He Huan thought about it again and again, but couldn't help but say: "Cousin-in-law, I don't ask Miss Xie, I only ask you one thing, ten years ago, you were implicated in the prince's rebellion and went to prison, and then you were able to leave the prison by the intercession of the Marquis of Xie, and then went back to Jizhou directly, so when did the emperor give you permission to bring Tang An's paintings back to Jizhou?" ”

Shen Jinglun was dumbfounded by He Huan's question, and replied vaguely for a long time: "I saw the emperor before I left Beijing." ”

"Let me ask this, if Marquis Xie didn't intercede for you, what would the emperor do with you?"

"Why are you so persistent!" Shen Jinglun shook his head, "Those are just old things, and they have nothing to do with you at all." ”

"Cousin-in-law, there are only you and me here, and there is Wenzhu guarding outside the door, what can't you ......?"

"There are some things that you know, which are harmful and useless." Shen Jinglun is still tight-lipped.

He Huan still didn't give up, and asked a few more questions, but Shen Jinglun was unwilling to tell her, and she had no choice but to leave. But as soon as she stepped out of the door, she heard Wen Zhu call urgently in a suppressed voice: "Uncle! She couldn't help but stop.

"Miss Table, over here." Daylilies also heard Wen Zhu's call, and made a "please" gesture to He Huan.

He Huan ignored her, turned around and turned back to the door, and saw Shen Jinglun leaning against Wen Zhu with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had lost consciousness.

"What's wrong with my cousin-in-law?" He Huan strode into the room, reached out and touched Shen Jinglun's forehead, only to feel that his palms were hot.

"Go and ask Dr. Xiao!" Wen Zhu shouted at the daylily, he didn't care about He Huan, and helped Shen Jinglun to lie down on the soft couch.

He Huan only saw it clearly at this time. Shen Jinglun's cheeks flushed. Almost fell into a coma. "How so. Cousin-in-law, what's wrong? ”

"Uncle has been suffering from fever since he came back from Yamen yesterday, and he only got a little better this morning, so he hurriedly asked Miss Biao to come over and talk. Dr. Xiao said yesterday that the knife wound on the uncle's hand is extremely deep, and if he is not careful, his life will be in danger......"

"Lives in danger?" He Huan repeated distractedly, "How can this be? When he came back yesterday, he was in good condition. When he first spoke to me, he didn't have anything out of the ordinary......"

"That's the uncle has been holding on, he doesn't want Miss Cousin to feel guilty......"

"Wenzhu!" He Zhihua scolded sharply and stood at the door of the house on crutches.

"Steward Shen, you are recuperating from your injuries, and you watched over your uncle all night last night, so you should go back to the house to rest." While speaking, Wen Zhu helped Shen Zhihua into the house.

Shen Zhihua saluted He Huan and said politely: "Miss Biao, the carriage is already waiting at the second gate......

"I'm going to stay." He Huan said it categorically. "My cousin-in-law was injured because of me, and I wanted to stay and take care of him."

Hear the words. Shen Zhihua looked embarrassed. He Huan looked away, turned around and walked to the soft couch, half-kneeling on the ground, staring at Shen Jinglun's face, only to see that his brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be extremely embarrassed, but he tried his best to endure it and not let himself moan.

He Huan's fingers touched Shen Jinglun's forehead, feeling the hot fingertips, her heart pinched fiercely, and she ordered in a deep voice: "Fetch a basin of well water." ”

Wen Zhu looked at Shen Zhihua and saw Shen Zhihua nodding to himself, so he bowed down and exited the room.

"Steward Shen, what about the injury on my cousin-in-law's hand?"

Shen Zhihua replied lightly: "Miss Biao doesn't have to worry, Dr. Xiao said that it is common for people who have been injured to have a fever. ”

"Did my cousin-in-law tell you to hide it from me?" He Huan's face sank, "If I knew that he was having a fever, I would never insist on seeing him, and he would not be injured." There are many things, so that there will be no misunderstanding, and it is good for everyone. ”

"Miss Cousin, Uncle just doesn't want you to worry."

"Am I not worried when I see him like this?"

"This ......" Shen Zhihua lowered his head and groaned, and only said after a moment: "Uncle said that this time he was the one who affected Miss Cousin's family, so he ......"

"I'm asking about his injury, will he be able to write and draw in the future?"

"Dr. Xiao is not sure about this."

As soon as he heard this, He Huan's heart sank heavily. "That'...... My cousin-in-law is burning so badly now, will it be like Wenzhu said, there is a danger of his life? ”

"Actually, my uncle had a fever last night, and he should have been fine."

After a while, Dr. Xiao arrived before Wenzhu. When He Huan saw him, he hurriedly stepped aside. She knew Dr. Xiao, when she was Lin Xiyan, he checked her pulse, and Shen Jinglun trusted him very much.

Doctor Xiao wordlessly checked Shen Jinglun's pulse, checked the wound, and muttered while writing the prescription that he had already told him that he must recuperate well and not have too many mood swings.

When He Huan heard this, the guilt in her heart was even worse, and she blamed herself even more, thinking that it was her repeated questioning, which made him emotional, especially when she saw those two terrible wounds, which reminded her of the picture of him clutching the blade with both hands, dripping with blood.

Before Dr. Xiao finished writing the prescription, Wen Zhu came back with a basin of water. He Huan consulted Dr. Xiao, dipped a handkerchief in well water, wiped Shen Jinglun's forehead, and helped him reduce his fever.

The well water was cool and refreshing, and with He Huan's gentle movements, Shen Jinglun's brows stretched slightly, and a moan escaped from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, He Huan moved more and more cautiously, and his eyes did not leave him for a moment. After more than a year of marriage, she had never seen him lying so fragile in front of her. At this moment, he was lying quietly like this, like a baby who needed his mother's careful care. Her fingertips accidentally touched his cheek, and she hurriedly retracted her right hand and looked at him in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, when Wen Zhu stepped into the house with the decoction, He Huan suddenly woke up. She wanted to take the medicine bowl from Wenzhu's hand, but Wenzhu didn't let go. He turned his head to look at Shen Zhihua, and when he saw him nodding, he handed the medicine bowl to He Huan and helped Shen Jinglun up.

He Huan sat next to the soft couch, scooped up a small spoonful of decoction with a spoon, blew it carefully, and gently brought it to Shen Jinglun's lips.

Wen Zhu supported Shen Jinglun with both hands, let him lean on his shoulder, and whispered, "Uncle, drink the decoction." ”

Wen Zhu said it several times in a row, and Shen Jinglun opened his eyes in a daze, and his gaze fell on He Huan's face.

He Huan could see clearly, his eyes were not focused. But he just stared at himself in distraction. It seemed to be passing through her. Gazing at his lover.

For a moment, He Huan's nose was sour, and he choked up: "Master, drink the medicine." ”

When the white porcelain spoon touched Shen Jinglun's lips, he opened his mouth slightly, like a well-behaved child, and meekly drank the thick and bitter medicinal juice, his eyes never leaving He Huan.

He Huan hurriedly scooped a spoonful of warm water to his lips. He drank the warm water, his eyes still staring at He Huan.

This was repeated many times until he drank the medicinal juice, and Shen Jinglun's gaze did not leave He Huan for a moment, as if if he blinked his eyes, she would disappear.

After He Huan wiped Shen Jinglun's face, Wen Zhu placed him to lie down, and his bandaged hand moved and touched He Huan's skirt.

"Xiyan, don't go."

Shen Jinglun's voice was weak. It was almost inaudible, but everyone in the room could hear it clearly. Wen Zhu's eyes immediately turned red.

"Xi Yan ......" Shen Jinglun struggled to raise his injured right hand. wants to hold He Huan.

"Uncle was like this last night, calling grandma's name all the time." As he spoke, Wen Zhu turned his back and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Shen Zhihua has been standing on crutches. Seeing that Shen Jinglun was still staring at He Huan, the corners of his mouth moved, and in the end he didn't say anything, just motioned for Wen Zhu to take the medicine bowl out.

He Huan looked down at Shen Jinglun, she knew that the person Shen Jinglun saw was not her, and her heart was sour and bitter. If nothing happened, if she was still Lin Xiyan, they would be a happy couple, and she would be happy, right? At least she got everything she could have dreamed of.

"Don't go." Shen Jinglun's voice became weaker and weaker.

He Huan's tears slid down the corners of his eyes. She hurriedly wiped away her tears, half-squatted on the ground and held Shen Jinglun's wrist, and promised in a low voice: "I won't leave, you can sleep in peace, I will always be by your side." ”

Shen Jinglun smiled, looked at her and whispered: "I know that I am dreaming, I know that I am dreaming, but this is fine, this is enough......"

"Don't be cranky, take care of your injuries." He Huan let go of his wrist and wanted to help him pull the blanket, but found that he moved his body uneasily and tried to raise his right hand again. She hurriedly pressed his wrist, and he smiled like a child again.

Seeing this, He Huan's heart became more and more sour. Shen Jinglun, who was in a high fever, missed Lin Xiyan like this, but what about her?

Although he didn't want to tell her anything, but this was him, he always had his own principles, and he would never talk to others behind his back, why did she force him to answer? Who is the child in Xie Minjun's belly, does it matter? She had long believed that the child was not his, was she?

Maybe God arranged for me to be reborn just to let me see how much he loves me, right?

He Huan's tears slowly blurred his vision. How much he loved her, she should reciprocate the same love for him, but love is like hail in summer. When you expect it to come, it may just be a rainstorm falling from the sky; When you don't need it to disrupt your life, it comes at you again without giving you the slightest choice.

Probably due to the effect of the medicinal power, Shen Jinglun slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing became light and smooth. He Huan held his wrist with one hand and wiped his forehead with the other.

He Huan had to admit that Shen Jinglun was extremely handsome, he was almost thirty years old, and he was close to the age of growing hair, but looking at him up close, with fair skin and long and curly eyelashes, he looked like a beautiful boy with a weak crown. On weekdays, he has always had a cold face, probably because he was afraid that others would think he was too young, right?

In contrast, although Xie San's facial features are exquisite, there is an extra rough and heroic air on his body. Shen Jinglun takes everything to heart, even couples who have shared the same bed for more than a year don't understand his thoughts, but what about Xie San? His temper comes and goes quickly, happy, angry, angry, anxious, he is actually a simple and direct person.

How I think of him again!

He Huan secretly blamed himself, and then returned his attention to Shen Jinglun. She let go of his wrist, her fingers lightly touching the white bandage. "Your hands, you must get better, otherwise I won't be at ease in my life." She muttered to herself.

"Miss Table." Shen Zhihua called in a low voice, looking embarrassed.

"My cousin-in-law is asleep, and it's time for me to go home." He Huan stood up.

"Miss Table, that's not what I mean." Shen Zhihua explained eagerly, and whispered: "Actually, there is a reluctant invitation below. ”

"Steward Shen, please speak." He Huan looked sideways.

Shen Zhihua pondered for a moment before saying: "Since the death of the eldest grandmother, the uncle has never slept so peacefully like at this moment. I wonder if Miss Lu Daobiao can go home after the uncle's fever has subsided? After saying this, he eagerly added: "Miss Cousin, don't worry, I will personally serve you in the next place, and there will be no gossip." ”

He Huan turned his head to look at Shen Jinglun. She knew how easily he woke up, but now he slept so soundly, and even had a faint smile on his face. Did he dream of Lin Xiyan?

"Miss Biao, I won't tell you anything, before Dr. Xiao accompanied the little young master to the countryside, he said that the uncle was depressed and overly worried. This time the uncle was injured, although it was only his hands, but this is equivalent to an injury on top of an injury, plus the uncle was injured and failed to treat the wound in time, I am afraid that the injury will not be easy to heal......"

"I can stay, but can you tell me what happened ten years ago?"

In an instant, Shen Zhihua's face changed slightly, and he shook his head and said, "Why did Miss Biao suddenly talk about ten years ago. ”

He Huan said with certainty: "I already know that the master of Shui Ting is Zhao Yi, the son of the first prince......"

"Miss Table!" Shen Zhihua exclaimed, causing Shen Jinglun on the couch to frown. He hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "Miss Biao, the uncle has been back in Jizhou for ten years, and he has nothing to do with the personnel in the capital......

"Third Master Xie doesn't think so." He Huan looked at Shen Zhihua with burning eyes. In her opinion, Shen Zhihua has been by Shen Jinglun's side all his life, and he must know all the facts.

After a moment of silence, Shen Zhihua bowed his head and said, "If Miss Biao is worried about her family, I will order someone to prepare a car and send you and Young Master Biao home." The implication is that he will not exchange conditions with He Huan.

He Huan knew that he must have received Shen Jinglun's instructions, so he softened his tone and said: "If it is inconvenient for you to tell me what happened ten years ago, I will not force you, but you can at least answer me, why did you deceive my cousin when she was alive." ”

"Miss Cousin, where did you start with that?"

He Huan's words were scorching: "My cousin told me that you told her that Miss Xie and her cousin-in-law have only met twice, but as far as I know, they have met more than twice." Why did you lie to your cousin? ”

"The third meeting between Uncle and Miss Xie is not a meeting at all. Back then, the uncle sensed that something was wrong and turned back, and Miss Xie was already dead. Although the uncle has always been worried about that incident, he can't blame the uncle for this matter at all-" Shen Zhihua stopped abruptly, looked at He Huan in dismay, and pleaded in a low voice: "I don't know where Miss Lu Daobiao learned about these things, but I beg you, for the sake of the uncle who was injured to save you, please don't mention Miss Xie in front of the uncle." (To be continued......)