In March of the twenty-second year of Chongzhen, Rong Ye, the left attendant of the Ministry of Officials, died violently in the palace political hall; On the third day, his wife Liu and his children left Beijing, and there has been no news since then.

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In the twenty-fifth year of Chongzhen, Yanbei in September, the north wind is howling, the dark clouds are overwhelming, and the sky seems to be not far from the first snow of the year.

Winters in Yanbei are always exceptionally cold, and this year's winter seems to have come earlier than previous winters.

In the cold north wind, the people walking on the road wrapped their big coats tightly, and their mouths kept cursing the ghost weather.

There is a village called Pingqiao Village in Pingzhou in Yanbei, there is a wide house in the west of Pingqiao Village, with blue bricks and red tiles, pink walls and red doors, which looks particularly magnificent against the backdrop of a number of blue brick houses and earthen huts in the village.

This spacious house facing north and south is divided into three entrances, the first is the outer courtyard, where the helpers, nurses and servants of the family live in the inverted house, and the wide courtyard is a vegetable field with neat reclamation.

At this time, in the vegetable field, the green seedlings look quite energetic, and at the westernmost end of the yard is a neatly cleaned stable.

At a glance, the floor-to-ceiling pillars and window lattices of the rooms in the entire courtyard are newly painted, and the windows are covered with snow-white and clean Korean paper.

The whole courtyard is quite stylishly arranged, the courtyard is clean, and the green color that can be seen in the eye looks vibrant, fresh and pleasant, making people feel that the owner's family does not seem to be an ordinary farmer.

Passing through the weeping flower gate along the bright and neat bluestone slab, it is the second entrance, which is the inner house.

Because the mother of the family has passed away, the main room in the middle of the courtyard is only dedicated to the portrait of the mother of the house, and the ear rooms on both sides are used as storerooms.

The east wing room houses the young master of the family, and the west wing is used as the young master's study; The west courtyard is the kitchen, and the east courtyard is inhabited by maids who serve the masters; There are also two tall green pines planted in front of the door of the east wing, which look eye-catching in this vast season.

The third into the second floor of the embroidery building lives the young lady of this house, not big or small three main rooms, the back cover room behind the embroidery building lives the maid and the servant woman who serve the young lady.

In the east corner of the courtyard is a specially fenced flower bush, in which are planted clusters of unknown small wildflowers, although there are no flowers at the moment, but they also have green and green leaves, which look vibrant.

In the flowerbed on the west side, there were a row of nine red plums and a bush of herbs, and when I approached it, I only felt a strange fragrance—the colder and greener the strange grasses and fairy vines were, they all bore fruit, like coral beans, tired and lovely.

In the middle of the courtyard, next to the stone table and stone chairs, there are two large vats of pastel flowers, on which a few orchids are depicted, and under the frozen water, a few goldfish of different colors can be faintly seen swimming leisurely.

At this time, in the second-floor bedroom of the embroidery building, there was a white silk tent of ink calligraphy and painting hanging on the black lacquered kang, and a girl of about nine years old was sleeping in the tent, covered with a thick quilt.

Her eyes were closed, her face was slightly pale with two unusual flushes, and her breathing sounded heavy, as if she was very sick.

On the side of the black lacquered pistle sat a woman wearing a half-worn indigo cotton jacket, wiping the cold sweat on her forehead with a cotton towel, her kind face full of worry.

Jiang Lanbi lay on the hot kang in a daze, unable to move a finger, and the whole body still belonged to him, only his mouth and ears.

Her consciousness was blurred for a moment, and she was awake for a moment.

The scene in front of me is a modern university for a while, and I am happily walking on the playground with my roommates, talking about the novel I just read.

For a while, it was the boudoir of the Xue family when I was a child, and the rain-swept azure gauze tent hung on the mahogany lacquered gold Qiangong step bed, embroidered with ink paintings like flowing clouds and water, and the beautiful and square mother sat in front of the bed, gently calling her name with tears in her eyes.

After a while, a young girl with a double bun, wearing a filial piety dress, threw herself in front of the mourning hall, holding the silent beautiful woman on the mourning bed, hoarse, crying and shouting "Mother".

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Jiang Lanbi was confused, and felt a bitter medicinal juice flowing straight from his mouth into his throat, making him cough for a while.

And a pair of gentle hands gently touched his chest, relieving himself of the discomfort caused by the cough.

At this time, she heard a crisp and slightly immature voice sounding beside the bed in a daze: "Mother, how is Miss?" ”

The hoarse female voice beside the bed lowered her voice and said, "You girl, didn't I let you watch the stove in the kitchen?"

The little silver hanging is stewed in the goat's milk poria drink for the young lady, and the red date longan soup for the young master, don't you watch it there carefully, what are you doing here? Those things are expensive now, and if they are carefully boiled, they will spoil the good things! ”

"Daddy and my sister just came back from the county seat, and my sister went to the kitchen to watch, and Daddy asked me to come in and see how the young lady was doing. said that he grabbed a few pairs of medicines from the county medical hall, and also bought two ten-year-old mountain ginseng for the young master and Miss to replenish her body. ”

"Alas, what else can I do, Miss's high fever still doesn't go away. If it continues like this, I'm afraid it will burn out.

Then Dr. Li came to check the pulse, saying that the young lady was originally a premature baby, and the heat poison brought by the womb. Over the years, I have finally raised some of them, and when I came to Yanbei three years ago, because of the bumpy road and the cold weather, I buried the root of the disease.

After coming to Yanbei, the climate and soil here are very different from those in Beijing, and the young lady will inevitably be unaccustomed to the water and soil.

In addition, in the past year, the young master and Miss have to keep filial piety to his wife, and she will not be fishy at all.

This year's winter is extremely cold, and the already weak body bones naturally can't hold on.

It's also my fault, I should have advised the young lady not to stick to these rules and take good care of her body at that time.

We are no better than in the capital, any tonic herbs can be recuperated, and there is no good doctor here, if the young lady can't hold on, then the wife's spirit in the sky will not be at ease!

In case the young lady has three long and two short, how can I be worthy of the wife who is gone! ”

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