It was almost dusk, and the golden crow was hanging westward.

The crow's hoarse chatter was endless, tearing through the silence of this side, and tiny cracks grew along the green wall over the years, quietly winding on it, outlining countless twists.

Everyone in the backyard of the old house was silent, just bowing their heads and doing their own things, for fear of waking up the people inside.

"Isn't the young lady awake yet?"

A rough maid grabbed a few hot chestnuts and kneaded them in her hands, squeezing the thin gaps in the road, and the courtyard had just put down the people's dinner, and they were idle at this time.

"I heard from the people who waited inside that they had been asleep for a day." The younger maid beside her lowered her voice, holding the wooden bowl.

The thick maid turned the hot chestnuts in the palm of her hand with her five fingers, coiled them quickly, and sighed lightly when she heard the words: "This young lady is really heroic, sacrificing herself to save her husband, but in our hometown, I want to give a plaque to enter the temple." ”

"The young lady looks so weak, she can't imagine that she won't flinch when she encounters trouble." The little girl's feet under the skirt are overlapped and twisted and loose, and the bottom of the bowl is hot.

"It's not ......"

As soon as the thick maid was halfway through her words, her round eyes glanced out, and she suddenly stopped, her wrist was not steady, and two or three chestnuts stumbled on the ground, rubbing the ashes of chestnut flesh, and she stood up suddenly:

"Lady Wang, you also come here to eat."

Wang Po stood at the threshold of the dining room, carrying the dusk on her back, with a serious expression on her face: "Have you done all the work?" Dare to chew the root of the tongue of the masters behind their backs. ”

The little maid on the side was even more nuonuo, her teeth were cold for a while, and she only remembered to follow the rough maid to make amends, and after half a sound, Wang Po said that she would not take it as an example, and the two of them fled out of the dining room.

"Mother." The girl who had been sitting in a dim corner walked up to Wang Po with a wooden bowl in her hand, revealing her delicate face.

"Li'er," Wang Po glanced at her, her eyes complicated, "You listened to what they said just now?" ”

Li'er's fingers pressed against the edge of the bowl, and her fingers fell on the belly, she lowered her eyes and let out a soft "um".

Mrs. Wang's tone was comfortable, not in a hurry: "Remember to send the medicine to the side courtyard after eating." ”

After saying that, he bent down, gently brushed away the dust on the corner of Li'er's skirt, got up and looked at her deeply, turned to leave, and the words that fell were soft, only into Li'er's ears:

"Never think about what you shouldn't think."

Li'er was silent, holding the wooden bowl and going to the water source to clean, but at some point it was quietly covered with a layer of fog in front of her.

The clouds couldn't cover the dimness, leaking a fine light, and the side courtyard pavilion was plain and clear, and only a thick foggy smell of obscure medicine could be smelled between breathing.

The green stove warmed the external medicine, Ying'er stared intently at the charcoal fire in the furnace, the doctor carefully instructed her yesterday that the external medicine needs to be removed as soon as it is cold, otherwise it will lose its medicinal properties.

There was a small sound of crushing on the side of the collapse, and Ying'er was stunned, and then trotted towards the collapse, not forgetting to call the maid to stare at the charcoal fire.

"Madame, you're awake at last!" Ying'er pounced and knelt on the edge of the collapse, hitting the ground with a sound, and her eyes instantly turned red.

Shen Zhihe slowly opened her eyes, the pain penetrated her thin bones, she frowned, swallowed the foam in her mouth with difficulty, her lips were dry and cracked, and the thick fishy sweetness filled her mouth:

"Water ......"

The voice was dry and stagnant, and he was dumb and tight.

Ying'er hurriedly took the tea that had been warm on the side, carefully moistened Shen Zhihe's chapped lips with a clean handkerchief, and then put a soft cushion on her back, helping her to lean up a little, for fear of pulling her abdomen.

Shen Zhihe hissed softly, no matter how gentle Ying'er's movements were, the wound was still tearing pain.

She shook her hand and steadied the teacup, and the fragrance of tea entered her throat, and the blood and bloody breath dissipated a little.

"Madame, you can frighten the slave." Seeing that she was relieved, Ying'er put the teacup and whimpered.

Shen Zhihe dragged the quilt, his nose moved, and he exhaled a breath of turbidity: "...... How long have I been asleep? ”

"More than a day, if you don't have an accident, we have returned to Huai'an City at this hour." Ying'er held Shen Zhihe's hand tightly.

Shen Zhihe pulled his throat with a faint pain, his peach eyes were tired, and he was empty: "I'm afraid that my body will only get better for a while, how can I go back to Huai'an?" ”

"The young master said that a letter came from Huai'an this morning, and the prime minister instructed him to return to Beijing as soon as possible."

Ying'er pursed her mouth and added: "The young master kept watch by your side all night, and was only called by the master an hour ago." ”

"A letter from Huai'an?" Shen Zhihe's eyes flickered, and he was half clear, "What else does my father say?" ”

Ying'er was silent, reached out to probe the temperature of the dressing, it was a little cold, she got up and went around the screen to the stove to get the new medicine, uncovered the old one, and applied the new medicine.

Shen Zhihe only felt a coolness in the wound, the pain seemed to have subsided a little, and his frowning eyebrows were also relaxed.

Ying'er cleaned up, cleaned her hands, and then knelt on the edge of the collapse, and continued what she had just said:

"The Prime Minister only said that the emperor knew that you were attacked, summoned you to return to Huai'an as soon as possible, and sent a carriage from the imperial gift, so that you can lie down and go back safely."

Shen Zhihe couldn't gather the aura in his eyes, his low voice was grinded to the point that he had no strength, she looked up at the brown relief on the collapsed roof, and took in the afterglow:

"You just said...... He kept watch over me all night? ”

Outside, it was getting dark, and after a long day, the weather began to rain again, and then it became heavier and heavier, and the rain curtain poured down from the eaves of the courtyard like a curtain.

"Yes, the young master didn't close his eyes all night, if it weren't for the old man who called him away, I'm afraid the first person you saw when you opened your eyes was the young master." Ying'er tightened the quilt on Shen Zhihe's body, for fear of leaking the wind.

The cold wind blew the window, making a squeaky sound, Shen Zhihe's eyes dimmed, and without speaking, Ying'er turned to the case on her knees, picked up the ginseng slices in the box to make tea.

Shen Zhihe heard ginseng incense from the tip of her nose, and she looked sideways: "Who gave it to you?" ”

"The old lady sent it." Ying'er's eyebrows were dyed half of a happy color, and she finally had something comfortable, "It is said that it is a good ginseng in the warehouse, and the old lady specially asked someone to bring it to make up for your body." ”

Shen Zhihe was quietly choked in the water apricot, she adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and whispered: "I feel a little cold, you go and close that window." ”

When Ying'er heard this, she hurriedly put down the ginseng piece in her hand and walked to the window.

Shen Zhihe's eyes drooped, he lifted the bottom quilt under the collapsed pillow, and took out something, but before Ying'er turned around, her lips opened and closed, and she swallowed.

Her eyes were sparkling with a hint of sadness, and her throat was dry and tight.

Fortunately, last night, taking advantage of the chaos, when his consciousness was not dissipated, he quietly hid Nalan Qian inside.

Ying'er closed the window tightly, turned around and cleaned her hands with clean water, returned to the shore to make ginseng tea, and served a cup to Shen Zhihe:

"Madam, drink it while it's hot, it's useless to be cold."

Shen Zhihe raised his hand to take it, and the mist drifted out instantly, blinding her eyes, the cup was against her lips, and it was a slightly bitter ginseng taste in her throat, which made Shen Zhihe's tongue bitter.

After drinking it all, she picked up the handkerchief before the collapse and wanted to wipe off the tea stains, but the handkerchief made a small sound when it was touched underneath, and Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes and looked at it-

It is a delicately made, but somewhat dilapidated Buddha bell.

It was the Buddha bell that she went to Lanruo Temple to kneel for a long time in order to pray for Meng Jinghuai's peace and triumph.