Song Zixun came quickly and urgently.

A gust of cold air poured into the house...... Song Zi strode forward and took her into his arms, "Rong'er ......" he hugged her tightly, as if he was holding some priceless treasure, his thin lips kept kissing and comforting her slightly cool forehead, "It's all over...... It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up. ”

Du Rongzhi quietly let him hold him in his arms, did not speak, did not move, and even his eyes were blank.

Song Zixun was still immersed in the joy of being lost and regained, and he didn't notice the strangeness of the person in his arms at all, his big palm rubbed and rubbed repeatedly on Du Rongzhi's slender arm, as if only in this way could he vent his anxiety and fear for many days, and let him really feel that she was really alive.

Mama An, who had been asleep, also rushed over when she heard the news, and when she saw this, she had to wipe her tears while thanking the gods and Buddhas again. Qinghe stood on the side, looking up at Du Rongzhi in Song Zixun's arms with a worried face. I saw that she was always quietly being held by Song Zi, as if she couldn't hear the joy outside at all.

After a while, the girls brought all kinds of porridge and side dishes.

Mama An hurriedly stepped forward and chose a bowl of thickly boiled millet porridge from it, seeing that Song Zixun hadn't let go of Du Rongzhi's meaning, she had to remind in a low voice, "Young Master, the young lady hasn't eaten much in the past few days, do you see if you let the slave ...... first?"

Song Zixun couldn't help but take the small bowl from her hand, "I'll come." ”

Mama An was stunned for a moment, and retreated to the side with relief.

In the past few days, when Du Rongzhi was in a coma, Song Zixun fed her medicine, and it was easy to do it again at this time. He scooped a spoonful of porridge and blew it carefully, feeling that it was not too hot, so he carefully sent it to Du Rongzhi's mouth.

Du Rongzhi watched Song Zixun's every move expressionlessly, but when the spoon was about to be fed into her mouth, she turned her face to the side.

The spoon rubbed against her cheek...... Song Zixun's hand stopped in the air in embarrassment.

The gentle, doting and pitying look on his face froze suddenly, and then slowly subsided.

Qinghe was shocked when she saw it, and was about to step forward but was held down by Yuan Yuan beside her, but Mama An's mind turned very quickly, and she smiled and said, "It's good that the slaves and maids come to this kind of thing, don't dare to bother the eldest young master to do it." As he spoke, he quietly took the spoon and bowl in Song Zixun's hand.

Song Zi looked at Du Rongzhi with deep eyes.

Because of excessive blood loss, and after a few days of coma, her face was gray and pale, and her palm-sized face was so thin that she had lost her face, and her bright eyes, even if she didn't smile, seemed to have a three-point smile, just staring at the melon pattern on the quilt hollowly, and she didn't even look at him.

Song Zixun felt a pain in his heart, nodded without waves on his face, and said, "It's okay." With that, he gave up his place and sat back on the pestle beside the bed.

Mama An couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stirred the spoon in the bowl a few times, and the room suddenly wafted with a unique fragrance of millet porridge.

"This porridge is the best way to regulate qi and blood and open the stomach...... Best for you to eat right now. Mama An said softly like coaxing a child, "The young lady ate obediently...... The body will be well soon. ”

Du Rongzhi's gaze slowly turned to her, and she looked at her for a while before slowly opening her mouth.

Mama An's nose was sour, and she barely showed a happy smile, and fed Du Rongzhi a small bite.

A bowl of porridge quickly came to an end under her careful service, and Mama An saw that Du Rongzhi's appetite was acceptable, and she felt a little relieved in her heart, "Young lady is full?" Do you want to use some more? ”

Du Rongzhi shook her head slightly.

Mama An took a handkerchief to help her wipe the corners of her mouth, and asked the girl to bring water to rinse her mouth.

Throughout the whole process, Song Zixun's eyes were always wrong and stared at Du Rongzhi.

Mama An could also see the dark tide surging between the two, so she had to smile and say to Song Zixun, "The young lady just woke up, and people are afraid that they are still a little confused...... It's late at night now, why don't you go back and rest first, and come back in the morning when the young lady is in good spirits, do you think it's okay? ”

Song Zixun's gaze still didn't leave her face, and only after a while did he bow his head slightly, and said to Du Rongzhi, "Then you have a good rest first, and I will come to see you tomorrow." With that, he leaned down and wanted to pull the quilt on her body.

"Not anymore." Du Rongzhi suddenly opened her mouth and said in a dumb voice.

This was the first thing she said after Song Zixun came in, and his hand holding the corner stiffened slightly, and slowly raised his head.

Du Rongzhi also looked at him.

Her face was as weak and obedient as before, but he could clearly see that something in it was completely different from before.

"You won't use it anymore." Du Rongzhi looked straight at him, her eyes were indifferent as if she was looking at a stranger, but she was unprecedentedly firm and determined.

"Because I don't want to see you again."

"Young lady!" Mama An and the others were so frightened that their expressions changed greatly, and they couldn't help shouting.

Song Zixun pursed his lips, and pinched the quilt with both hands, because he was too hard, the green tendons on the back of his hands protruded.

"Big young master!" Mama An hurriedly knelt on the ground, "The young lady has just lost her child, and she will not choose to say anything when she is too sad...... These, these are not her sincere words, don't be angry with her! ”

Song Zixun turned a deaf ear and stared at Du Rongzhi. The two of them were in a stalemate, and the girl in the room was already kneeling on the ground.

I don't know how long it took...... His tense hands finally let go.

"I know you're still mad at me about that day," he took a deep breath, "but I couldn't help myself. All the testimony is against you, and the elders are even more outraged...... Even if I intercede for you, it won't help at all. ”

He looked at Du Rongzhi's dark eyes seriously, "The child is gone, and I feel as uncomfortable as you...... Because of the dereliction of duty, the grandmother who guarded the Buddhist hall has been sold off at a low price...... "He said, suddenly stepped forward and hugged her weak body hard, and said in a dumb voice, "Rong'er, take care of your body, we will have children in the future...... We are so young, and there will be many children in the future...... Believe me. ”

The force of his hand was so great that he wanted to rub her into his body. Du Rongzhi was bound by him to the bitterness, but the pain was far less than one ten-thousandth of her heart......

She listened in a trance, and somehow the scene before she fell unconscious came to her eyes—a steady stream of blood gushing from under her, and she fell to the ground convulsing and moaning in despair......

Song Zixun's voice drifted farther and farther away......

Du Rongzhi finally fell asleep in his arms.

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I saw that I've been asking for updates recently.,Actually, I said it in the post before.,Now I'll reply to it in a unified way.,Because I've been outside around the New Year.,There's no time to code words.,The manuscript has also run out.,So at this stage, it's really impossible to double change.,Everyone's forgiveness.。

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