Stepping into the main pavilion of the backyard of the Shen Mansion, a burst of charcoal heat rushed into the limbs, bones, and remains, and the mellow smell of soup and medicine diffused in his nose for a moment, Shen Zhihe sniffled slightly, and suppressed a sigh in his heart.

It is now the season of the hot cicadas in July, but my mother's cabinet still has a charcoal stove day and night.

Thinking about this Jiang family's body, it has become worse and worse since she got married and left the cabinet.

Fine sweat began to break out on his forehead, Shen Zhihe's face did not change, he lifted the hem of his skirt with his fingers, and the heavy wooden door behind him was closed by the maid, isolating the insects and flowers in the outer courtyard.

After Mama Su took Ying'er away, she hasn't come back yet.

The candlelight in the cabinet was dim, and the corridor lights outside the Shen Mansion were bright and could not be reflected at all, and the further inside, the stronger the pungent smell of medicine, the maid lifted the hanging bead curtain for Shen Zhihe, and bowed respectfully:

"Second girl, please."

Shen Zhihe bowed his head, and when he saw his mother-in-law's eyes closed, there were many soft quilts under her body, and her face was pale and tired, which could not be covered with illness.

How captivating the daughter of the Earl's Court was back then, who would have thought that now it is only half a hundred, and it will become this kind of wind and candle.

She opened her voice in a deep voice, her voice was as warm as a gurgling stream, and she faintly twisted two slender willow leaves: "Daughter, please be safe to mother." ”

Jiang Shi slowly lifted her eyelids, the sickly mist was thick and difficult to remove, her temples were full of hair, as weak as the autumn dead leaves, her eyes were chaotic, half loud, and a glimmer of light flashed under her eyes, and then she raised her hand tremblingly:

"Is it He'er, or is it ...... crane?"

Shen Zhihe was stunned.

She immediately got up, stepped forward with a smile, held Jiang's trembling hand, and sat down on the edge of the collapse, with the wind and moon hanging high on her eyebrows, hiding sporadic sorrows:

"Mother, it's a crane."

Shen Zhihe is her brother who has never met, at the age of seventeen, he fought and died on the battlefield, was trampled and trampled by ten thousand horses, and even the corpse. The bones could not be found, and only a mound of clothes remained.

Jiang, who was already frail, learned of such a tragic situation of his only son, so he couldn't afford to get sick, and he was accompanied by bitter medicine all the year round, tossing and turning on the sickbed of the veil, the warmhouse, the bed, and the mattress, ignoring the mottled and sound outside, and being imprisoned in a golden prison, which could be heard, but could not be seen, and was a drop in the ocean.

"Crane ......"

Jiang muttered, her scorching eyes gradually cleared, she held Shen Zhihe's hand instead, and straightened her body a little: "Why are you back home?" ”

The stove in the cabinet burned even brighter, and only a thin slit was left in the window, and the thin sweat from Shen Zhihe had made the underwear close to his skin, but the hand of the Jiang family who was holding it was still frighteningly cold.

Over the years, bowls of medicinal stones have been poured down, and Jiang's body has already been exhausted inside and out, and everyone knows that now, it is just a matter of letting the imperial doctor hang his life.

Prime Minister Shen is still looking for talented people everywhere, and he doesn't even allow others to mention Jiang's bad words.

Shen Zhihe only felt sarcastic, if it was really such a loving couple, why did they have a biological mother and their own existence?

She suppressed the tip of her heart, picked up Jiang's broken hair against her cheeks, and said softly: "I received a letter from my father today saying that you are seriously ill, but it scared my daughter." ”

"I've been getting used to it all these years." Jiang's throat was hoarse from the medicine, she clenched her hands into fists against her lips and coughed twice, raising her eyes and looking earnestly, "How are you doing at your husband's house?" ”

The maid hurriedly served the tea, Shen Zhihe raised his hand to take the teacup, carefully carried the lid to skim off the foam, and felt warm in his fingertips, before putting it to Jiang's lips:

"The daughter is fine, but the mother looks thin again."

The fragrance of tea entered his throat, and even his breath was smoothed out, Jiang tightened the brocade quilt on his body, and said in a soft voice: "I sent someone to inquire, your mother-in-law is not easy to get along with." ”

Shen Zhihe's hand holding the tea cup froze for a moment, then covered the lid of the teacup, listened to it crisply, and handed it back to the maidservant: "My daughter is obedient to her, she is just stricter." ”

"You have always been quiet and cold," Jiang Shi's hair spread around his waist, looking at her eyebrows carefully, "I'm just afraid that other people's words will pollute your ears." ”

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven, how can there be so much gossip, and my mother is too worried." The pavilion was quiet, and Shen Zhihe's snort was shallow, holding the usual cold timbre, shattering the clarity and warmth contained in the three points of white in early spring.

"It's in the Gaomen Mansion that there is more gossip." Jiang put his hand on her lap, his mouth was half open, and his eyes were clear, "He'er, you are now my rightful daughter, you don't have to endure everything." ”

Shen Zhihe's nose tip pantothenic acid.

Indeed, the father is the prime minister, and the mother is the daughter of the Earl's Court, and the children of the two only need to bow down before the royal family as soon as they are born.

But she didn't come out of Jiang's belly after all.

"My daughter knows."

Shen Zhihe's narrow eyelashes narrowed, and his heart veins seemed to climb up the mountain range, and it was covered with a layer of black and oppressive fog.

Jiang's heart was clear, she sighed softly, with a bit of kinship: "Your temperament, I don't know yet?" ”

Shen Zhihe was silent.

"What about the two bride maids? How is your husband treating you? ”

Jiang's eyebrows were already dyed with fatigue, but she was still full of worries to ask, and she held on to her spirit: "Do you want me to take Mama Su to Mengfu for you and discipline the people under you?" ”

"Mother's choice is good," Shen Zhihe said hoarsely, holding Jiang's hand tighter, and taking all the thoughts from her eyebrows into her eyes, "Mama still has to serve her mother, and everything is fine with her daughter, so you can rest assured." ”

After that, he smoothed the quilt pillow under her, helped Jiang Shi to lie down, pinched the corners of the quilt in all directions, and did not let a trace of wind go in, Shen Zhihe knelt down again, and the fog screen was woven by the moonlight, all of which were covered and not exposed.

"My daughter will go home to serve her illness, and she will not leave tonight, and she will sleep with you."

The apricot blossom curtain embroidered with gold thread fell, and Shen Zhihe's sleeves were darkly fragrant, his eyes were shining, and he was holding a gentle attitude.

Jiang's eyelids were half-closed, she was usually sleepy, it was rare to say such words, and she tossed for another night last night, at this time she was tired to the extreme, her thoughts began to blur, and she couldn't see it really:

"He'er...... I want to accompany my mother......"

Shen Zhihe smiled bitterly.

If she really doesn't know whether her mother is shouting "harmony" or "crane", then she is pretending to be stupid and stupid.

But she didn't say anything, just looked at Jiang's sleeping face, even if she had fallen asleep, she still held her hand, as if she was afraid that she would leave.

Shen Zhihe bathed in the thin candlelight, looked at it gently, and the frost and snow on his brows dissipated.

Jiang is the best person to treat her in this Shen Mansion, Shen Zhihe remembered that when he was just recorded in Jiang's name, the maids and maids below also talked about their birth, and after Jiang knew about it, he actually put the maid in front of the people of the palace and punished the maid.

Shen Zhihe still remembered the Jiang family at that time, although she was already sick, she still had the same demeanor, she held her hand, and she looked up at her, her eyes shining with starlight.

When I grew up, my memory was blurred, and I only remembered Jiang's head full of pearls and emeralds, and there was a small servant kneeling underneath, the glazed tiles were shining, the high door was jade, and the morning sun was rising.

Shen Zhihe retracted her thoughts, she reached out and touched Jiang's already sunken cheek.

At that time, the Jiang family covered the immature Shen Zhihe's eyes, and didn't let her look at the maid after the punishment, she looked at the people in the Manchurian mansion, and the green shadows of the distant mountains were sparsely rendered, and she was shocked and shocked, not angry and self-threatening, so that Shen Zhihe remembered it for many years.

She said:

"This is my daughter, the second girl of the Shen Mansion."

"If there is any gossip in the future, it will be given to the court."