"If you have something to say, you will speak directly, and if you have nothing to say, I will leave." Fan Miaoshu glanced at Zhou Han dissatisfied.

"Don't, don't go." The second lady kept twisting the handkerchief with both hands, and said with difficulty: "Ashu, you also know that your second brother's body, since he was sick three years ago, is getting worse and worse now, in winter, he coughs day and night, and it doesn't matter how many doctors he invites, so he finally invited Mr. Xue, but Mr. Xue also made it clear that this disease can't be cured, and he can only support it." The second lady couldn't help crying as she spoke, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

Fan Miaoshu hates crying women the most, she looked at her coldly and snorted: "The second brother is not sick for a day or two, why are you crying here with me?" If you're here to complain, I'm afraid you're in the wrong place. ”

"No, I just can't help it." Zhou Han hurriedly wiped his tears.

Fan Miaoshu didn't bother to look at her.

Zhou Han choked down and said, "Ashu, I know that you have a good relationship with your second brother and his brother and sister. Your second brother's illness is not going to get better, Mr. Xue is a member of the Tianqian Gate, and it is impossible for him to stay in our Jin Kingdom forever, and he will have to leave sooner or later. Now, your second brother is under the care of Mr. Xue, and it looks like he is getting better every day, but I'm afraid that if Mr. Xue leaves, he will be bad. Zhou Han said, raising his eyes and looking at Fan Miaoshu fixedly.

Fan Miaoshu's eyes were slightly gloomy, and she said: "As far as I know, Mr. Xue is not such an irresponsible person, if he leaves, the second brother's illness will definitely improve greatly." As long as you have a good life, there will be no problem in a few years. Our Fan family is not waiting for idlers, and it is not difficult to invite an inner court medical officer to serve with us. That being the case, I don't know what the second sister-in-law is afraid of? ”

Zhou Han pressed her tears and said, "Your second brother was injured strangely back then, I-" But before she finished speaking, Fan Miaoshu interrupted her loudly.

"Second sister-in-law! Isn't it already clear what happened back then, the assassin has already been split up and fed to the dogs, and now you are mentioning what you want to do! ”

Zhou Han stood up abruptly and asked, "Is it over?!" Is this the case, don't you really know? Ashu, you and your second brother are brothers and sisters of the same mother, and you have exactly the same blood in your body! ”

Fan Miaoshu turned her face sideways, raised her chin slightly, and was silent.

Zhou Han shed two lines of tears and said, "If it weren't for the desperation, would I come to beg you?" She raised her hand, pointed at Fan Miaoshu with her finger, and then pointed in the direction of the door, crying and laughing: "You, you." You Fan people are cold-blooded to the bone. What a master, what a brother, what a sister, hahaha. ”

Fan Miaoshu also stood up, stared at Zhou Han tightly, and said, "Second brother is seriously ill, and it's not a reason for you to be cranky. Don't let me hear that again, today, I'm just when you didn't come. ”

After speaking, Fan Miaoshu took Luo Ying away, leaving only Second Lady Fan and her maidservant in the living room.

Zhou Han covered his eyes with his hand, laughed while shedding tears, and said, "Cranky, she said I was cranky, hahaha." ”

The servant soothed: "Madam, since you can't ask for it, then let's go back." ”

Zhou Han wiped his tears, his eyes gradually became cold, and said, "What else can you do if you don't go back, let's go, let's go." "Flesh and blood compatriots or something are just an empty name in this place, what kind of feelings did she stupidly come to talk about with the Fan people who are cold to the bones? She smiled self-deprecatingly.

If she hadn't had a little interest and maybe wouldn't have gone out, she wouldn't have to. The fight is just a void, what is the value of everything that was once there?

She walked out into the courtyard, looked up at the blue sky, and let out a long sigh.

In the guest house

Ziji is writing and making a fuss.

Mingyun sat opposite him, picked up a book and opened it, and looked at it casually. Her mind was not in the book, she looked at it, and she didn't read a word in her heart. Her gaze always couldn't help but sneak a peek at Ziji. The young man's side face is handsome and handsome, and his eyebrows, eyes and nose are very good-looking, like a spring breeze entering a canyon, warm and angular.

There was the sound of the wind outside, the wind was blowing the dead branches in front of the hall, and the fragrance of plum blossoms was looming. Due to the gloomy sky, the light in the hall was a little dim. Mingyun sat in the backlit position, often looking sideways with the afterglow, every time she looked at it, it was sneaky, if Ziji happened to have any action at this time, she immediately withdrew her eyes and pretended to be reading seriously.

When Mingyun peeked over again, Ziji raised his eyes to meet her. Mingyun couldn't react at once, and subconsciously raised Shujian to cover his face. Then, she immediately put it down and said, "You concentrate and write quickly." ”

Ziji made a puzzled expression and said, "Where am I not attentive?" ”

"To speak is to be inattentive." Mingyun said.

"You opened your mouth first." Ziji Road.

Mingyun pursed the corners of his lips, paused, and then said, "Shut up." With that, she lifted the scroll again, covering half of her face, and turned her head away.

Ziji lowered his head and continued to help write the strategy, but as he wrote, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

Fan Di Qinghui Park

Xue Xian was sitting on the side of the bed to see Fan Jiyou. It happened that the second lady Zhou Han entered the house.

Zhou Han's eyes were red, and he had obviously cried. When she saw Xue Xian, she forced out a smile and greeted Xue Xian.

The second lady came to the bedside, looked at her husband, and couldn't help it, she asked Xue Xian, "Sir, how is my husband doing lately?" ”

Xue Xian said: "It's okay, as long as you keep it up and recuperate well, you can live for three or five more years." ”

Hearing this, Fan Jiyou sneered softly as if he had suddenly been awakened in a dream, and his eyes that were originally filled with hope suddenly darkened.

Xue Xian withdrew his hand, stood up, and gave up the position next to the bed to the second lady.

Fan Jiyou also withdrew his hand and sighed, but he couldn't breathe, and finally began to cough again, he raised his hand and put it on the side of the mouth that was coughing continuously, and made a fist to cover the cough. Fan Jiyou's eyelids drooped, there was no trace of brilliance in his eyes, like a pool of bleak stagnant water, he said: "Ahem, people will die in the end, three or five years, enough, enough for me to do a lot of things." His voice was hoarse and low, and his breathing was a little short, as if he had wasted a lot of energy.

The second lady knelt down on the foot pedal beside the bed and said, "I don't allow you to talk nonsense!" ”

Fan Jiyou smiled miserably and said, "You also understand in your heart, why deceive yourself, cough cough." After speaking, he looked at Xue Xian and said, "Mr. Xue, let's stop here for today's pulse diagnosis, I understand my body, and the left and right are like that." ”

"Why do you say such frustrating things to provoke me?" After Xue Xian said goodbye, the second lady was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Fan Jiyou was lying on his back on the back behind him with his eyes closed, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep. When the second lady saw it, she couldn't help but cry again. After a long time, Fan Jiyou didn't say a word, and the second lady was sobbing alone by the bedside. There was a pot of daffodils on the tall pot stand by the window, and she felt like the daffodil, its roots and her heart were soaked in the cold winter water.

Fan Jiyou opened his eyes blankly, looked at his wife's back, his lips moved, sighed silently in his heart, and said in his hoarse voice: "Don't cry, I'm upset when I hear it." ”

"Why?" The second lady had dried up her tears, and no longer wept, but lowered her head and asked in a deep voice, the shadow of the curtain hit her not very young face, she was slightly hunched back, and the spirit on her body seemed to have been exhausted.

"You don't understand, you don't understand." Fan Jiyou raised his head and sighed, his eyes looked straight at the top of the tent, and said, "The sword back then, it poked here, it was here." He raised his hand and pounded his fist against his chest.

"It almost pierced my heart, the sword, still quenched with poison, I still remember its temperature, icy cold, colder than the ice under the nine-foot pool. You know, it's dead, it's a stone of ice, what's the use of you saving me? ”

The second lady turned her head, her eyes were red and swollen, full of tears, she threw a wet handkerchief to the ground, and said, "Let it melt when it freezes, what should I do if you go on like this?" What should Cheng Er do? What about Hui'er? What about Zhixuan? What are you going to do with the four of us, mother and son? What should I do? How do we survive? The three names in her mouth are all their children, the eldest son Fan Cheng is only nine years old, and the youngest Hui'er is only a three-year-old yellow-mouthed child.

When Fan Jiyou heard this, the child's immature faces appeared in his mind, his eyes were red, he stopped talking, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists.

Zhou Han saw that her husband's face was moved, she ran to Fan Jiyou's bed, knelt at the head of the bed, grabbed her husband's hand and held it tightly, and begged: "My lord, I will beg Mr. Xue again, he must have a way, Cheng Er said a few days ago that he missed the scene when you taught him to ride and shoot when he was a child, if you can be cured, you can teach him personally." "Fan Cheng is their eldest son, and the gentlemen in the sect praise him for being a little gentleman with good literary and moral conduct.

"Cheng'er, Cheng'er is almost fifteen years old, I haven't seen him for a long time." Fan Jiyou let out a long sigh and said with emotion.

"Cheng'er studied really hard, and he was the first in every school examination in Zongxue, and he was willing to sleep late every day." The second lady also talked about her son, and her brows soothed.

"Ah Han, how many years have you not been back to Qin?" Fan Jiyou said, coughing again.

The second lady didn't know why he asked like this, so she was stunned for a moment and said, "It's been almost fifteen years since I married into the Jin Kingdom. ”

"I remember that I was only fifteen years old when I got married, and in a blink of an eye, another fifteen years passed, and even Cheng'er was so old. When you first got married, you were still very smiling, we went hunting in the mountains together, I shot a deer to make deerskin boots for you, but you said that you did not forget the rudeness, rode into the mountains, brought a red-haired fox back, and made me the collar of a winter coat. ”

The second lady recalled all the sweetness of her youth, and the corners of her mouth finally showed a little smile, and said, "How did you think of this." ”

"You haven't been home for fifteen years, Han, have you ever thought about going back to visit? Speaking of which, Cheng'er and they have never met their grandfather, it is a pity. Fan Jiyou turned his head, looked into the eyes of the second lady, and said slowly.

"Go back, go home? You say the state of Qin? Zhou Han asked stunned.