After Christmas, Yi Qiwanxi's life seems to be no different from before. Yi Qi Wanxi still takes medicine and reads books every day, and listens to Cuizhu say some interesting things from time to time.

It's just that Cuizhu said that Yi Qi Wanxi doesn't look much the same as before. But I can't tell what is different.

Yi Qi thought of the lingering Christmas Eve, but just smiled lightly and did not speak.

Yi Qi Wanxi just has a dry cough every day, and in the past few days, for some reason, she feels a sore shoulder.

Cuizhu said that she was afraid that she was overworked, so she should pay attention to rest.

Yi Qi Wanxi thought that she should sit for too long every day, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Cuizhu said to Yi Qi Wanxi that the marriage of the fourth lady was scheduled for the eighth day of the lunar month.

Yi Qi drank the medicine and did not answer. I felt inexplicably uneasy and inexplicably relieved.

On Xiao Han's day, Yi Qi Wanxi suddenly coughed up blood. I invited a doctor to take a look, but it was tuberculosis.

Cuizhu cried uncomfortably in front of Yi Qiwanxi's bed.

Yi Qi Mingzhi only frowned, he didn't even have the heart to punish the doctor, and he couldn't help but care about Yi Qi Wanxi.

Yi Qi Wanxi didn't feel anything, and she didn't understand why they were so worried about themselves. In fact, it's just death, so what's there to fear.

"Daddy, it's just that the daughter is not filial, and she can't serve her father in the future." Yi Qi smiled indifferently, "I just hope that I can watch the vines get married, and my daughter will have no regrets in this life." ”

Yi Qi Mingzhi took a few lucks, and Yi Qi Mancao's marriage went on as usual, saying that he would see if he could give Yi Qi Wanxi joy.

At the end of winter, the north wind is a little more arrogant, and the winter snow is a little colder.

Yi Qi sat in front of the window and watched Cuizhu take a broom and sweep the snow in the yard. Suddenly, my heart hurt, my nose was sore, and tears flowed down.

At dinner in the evening, Yi Qi Wanxi said to Cuizhu: "I think the snow in the courtyard is quite beautiful, but it is too depressed if it is swept away." ”

Cuizhu understood, and opened her voice with some hesitation: "Then, the slave will not sweep in the future." ”

On the first day of December, Yi Qiqian and Bai Qi returned to the house and learned of Yi Qi Wanxi's illness, so they went to Yi Qi Wanxi's boudoir to see her.

Looking at Yi Qiwanxi, who was thin and bloodless, Yi Qiqian's eyes under his snow-white long eyebrows suddenly turned red: "What a sin." ”

Yi Qi Wanxi didn't know what Yi Qiqian meant, but she didn't answer.

After Yi Qiqian and the others left, Yi Qiwan asked Cui Zhu: "Grandpa looks ......"

Cuizhu's eyes were a little sad, and she said, "More than 20 years ago, the old lady also died of tuberculosis. ”

"Old lady?" Yi Qi Wanxi frowned slightly.

Cuizhu stopped talking, and raised her hand to wipe her tears.

Looking at Cuizhu, Yi Qi Wanxi thought of going to sweep the tomb during Qingming when she was a child, and she would be curious about the "umna (grandma)" in the mouth of the elders that she had never seen. Suddenly, Yi Qiwan understood why Yi Qiqian looked like that, and why his family was so sad.

Yi Qi Wanxi suddenly felt a trace of guilt in her heart, but she didn't understand the source of that guilt.

Yi Qi Wanxi sat in the house every day, and from time to time I heard Cuizhu say that Yi Qi's mansion was festive, with red silk everywhere.

In fact, even if Cui Zhu doesn't say it, Yi Qi Wanxi can imagine it. After all, even her boudoir was hung with red silk.

On the day, not long after Cuizhu went out, Yi Qi Mancao arrived at Yi Qi's boudoir.

I haven't seen it for a while, and the changes in Yiqi vine grass are still very great. She wore a concubine-colored skirt, and her fair face was even more clean and ruddy after the twisted face. Her hair was coiled back and she looked less immature than she had been.

At first glance, Yi Qi Wanxi didn't recognize the vines in front of her. After recognizing her, he smiled and said, "It's like a young grandmother." ”

Yi Qi Mancao smiled a little shyly and lowered her head slightly.

Then, Yi Qi Wanxi welcomed Yi Qi Mancao into the house, poured a cup of tea for her, sat beside her, and asked softly, "Why are you here?" ”

Yi Qi Mancao didn't answer Yi Qi Wanxi's question, and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Yi Qi Wanxi was slightly stunned, then looked at her with a light smile, her tone was still soft, and asked, "Why do you apologize?" ”

"It's all my fault." There were a lot of tears in Yi Qi Mancao's eyes, "It's all because of me, the third sister ......"

"It has nothing to do with you." There was another itching pain in her throat, Yi Qi Wanxi covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and coughed lightly, "It's fate." ”

"It's me who is too willful, it's me who is too ignorant," said the vine in front ......of him, tears falling unconsciously.

Yi Qi looked at her with a smile, with a little relief in her smile, and said: "Don't cry, they are all girls who are going to get married, crying and crying can make people laugh." ”

Hearing this, Yi Qi Mancao burst into tears and laughed, and said, "The third sister won't laugh at me." ”

Yi Qi Wanxi still smiled lightly, and asked with a straight face: "Are you satisfied with your husband-to-be?" ”

"It's good." Yi Qi Mancao said, raising his hand to wipe the tears from his face.

"Yiyun has served you since childhood, she said yes, that's definitely good." Yi Qi said gracefully, pouring a cup of tea for herself, "It's good that she's by your side, and she won't let you be wronged." ”

"The third sister should have ......," Yi Qi Mancao wanted to speak and stopped.

Yi Qi Wanxi didn't know what Yi Qi Mancao wanted to say, but she didn't ask. If Yi Qi Mancao wants to say it, he will say it, and he doesn't need to ask himself. If she doesn't want to say, I'm afraid it will embarrass her if she asks.

"I was reluctant." Yi Qi Mancao lifted the lid of the teacup and gently rubbed it back and forth on the mouth of the teacup, "But I hope the third sister's body can get better." ”

"Huh?" Yi Qi Wanxi looked at Yi Qi vine grass in some surprise.

"The third sister will get better, right?" Yi Qi Mancao was a little nervous and held Yi Qi Wanxi's right hand on the edge of the table.

Yi Qi Wanxi was stunned for a moment, then raised her left hand, straightened the hair on the sideburns of Yi Qi's vines, lowered her eyes to look at her, and said with a smile: "Yes." ”

Hearing this, Yi Qi Mancao smiled and said, "I will wear the wedding dress that the third sister made for me." After a pause, he said, "Then, on the day I get married, the third sister must be by my side." ”

"Okay." Yi Qi opened her voice a little weakly, her tone was soft, full of doting.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, the sky is rarely clear. Everyone said it was a godsend.

Yi Qi Wanxi watched Yi Qi vine grass get into the sedan chair under the support of people, remembered the past dream, so she chuckled, turned around, and left slowly.

Behind him, the voice of the prime minister sounded:

"Start the sedan chair, the newcomer up——"

Everyone was immersed in the festivities, and they didn't notice Yi Qi Wanxi.

Slowly moving away from the hustle and bustle, the world slowly becomes quieter. The sky was clear, but faintly overcast.

Yi Qi Wanxi slowly returned to his boudoir and went to the house. Close the door, sit in front of the mirror, comb your hair, draw a few points on your eyebrows, apply a few points of rouge, and sip your lip grease. Then he got up and walked into the courtyard, walking back and forth in the courtyard a few times.

The footsteps are gentle, and the footprints of different shades fall on the snow.

After a long time, Yi Qi Wanxi stopped, felt an itch in her throat, so she covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and coughed violently.

At the same time, the royal palace.

A piece of red, a piece of excitement, a piece of festivity.

The deliberately elongated voice of the prime minister sounded:

"Worship heaven and earth—"

"The Second Worship Hall—"

"Husband and wife worship each other—"

"Send it to the cave room—"

When everyone was happy, Cuizhu said something in Yi Qi Mingzhi's ear, Yi Qi Mingzhi's face changed slightly, and Cuizhu went back to Yi Qi Mansion first.

And at this time, Yiqi Mansion is on.

Yi Qi Wanxi felt a little tired, so she slowly returned to the house. I closed the door and rested on the couch.

In a daze, Yi Qi Wanxi seemed to see a light, and seemed to feel that someone was holding her hand and calling her name lightly: "Wanxi." ”

The warmth of her palms reached her heart, making her feel reassured. She tugged at the corners of her mouth and tried to smile, but she was very weak, so she fell asleep.

After falling asleep, the handkerchief in his hand fell to the couch in front of him, and a red mistletoe fruit rolled out of his sleeve. The dazzling blood stains in the light cyan handkerchief were like a blooming flower.

After a short time, one person went to the couch and bent down to pick up the handkerchief on the ground. The man looked at Yi Qi Wanxi, who was breathing steadily on the couch, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The smile is shallow, but the cold eyes are full of pampering.

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