hates.

But who should he hate?

Hate yourself for being too stupid, following the way of the wicked, and doing such shameless things with your cousin who has a marriage contract? Or do you hate her grandmother, who has always loved her, to let her become a concubine? Or, hating the initiator of this qiē.

Forget it! It's all gone, that's it, it's all gone.

The beads fall and the red plum branches are around, whose sister-in-law is looking for spring. Smell the dark incense from afar to guide the way, and people are better than flowers and snow.

In the dream, someone chanted this poem, and the voice was getting closer and farther away......