As soon as Lin Ziqiu heard the word "tuberculosis", his face instantly turned pale.

The word tuberculosis can make countless people smell and change, and in Lin Ziqiu's impression and in the books he has read, countless men and women have died of this disease.

"I don't believe it," he muttered, looking at the Imperial Doctor with a pleading face, "you see again, you see again, this is my own sister, please see again." ”

"—this is my own sister to a fellow mother."

Lin Ziqiu cried and fell to the ground, the joy of the title of the gold list was gone, and there was only boundless pain and confusion.

The old lady doctor had seen countless life and death partings, and his heart was already numb, but he still sighed and re-diagnosed Lin Wushuang.

But everyone knew in their hearts that the outcome would not change.

Lin Chonghan looked at Lin Wushuang, whose face was like a blank piece of paper, but what came to mind was her innocence of clamoring to fly a kite in the suburbs of Beijing before, and the coquettishness and naughtiness of begging Gu Qingzhang for ink monkeys.

"You know—" she said in a snarky tone, "how long does Mei Niang have left?" ”

The imperial doctor shook his head, and he took up a pen and wrote down the prescription: "Let's raise it first." If the girl has a good foundation, she may be able to live a few more years. ”

How many years are it? No one can know, and no one wants to know.

Lin Wushuang didn't know when she woke up, she opened her eyes and saw a room full of people, with a blank expression: "Why are they all gathered in my room, is something wrong?" ”

Her eyes swept over Lin Ziqiu, and found that his eyes were red and crying, and she was even more puzzled in her heart.

But when she saw the puddle of blood on the ground that hadn't had time to be cleaned, the memories before the coma flooded back into her mind, and Lin Wushuang understood what was going on.

*

Early the next morning, Lin Chonghan asked Chunri to deliver a letter to Gu Qingzhang's house.

At noon, Gu Qingzhang personally came to Lin's house with a cage, he was not good at entering Lin Wushuang's boudoir, so Lin Chonghan sent him a trip.

After she came out, Gu Qingzhang and her tacitly did not talk under the porch, but walked into the courtyard to chat again.

Lin Chonghan obviously cried once, his eyes were obviously red and swollen, and his voice was a little nasal: "Thank you this time, but Mei Niang has a heart." ”

"It's just a trivial matter, it's nothing," Gu Qingzhang didn't take it seriously, and looked a little hesitant when he spoke, "It's really tuberculosis?" Do you need me to find some doctors from the people to take a look at it again? ”

Lin Chonghan shook his head and refused: "The qualified old doctors in the palace have all been invited by my father to come and see, and the good doctors of the people have also been invited, and they all say that they are tuberculosis, I'm afraid there will be no mistakes." ”

Gu Qingzhang was silent and no longer spoken.

Although birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, Mei Niang is too young to bear it.

After sending the ink monkey, Gu Qingzhang had no reason to stay longer, Lin Chonghan sent him out all the way.

On the way, Gu Qingzhang wanted Lin Chonghan not to be too sad, but he also knew that Lin Chonghan and Lin Wushuang had grown up together since childhood, and no matter how many words of consolation they said, it was meaningless.

He sighed, looked at Lin Chonghan deeply, and then left the Lin Mansion.

Lin Chonghan hopes that the ink monkey sent by Gu Qingzhang can make Lin Chonghan happy, so that she will not be depressed in the room all day long, and hopes that her body can improve.

But Mei Niang's body is still not as good as day by day, like a river gradually collapsing, these days Lin Ziqiu and a few people ran all over the temples in the capital, going to the Buddha to pray for her, but it is still difficult to keep her.

Lin Wushuang slept groggily for several days after the onset of the disease, and her whole person was as quickly emaciated as a withered flower, and her clothes hung on her empty.

After the imperial doctor came to check the pulse again, he said that Lin Wushuang's condition had deteriorated sharply, and I was afraid that time was running out.

She used to live in the Lin family, and she liked to go against Lin Chonghan's poetry the most, so Lin Chonghan sat on the edge of her bed and read to her.

Lin Chonghan's tears were in her eyes, she tried her best not to let the tears fall, read Sima Xiangru's Fu in a smooth voice, and opened a book of Li Shangyin's poems.

The first poem in the collection of poems is untitled:

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless, and a hundred flowers are ......" Lin Chonghan couldn't help choking when he read the depths of his love, "There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit." ”

Lin Wushuang was half-lying on the soft pillow with her eyes closed, her pale cheeks were losing weight quickly, and Qingsi was sticking to her forehead because of the constant night sweats and coughing at night.

Hearing this poem, she opened her eyes and forced a slight smile at Lin Chonghan: "Cousin, don't cry, I-I'm not Song Huayang, and my cousin is not Li Shangyin." ”

Yes, Li Shangyin and Song Huayang had to separate, but Lin Yizhou didn't like Lin Wushuang at all.

Lin Chonghan hurriedly wiped away his tears and said, "Since that's the case, then change it." She picked out a book of poems from the many books scattered on the floor and on the couch.

Because he was in a hurry, Lin Chonghan looked at the name carefully.

But when she opened the book and looked at it carefully, she covered the volume painfully, unwilling to read it anymore - this is Li He's poetry collection compiled by Li Shangyin, and the poem she flipped through casually was "Autumn Come"!

Lin Wushuang saw her paused on the spot, brackered his body, and took the scroll in her hand-

"The Tongfeng is frightening and the strong man is bitter, and the declining light is cold." Lin Wushuang only read the first two sentences, and instantly understood, "...... Thinking about tonight's intestines should be straight, and the rain and cold incense soul hang the book. ”

This is the last poem of the poet Li He!

Lin Chonghan stood up in a hurry, she said that she wanted to go to see the medicine, and left as if she was running away.

After passing through the servants and maids in the courtyard and coming to a remote corner of the courtyard, Lin Chonghan could no longer hold back her tears, and she covered her eyes with a handkerchief, as if this would hide the fact that she was weak and crying.

When she left the Gu family and Gu Zhao, she cried away all the hesitation and cowardice in herself, and swore that she would never cry again.

But she was wrong, she was just a mortal fetus in the flesh, and as long as she was a mortal fetus in the flesh, how could she not cry?

"Girl."

Spring didn't know when she came to find her, she stood quietly behind Lin Chonghan, and didn't bother her rashly.

Lin Chonghan raised his red and swollen eyes and asked her what was wrong.

Kasuga replied, "Autumn is back. ”

*

"My sister Zhan Xinjia: Brother is all right in Jiangnan, don't miss it...... The father of the family also hopes that his sister will take care of him...... Brother has been in Jiangnan for a long time...... If Lin Wushuang's cousin has not changed her original intention, please ask my sister to help me tell my father and let him go to the ceremony. ”

She read it to Lin Wushuang, the rolling tears unconsciously wet the letterhead, and the pain in her chest made Lin Chonghan almost suffocate.

Brother!

She shouted silently in her heart, wanting to ask Lin Yizhou face to face, why this affection couldn't come earlier!

Tonight's Lin Mansion is brightly lit, and even the most remote corners are bright.

Lin Guangqing personally went to take out the machete he had used to go to the battlefield, and sat silently in front of the shadow wall by himself, slowly wiping the still cold broadsword with silk.

This knife followed him through countless mountains of swords and seas of blood, and it was even more difficult to count the souls under the knife.

His meaning is also very clear: if Lord Yama wants to come to Suolin Wushuang's life, then he must first pass him Lin Guangqing!

Lin Ziqiu sat in the courtyard in a daze, he looked at the lonely moon hanging in the sky in a daze, and on his forehead was the blood stains left by the step when he went to the temple to seek Buddha.

Inside the house, Lin Wushuang was lying on the side of the bed and coughing constantly, as if she was going to cough out all her internal organs, and the blood stains on the ground were dotted with blood, which made people unbearable to look at directly.

Lin Chonghan smoothed her back for her, wanting to make her feel better.

"Cousin," she lay in Lin Chonghan's arms, her eyes looked out the window, "Is the plum outside the window blooming?" ”

Lin Chonghan said: "It's open." ”

Lin Wushuang said: "However, winter has passed. ”

"Cousin, summer is coming, and Lamei won't bloom again."

Lin Chonghan's nose was sour.

Lin Wushuang spoke intermittently: "Cousin-you tell the eldest cousin to stop waiting for me." ”

After speaking, she took a difficult breath for a moment, and then continued: "Cousin, birth, old age, sickness and death are common things in the world, and you should not be too sad-and, you and Gu Houye, I wish I could see with my own eyes that you can marry him." ”

"There are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches." She said, "Life is too short and too short, cousin, don't, don't let yourself regret it!" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, and the person fell down weakly like a broken kite.

"Mei Niang ——!"

Countless pictures flashed in front of Lin Wushuang's eyes, including when he pestered Lin Yizhou when he was young, and asked him to play with him; When she grew up, she and Lin Chonghan peeked at the script...... Countless images walked before her eyes, but in the end, they were firmly fixed on a poem she had read.

Because her nickname is Mei Niang, her father is particularly partial to Lamei when he paints, and she has seen one of the most proud paintings in her father's life, which is a plum plant, and there is a poem in the upper left corner:

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.