The rich curtain of the honey-colored embroidered jade hall hangs deeply, and the April breeze and sun are still beautiful in the world outside the window, but the oil lamp is lit in the western room.

The British Duke stood aside with his hands on his face, frowning slightly. Duchess Ning sat on the rose chair, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her tears, while her second daughter-in-law Cui Shi stood beside her and stroked her back.

There was still a maid and a woman standing below, all of them quiet, and no one made a sound.

Everyone looked nervously at Lang Zhong who was checking the pulse by the bedside. Na Langzhong asked the maid beside him a few more words, and then turned around and nodded to the British duke.

The British Duke raised his hand and invited Lang Zhong to speak in the Ming Hall, and everyone got up and followed outside.

After sitting down, Lang Zhong opened the medicine box first, took out the plain paper and wrote two prescriptions, and handed them to the medicine boy beside him, who saluted and went to grab the medicine with the housekeeper.

At this time, the maids served tea, and the British princess asked, "Du Langzhong, how is my granddaughter?" ”

Du Langzhong bowed slightly, "Returning to China, Miss Ji's leg injury is slowly recovering, but she has been suffering from a high fever, I wrote two prescriptions, one for daily use, and the other for decoction when I have a fever." ”

Duchess Ning asked on the side: "I don't know, but what else should I pay attention to?" ”

"There are a few points that need to be careful, Miss Ji is now hot, burning inside and outside, she should take some warm water diligently, wipe her body more to cool down. There is another point that needs to be paid special attention to, now Miss Ji can no longer blow the wind and get cold, but she can't cover her injured leg anymore, and she can disassemble the outermost gauze to ventilate if necessary. Doctor Du said to Ning.

Dr. Du is a well-known traumatic saint in Beijing, in addition to his medical skills, it is because when he treats diseases, he will often explain the severity of the disease.

When he saw that the British duke and his wife were sad, he said: "Grandpa Guo and Duchess Guo, Miss Ji's leg injury is only an external injury, not to the point of hurting the muscles and bones." The reason why I haven't woken up now is also caused by the fright when I fell off the horse. When the temperature drops, it will be fine when you wake up. ”

The British couple thanked Du Langzhong again and again, and then they were personally sent out by the chief housekeeper of the Guogong Mansion.

Several people went into the second room to look at Ji Zhun, who was still lying on the Qiangong bed with his eyes closed.

Ning carefully instructed the maids and ladies who were waiting in the house, and asked someone to move the small pottery stove and medicine jar to the west room, where they would decoct the medicine, and they were not allowed to leave anyone for a moment.

The maids and women should all be down, and they are all cautious.

Cui Shi had been supporting Ning Shi by the side, and seeing that her expression was not good, he said, "Mother, why don't you go back and rest for a while, there is a daughter-in-law to take care of here." ”

Since Ji Zhun was sick, the Ning family came to Tianxing Courtyard from time to time to guard, and he was really tired, so he helped Cui's hand and said, "Alas, it's okay." But I see that you are also blue now, and you have been working a lot lately, so go back to the hospital to rest and rest. ”

"My mother who is fine."

Ning waved his hand, "Although I hope that Sister Heng'er will recover, this is also not in a hurry, and it is not conducive to her recuperation here." Sister Heng Erji has her own natural appearance, let's go. ”

Seeing that his mother had said this, Cui had no choice but to leave with Ning's as he said.

Ji Zhun was lying between the green futon of Guizi, his brows tightly locked. She remembered the heavy snowfall, and her body began to shiver with cold again. After a while, she felt a burning burn on her body, and she couldn't help but move her limbs, trying to find some cool place.

As soon as she moved, her left leg was painful, and she suddenly woke up from severe pain.

She couldn't help but open her mouth to exhale in pain, but the sound she could make was indeed hoarse and broken. The sick maid by the bedside heard it, and hurriedly lifted the corner of the bed curtain to check.

At first glance, he exclaimed again and again, "Small! Miss is awake! Don't move, miss, don't move, someone! ”

Then there was a lot of panic, and Ji Zhun drank most of the bowl of bitter decoction under the service of the maid, and then fell asleep again.

In the following days, Ji Zhun spent the next few days drinking medicine, drinking porridge, and sleeping.

It was a good day.

Under the red lacquer columns, Ji Zhun sat on top of the layers of brocade mattresses, hugging the white fox fur cloak and enjoying the spring light.

During the month she was recuperating, she was clearly aware that she had been born again.

At the same time, under the narration of several big girls, I remembered the reason for her injury.

It was the spring of the twenty-third year of Zhenjing, and when Emperor Jing was still in power, she and the second young master of the He Taishi family fought endlessly over a deerskin wine bag instudded with rubies.

The other little boys who watched the excitement coaxed and said that the two would have a competition, and whoever won would be whom.

At that time, Ji Zhun said arrogantly how to bet on Ren He Er, and she did not refuse, but she didn't expect He Er to say that she wanted to compete with her in the western suburbs.

Although Ji Zhun can ride a horse, she can't ride a horse, and she doesn't want to lose face, so she went to the competition, and as a result, she fell off the horse.

This year, she was fourteen years old, and in her previous life, those conspiracies and calculations began.

She looked at the plane tree in the courtyard, which had already sprouted new leaves, and everything here was still as she remembered.

She turned her head and looked at the girl sitting on the small pestle next to her, it was the person who fed her medicine that day, the big girl in her previous life.

Qiyun is fourteen or fifteen years old, with a round face and a pair of eyes that are always happy. Now I'm taking a basket and doing needlework on the side.

The sun shone on her face, soft and beautiful.

Ji Zhun's memories came flooding back.

Ji Zhun still remembers that before she and Duan Hongqing got married, she pointed out the urging of Yun to a steward in the outer courtyard to do a small job. The last time I saw Qiyun was three months after she married Duan Hongqing.

On that day, Qiyun came to see her, wearing an indigo blue jacket, and the skirt was also the same color underneath. Ke Qiyun is the least fond of these dark clothes.

At that time, Qiyun's face was sallow, and there were faint bruises under her eyes, so he took her hand and asked her if she was doing well. Ji Zhun only felt that Qiyun's hand was no longer as soft as before, so he held her hand so tightly, rubbing her flesh painfully.

She asked the new maid Baoying to wrap thirty taels of silver for Qiyun and sent her away.

Now that I see my old friend, the years are still quiet.

Lunch.

Dr. Du came to see her again and told her that she still needed to avoid eating, but she could move around more. Her leg injury was not very serious, and lying down for a long time was not conducive to recovery.

These days, Ji Zhun is really tired of staying in his own Tianxing Courtyard. Dr. Du's words made her feel like she had been pardoned.

Simply ordered Yun Zhaoyue to change her dress for her early in the morning, supported the battle, and was followed by a group of maids and maids out of the courtyard.

She wandered around the Guogong Mansion aimlessly, and she was also recovering from a long illness, stopping and stopping along the way.

The Guogong Mansion in her memory is just a ruined wall, and when she revisits it today, it is really like a world away, with flowers and grass, and everyone and everything is still born there. It's just her who has changed.

Ji Zhun was a little homesick, the longing was so strong, so strong that she was clearly standing at home at the moment, and her eyes still couldn't stop being sour.

She misses her parents.

Speaking of which, she hadn't seen her parents for too many years, and her thoughts came flooding back, so she simply took someone and walked straight to the Tinglan Pavilion where her parents lived.

When Ji Zhun arrived at the Tinglan Pavilion, the courtyard gate of the Tinglan Pavilion was open, and there were a few little maids pruning flowers and branches, and some servants were wiping the window lattices.

Seeing Ji Zhun coming, they all saluted her, Ji Zhun walked along the corridor to the backyard, and as soon as he arrived at the corner, Ji Zhun saw two mothers-in-law taking out the bedding to dry, and another housekeeper's mother in an autumn-colored gown commanded a few maids and servants to count the warehouse.

There was also a person dressed as a housekeeper mother on the side, sitting under a flower tree with the soles of his shoes.

When the housekeeper's mother, who was wearing an autumn-colored gown, saw it, she said, "Mother Yao, I see that you often make these things for the young lady." ”

The person called Yao's mother smiled, "Since I met Miss, Miss is that kind of lively temperament, and she changes her shoes frequently, and when others make the soles thicker, she beats her feet, and Miss is not used to wearing them." After speaking, he sighed again, lowered his head, and his eyelids were red, "Miss fell off the horse, and I don't know if there is anything good now." ”

The housekeeper's mother couldn't help but be moved when she saw it, "Miss, she has her own natural appearance, don't be too sad." When the young lady is ready, you should also take these shoes to the young lady, I see that you have made them every year, but you have never given away a single pair. ”

At this time, Ji Zhun also walked out of the corner, startled several people in the courtyard, and hurriedly came over to ask Ji Zhun for peace.

Ji Zhun waved his hand and signaled everyone to go to their respective homes, leaving only the two housekeepers to ask.

The two hurriedly led Ji Zhun to the bright room of the main house, and after Ji Zhun sat down, another little maid offered jasmine slices.

Ji Zhun didn't like the taste of the slices very much, so he only took a shallow sip to moisten his throat.

The housekeeper's mother, who was wearing an autumn-colored gown, took advantage of Ji Zhun's tea time to briefly introduce herself, this housekeeper's mother's surname is Zhuang, and Ji Zhun's mother stayed at home to take care of the courtyard.

After she said this, Ji Zhun also remembered that this Zhuang mother was indeed an old man by Xue's side, when her father took her mother to travel around, this Zhuang mother took the initiative to stay in the house because of her fat figure and inconvenience for a long time. Now that the Tinglan Pavilion has also been cleaned up properly, it seems that this Zhuang mother is quite conscientious.

And another Yao's mother, Ji Zhun, knew her, speaking of which, Yao's mother should have been the housekeeper mother in her own hospital.

Two years ago, Ji Zhun always liked to sneak out of the house, and Yao's mother, as Ji Zhun's housekeeper mother, persuaded her many times, but Ji Zhun not only didn't listen, but also intensified.

Yao's mother had no choice, so she returned the matter to the Ning family. Ji Zhun was called by his grandmother to reprimand her, and she was punished for copying Buddhist scriptures for seven days.

Ji Zhun held a grudge against Yao's mother for this, and changed his way to find trouble with Yao's mother, and later found a reason, so he sent Yao's mother to Tinglan Pavilion.

Ji Zhun looked at Yao's mother quietly, Yao's mother was wearing a half-new jacket, and the patterns were all the old styles from previous years, and she wore a dark skirt underneath. With his head down, there are many fine lines at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and he is thinner than Ji Zhun remembers.

Standing there with his chest slightly in his mouth, he didn't seem very energetic. Come to think of it, this Tinglan Pavilion is half an idle courtyard, and there is a Zhuang mother in charge, Yao's mother is dialed, it will be more or less awkward, although Zhuang is a good person, but I am afraid that I am sad, and my life is also difficult.

Ji Zhun couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, look, what happened to those who were really good for her.

She looked at Ming Jian for a while, and praised Zhuang's mother for her ability, and Tinglan Pavilion was thanks to Zhuang's mother for taking care of her. He also attracted the cloud behind him, and rewarded Zhuang's mother with a bag of silver nudes, "Mom and the maids and ladies in the Tinglan Pavilion will take it for a good meal." ”

Zhuang's mother first refused, and Qiyun said with a smile, "Mom, take it, this is also the kindness of the young lady." ”

Mother Zhuang smiled and couldn't see her eyes, and accepted it with a thousand thanks, in fact, the old lady has not been in the Guogong Mansion for a few years, and it is really difficult for them. Although the second wife is not a person who favors one over the other, but there are so many people in the house, it is inevitable that there will be some careful thinking, either short of this or missing of that, and it is inevitable that she will have to pay for the monthly silver to fill it.