Mirror City, Danfu.

It rained a little last night, and it was not yet dark, and as soon as I opened the door, it was clammy and cold.

In the wing room of the east courtyard, a young girl walked out, with a bamboo-blue shirt and a torn skirt of jade and crow blue (1), and her hair was only held in a simple bun with a simple silver hairpin. has a beautiful face, but with some cold air and perseverance, she doesn't look like a woman in the boudoir.

Tan Yushen walked briskly through the courtyard and the cloister, his steps steady.

There is a hut next to the stove, which is used to store medicinal materials and utensils, and a shed is built against the hut, which is a special place for boiling medicine.

After wrapping her sleeves around her arms and tying them, the eldest lady of the Tan family's golden lady took out a packet of herbs prepared last night and soaked them in water. I went to the stove room to burn a stove, boiled a pot of millet porridge, and watched the color turn to a low fire. Only then did he go out and neatly set the medicine stove on fire, boiling the medicine that had already been brewed.

As soon as the day was bright, the cook who was making breakfast got up and walked to the stove room, and Tan Yushen was already carrying the boiled millet porridge, decoction, and a plate of steamed yam cakes to the side compartment of the east.

"Squeak" pushed open the door, and the people on the couch had already woken up, looking at Tan Yushen, with some glimmers in their eyes.

It was a thin young man, born clean and clean, but his face was too pale, and he was full of a sickly air that was about to end.

This is Shang Yunqian.

"You're here."

Tan Yushen said "um" gently, and the frost on his face melted, turning into a common shyness among women of the same age, "I'm here." ”

Tan Yushen helped Shang Yunqian to sit up, and carefully brought a big coat to drape on his shoulders.

Shang Yun drank the medicine in one breath, and his brows did not wrinkle, "This medicine is getting more and more bitter." ”

"In a few days, when you are well, I will take you out to eat delicious food," Tan Yu took a quick pinch of yam cake and fed it to him, "The doctor said, as long as you recuperate, you will get better soon." ”

"Well," Shang Yun curled the corners of his lips, "listen to you." ”

Tan Yu smiled deeply: "That's okay, when you're well, we'll go out to play." ”

I ate a few more bites of millet porridge and half a yam cake, but I couldn't eat anymore, but compared with the previous days, it was much better.

Tan Yushen put the dishes and spoons in the lacquer plate, and said softly: "Then you are so resting, when the day is released, go to the yard to take a walk and bask in the sun." And as soon as he turned around, a drop of crystal fell into the medicine bowl.

After leaving the east courtyard, Tan Yushen finally couldn't help but squat down against the wall, the lacquer plate fell to the ground, and millet porridge and yam cake were spilled.

Tan Yushen buried his head in the crook of his arm, crying silently, choking until his chest was threw, and he was a little out of breath.

Shang Yunqian is dying, she knows. In fact, these drugs have no effect, but they can still hang their lives and make people live for a few more days. But it's good to live one more day.

Shang Yunqian breathed a little weakly, shaking the back of his hand to try not to cough, he was afraid that Tan Yushen had not gone far.

But his senses have almost degenerated, and he can't drink the medicine whether it is bitter or not. The blood on the back of the hand oozed down the tooth marks, and I didn't feel the pain.

Shang Yunqian finally coughed violently, coughing and coughing, and tears came out of his eyes.

He knew he wouldn't live long. He had been suffering from insufficient urination since he was a child, and then he became seriously ill, and he couldn't cure the root cause. Since the beginning of winter last year, it has been very difficult.

When a person is about to die, he is very sensitive, and he can probably sense that his life is almost at the end of his life.

But he wanted to last as long as possible, and there were still ten days before Tan Yushen's eighteenth birthday, and his Yushen wanted him to spend this birthday with him.

It's hard to hold on, and when you feel like you're about to be able to hold on, you can boil it slowly, day by day, hour by hour, incense by incense. I really can't do it, so I just boil it one breath at a time.

He thought that he would get through it.

When he dies, Yushen can marry well. That person is a member of the royal family, and I heard that his appearance and conduct are excellent, so he will be a good husband.

......

"Yushen."

When Tan Yushen was packing up the medicine utensils, a voice suddenly sounded behind her, startling her to break a medicine bowl.

"Daddy—"

Tan Youxiang stood with his hands in his hands, his sideburns were already gray, and his eyebrows were full of tiredness.

"Yushen, you're almost eighteen. That Shang Yunqian, you still don't want to see it. ”

Tan Yu said expressionlessly: "Isn't it not full yet?" When King Ning's Mansion sends a dowry gift, it's not too late for you to talk about this. ”

"You-" Tan Youxiang raised his hand and pointed at her, so angry that his chest ached, "You naturally know that you have a marriage contract, so you shouldn't be so close to him again!" ”

"It's just a marriage contract, and it's not a big deal. Dad, what are you anxious about. ”

"That's His Majesty's holy decree, so it doesn't matter!"

Tan Yu squatted down and carefully cleaned up the porcelain pieces on the ground, "No, that's the holy decree that you worked so hard to get, so it's naturally important." It doesn't matter to my daughter, it doesn't matter if I have a life's events, what am I alone? It's just a stepping stone on your career. Marry me to Ning Wangfu, and you can deal with that old fox Lan Shi'an, right? ”

"You ......" Tan Youxiang was so angry that he didn't know what to say for a long time, "How did you say such a rebellious thing!" ”

"What," Tan Yushen said indifferently, "Is it my daughter who said it wrong?" Have you considered me? Or do you think that the daughter you married with a shy face can be treated by others. ”

"Rebel—"

As soon as Tan Yushen packed up and stood up, he saw Tan Youxiang waving his sleeves and making a gesture to hit her, but that hand was still in mid-air.

Tan Yushen didn't blink his eyes, "Can't you do it?" ”

Tan Youxiang's eyes were still a little unbearable, "You should be sensible." If this spreads, how do you want others to think of my Tan family and how they see you. ”

"How you see you is real, I don't care what others think of me, and you don't care about that. Isn't it? ”

The slap still went down, Tan Yushen's body tilted, and he immediately stood still, still expressionless, his eyes like stagnant water.

The broken porcelain piece cut through the palm, and there was already a thick layer of calluses on the hands of the perennial sword practice, and it was still so easy to be scratched.

Tan Youxiang said angrily: "Isn't it just for a sick seedling who doesn't live long? Believe it or not, I'm going to kill him. ”

Tan Yushen's eyes were filled with tears, and his tone became intense, "You don't have to remind me that he won't live long!" Don't you always want him to die, I tell you, he will die soon—but if he dies not of illness, but by your hands, I will kill Tan Yushen! You know, I mean what I say. ”

This sentence was said extremely firmly, Tan Youxiang looked at his daughter in disbelief, and finally shook his head and left with a sigh.