"Ahem...... Ahem......"

The study was filled with a faint fragrance of medicine, and Changwang was looking back at Du Rongzhi's whereabouts one by one, "In the afternoon, the young lady went to Jinghuiyuan to greet the old lady, and stayed in it for most of the hour......"

Song Zixun picked up the medicine bowl and paused, "Do you know what they said?" ”

Changwang shook his head and said in a low voice, "The old lady invited the young lady to go to the yard to enjoy the flowers, except for Mama Ning and Qinghe, she didn't ask anyone else to follow......" He paused, "I just heard that the young lady's eyes were a little red when she came out, and she hasn't been out of the room since she came back to see Miss Sun." m.”

Song Zixun pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then drank the medicine in one gulp.

Seeing this, the girl hurriedly presented the candied fruit, he only waved his hand with a cold face, "Got it...... Let's go down. ”

Changwang hurriedly answered yes, bowed his head and withdrew.

He was soon left alone in the study.

Song Zixun stood silently in front of the window for a while, then turned around and walked out of the room.

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Xu is because the hostess is not in good health, and Fengqing Courtyard is also exceptionally quiet during these days. The little girl guarding the door was also a little sleepy at this time, and was leaning against the wall to take a nap, when she suddenly saw Song Zixun coming from outside, the two of them hurriedly stood up straight, and when he arrived, she saluted respectfully, "Please be safe, young master." ”

Song Zixun glanced at the lit room and said lightly, "What is the young lady doing now?" ”

The little girl hurriedly said, "The young lady went out this afternoon, maybe she was tired, she had just taken a shower and rested, and Sister Qinghe was waiting inside." As he spoke, he hurriedly stepped forward and lifted the curtain for him.

Song Zixun nodded and walked in.

The incense burner was full of green smoke, full of the tranquil smell of soothing incense...... Qinghe was sitting under the lamp, skillfully threading the needle and thread.

Seeing him come in, the latter was stunned for a moment, hurriedly put down the work in his hand, leaned over and saluted, "The slave maid asks for peace for the eldest young master......

Song Zixun hummed expressionlessly, "The young lady is asleep?" ”

"Yes." Qinghe glanced at the bed and said in a low voice, "It's easy to fall asleep." ”

Song Zixun bowed slightly, walked to the bed, and gently opened the bed tent.

The woman closed her eyes calmly, and her body was tightly wrapped in a red silk quilt, and the bright color made her little face as white as snow.

Song Zixun watched quietly for a while, a few wisps of tenderness appeared in her eyes, and she was stretching out her hand to help her put together the green silk scattered on the pillow, but she didn't know what she suddenly thought of, and she took it back gloomily.

It was only after a while that he put down the bed tent.

Qinghe was still guarding vigilantly beside him.

Song Zixun glanced at her coldly, "How is the young lady feeling today?" ”

"Good." Qinghe replied in a low voice, "The young lady has been in a peaceful mood these days, arranging flowers and reading every day, and when the weather is good, she will take Miss Sun out to bask in the sun...... And they used to be much more cheerful. ”

Song Zixun pursed his lips and nodded, and picked up the book that Du Rongzhi put on the desk, which is a travelogue introducing the customs and customs of the northern corner.

While looking down, he asked casually, "I heard that she went to Jinghuiyuan today?" ”

Qinghe's heart was stunned, and he said truthfully, "Yes." ”

Song Zixun raised his head, "Why did the young lady suddenly want to go and greet the old lady today?" But what's the matter? ”

Qinghe pursed her lips and took out the words that had been prepared a long time ago: "The young lady planted a vase of flowers in the afternoon, and I liked it very much, so I wanted to give it to the old lady to enjoy." ”

Song Zixun's deep eyes stared at her, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? That's all? ”

Qinghe nodded honestly, "Yes...... The old lady praised the young lady's beautiful flower arrangement, and asked the young lady to accompany her to the yard to see the two pots of green peonies newly sent by the second master, about ......" she thought about it seriously, "and stayed for more than half an hour." ”

Song Zixun saw that Qinghe's face was calm, and his answer was like a stream, not like something was wrong, his heart was also relaxed, he thought about it, and asked again, "What else did the old lady say?" He paused, "Do you have anything serious to say to the young lady?" ”

Qinghe's expression darkened, and he hesitated for a while, "Old lady...... is a little dissatisfied with the young lady's performance these days...... However, "

"Ahem"

Before Qinghe finished speaking, Song Zixun suddenly felt a tingling in his throat, and then coughed irrepressibly.

He subconsciously glanced at the side of the bed, and hurriedly clenched his fist against his lips, but instead of alleviating the discomfort in his throat, it became more and more uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Qinghe was about to pour water for Song Zixun, but she heard a burst of Du Rongzhi turning over uncomfortably from the bed, and let out a confused mutter from her small mouth.

Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and before she could pick up the teacup, she saw Song Zixun pressing a handkerchief on her mouth, waving her hand, and turning around and walking out.

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The cough is getting farther and farther away......

Qinghe stood by the window and looked out, and Song Zixun's tall and thin figure finally disappeared into the thick night.

I didn't think it before, but looking at it today, it seems that the master has lost a lot of money this time......

Qinghe was thinking wildly, when he heard a soft sound on the bed again

Qinghe walked to the bed and said softly, "Young lady, the master is gone." ”

The bed tent was pulled open from the inside, revealing the woman's slender and delicate figure.

Qinghe stepped forward and picked up the tent and hooked it with a jade hook.

"He seems to be ...... The cough is not light. Qinghe said in a low voice.

Du Rongzhi sighed softly, hugged the quilt against the head of the bed, and didn't say anything.

Qinghe didn't dare to say anything more when she saw this, and hurriedly picked up her clothes to put them on Du Rongzhi, but heard her ask softly, "He...... Was it like this before? ”

Qinghe was stunned, and didn't react to what Du Rongzhi asked for a while. After pondering, he replied in a low voice, "You were in a bad mood for a while, and you couldn't help but be irritable and angry every time your master was there...... He used to wait until nightfall, when you were asleep, to come and see ......."

Seeing that Du Rongzhi lowered her eyes and was silent, Qinghe said softly, "Didn't you say that the old lady would soon agree to let you go to Beizhuang?" If so," she paused, and said cautiously, "the parting is imminent, won't the young lady say a few words of goodbye to the master?" ”

Du Rongzhi pursed her lips, and looked blankly at the light smoke rising from the incense burner on the case, like two butterflies flying with wings, entangled and flying...... Eventually, they all disappeared.

She did have many things to say to him, the sad, the painful, the desperate, the things that hovered in her heart day and night, and made her unable to redeem or liberate...... But when it really came to his mouth, he suddenly found that the two of them had nothing to say.

"So be it." After a long time, Qinghe heard Du Rongzhi say in a hoarse voice.