One

Shen Wanjin finally returned to his home after a long absence, but now is not what it used to be, and things are not people.

He lay on the couch, his eyes closed, and let his wife and concubines and children call in his ear, still motionless, without the slightest reaction.

Mrs. Shen cried: "Master, open your eyes and look at me!" ”

Steward Xing separated everyone and led a Lang Zhong to the bed: "Madam, Zhou Langzhong is here." ”

Zhou Langzhong lifted the quilt, held Shen Wanjin's hand, and tested his pulse.

Everyone held their breath and didn't dare to move, for fear of affecting Lang Zhong's diagnosis.

Zhou Langzhong rolled Shen Wanjin's eyelids, carefully observed his facial features and skin, and then quickly took out a small cloth bag from the small box he carried.

Opening the cloth bag, Zhou Langzhong picked out a thick needle from a shiny silver needle, aimed it at Shen Wanjin's human acupoint, and stabbed it heavily.

Mrs. Shen exclaimed.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Wanjin's face, limbs, and chest were all filled with silver needles of different sizes.

After doing this, Zhou Langzhong let out a long breath.

Mrs. Shen asked cautiously, "Sir, what is my master's illness?" ”

Zhou Langzhong groaned: "He was poisoned. ”

"Poisoned?" The crowd was taken aback.

Mrs. Shen said in a trembling voice: "My master is in prison, life is better than death, who will poison him?" ”

No one noticed that Nan Yun, who was standing behind Mrs. Shen, moved his steps back slightly.

He knew very well what poison Shen Wanjin had been in.

Tian Futang was really obedient.

It's just that now that the horse's feet are exposed, how to cover up the past.

Mrs. Shen said anxiously: "Sir, do you have a way to save my master?" ”

Zhou Langzhong said: "Madame, don't worry. Xingxi is not deeply poisoned, and it is not a deadly poison, so there is no major problem. After a stick of incense, he will wake up. ”

Mrs. Shen was overjoyed: "Thank you, sir." ”

Nanyun frowned slightly.

I think it's because time is tight, and I haven't had time to make a full amount yet.

Zhou Langzhong said: "Although the poison doesn't matter, but your lord suffered from rheumatism in prison, which hurt his lungs and intestines, and he couldn't be diagnosed and treated, and it has spread into tuberculosis, and his body is extremely weak, so he needs to be well conditioned, otherwise, if he is a little negligent, he may have to worry about his life." ”

Mrs. Shen nodded tearfully.

After a stick of incense, Shen Wanjin really snorted softly, followed by a violent cough.

Aunt Lian rushed forward and called, "Master! ”

Mrs. Shen reprimanded: "Stand down! ”

Aunt Lian glanced at her hatefully.

Shen Wanjin slowly opened his eyes, confused for a moment.

"Where am I?" He slurred.

"Master, you're home." Mrs. Shen exchanged tears.

"At home?" Shen Wanjin looked around suspiciously.

The wife and concubine are on the side, and the daughter is on the side.

"Where's Bao'er?" Shen Wanjin said.

"Boa is at my house. Father. Shen Qingluo choked up and said, "Your case is fine." ”

Shen Wanjin was stunned: "It's okay?" ”

Aunt Lian pushed Qingluan in front of Shen Wanjin and glanced at Mrs. Shen: "Thanks to the four girls, you have been wronged, master." ”

Shen Wanjin stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Good daughter." Daddy can't stand you. ”

Qingluan bent down, held his father's hand, and said with a smile: "As long as my father is safe, what is it to be a daughter." ”

"Good boy." Shen Wanjin burst into tears: "Dad will find a good in-law for you." ”

Qingluan smiled faintly: "Dad, my daughter is no longer married, and I will serve my father and mother for the rest of my life." ”

Shen Qingluo was very close to Qingluan at this time, and inadvertently, she noticed that a colorful silk thread was exposed between her neck.

Shen Qingluo was struck by lightning and could barely stand.

Shen Qingluo is familiar with this silk thread and can know the number of silk threads.

This silk thread was woven by herself.

That time, she found that the silk thread that Nagumo tied to the herring stone was about to break, so she selected the colorful silk thread, braided it into a thin rope, tied it again, and hung it around his neck.

Later, Nanyun's herring stone was gone, and Shen Qingluo searched all the corners of the house, but he didn't find it.

However, now, this colored line appears on Qingluan's neck.

If nothing else, the herring stone is also on her neck.

Shen Qingluo no longer had any reason to deceive herself.

Nanlang. A piercing whisper echoed in her ears.

Obviously, Nanyun and Qingluan had a personal relationship, and he even gave Qingluan the herring stone he had worn since he was a child.

This herring fish stone was so frightened that he was even reluctant to give it to his wife, but he gave it to Qingluan.

Shen Qingluo's face was as pale as earth all of a sudden.

No one noticed her expression.

Qingluan is still gossiping with Shen Wanjin, a touching scene of father and daughter's filial piety.

Mrs. Shen said unhappily: "Okay, your father is still weak and needs to rest, let's talk about these gossips later." ”

Shen Wanjin was finally exhausted, and after only a few words, he was already exhausted.

The maid served the hot porridge, and Mrs. Shen fed him a few mouthfuls with her own hands and served him to sleep.

Zhou Langzhong prescribed medicine and resigned.

"Luo'er, you can go back too. Bao'er is at home, and you have to take care of it. Mrs. Shen said.

"But," Shen Qingluo was a little distracted, and her eyes could no longer leave the colored line.

That silk thread, maybe it's just a coincidence? There are many things in the same world.

She had a strong urge. She really wanted to pull out the thread and see if it was the herring stone tied around Qingluan's neck.

However, it was so close that she didn't dare to reveal the answer easily.

She was afraid of that answer.

"I'm at home. Your father's body is not an overnight thing, so if you can't hurry, you can go back first. Mrs. Shen looked tired.

"Oh." Shen Qingluo had no choice but to agree.

When he looked back, Nagumo had already left the house at some point.

Two

The carriage moved slowly, and the two people in the carriage had their own thoughts, and neither of them wanted to speak.

The air seems to have stagnated.

"It's snowing." Nagumo breaks the deadlock.

Shen Qingluo's expression was as quiet as a funeral, still immersed in her lonely world.

"What's wrong with you?" Nagumo gently put his arm around her shoulder.

If it was a normal day, she would have been smiling, but today, she couldn't laugh.

His soft words are gentle, and they seem so hypocritical.

The man she fell in love with, how many secrets were still hidden in his heart that she didn't know.

She really couldn't imagine that a man could easily move between two, three or even more women.

Moreover, all of this is under the surface of his warm veins.

First Yuan'er, then Qingluan. After that, I don't know who there is.

Sadly, as a wife, she doesn't have the slightest ability to resist.

Even, she can't help but love him.

Her tears fell involuntarily.

He thought he knew her very well, so he tightened his arms with concern and hugged her tighter: "Father-in-law has gone home, and in time, he will definitely recover his health." You don't have to worry. ”

"Yes." She rubbed her nose and said in a low voice, "I'm a little scared." ”

"Afraid of what? With me, you don't have to be afraid of anything. He reassured.

"How long can you rely on it?" There was a sadness in her words that could not be concealed.

"Stupid." He laughed, "Nature forever." ”

"How far away forever," she murmured, "I'm afraid you don't know it yourself." ”

Her hand reached into his bra, rubbing back and forth.

"What do you do? It's so itchy. He laughed, holding her hand down.

She raised her head and looked at him seriously: "I want to know, who is hidden in your heart?" ”

"Naturally, it's just you." His answer was frank and swift.

She sighed faintly, "I wish it was true. Even if it's a dream, I don't want to wake up. ”

She leaned into his warm embrace and burst into tears.

Snowflakes flutter silently, only the squeak of wheels, which is particularly harsh.

Shen Qingluo only hopes that this long street will never end.

Three

As soon as Shen Qingluo's footsteps stepped into the courtyard, she heard Bao'er's hoarse cry, which was deafening.

She immediately panicked and ran open the door.

"Slow down, don't fall." Nagumo admonished from the side.

"Bao'er!" She exclaimed urgently.

In the house, Yuan'er was sweating profusely and holding the crying Bao'er, and there was nothing she could do.

Underground, there was a kettle that was still dripping.

"Eldest sister!" When Bao'er saw Shen Qingluo, she cried even more.

"Bao'er, what's wrong?" Shen Qingluo said.

"Eldest sister, I hurt." Bao'er raised her little red hand.

Shen Qingluo was shocked.

Bao'er's delicate hands were full of blisters, red, and miserable.

"What's going on?" Shen Qingluo grabbed his arm distressedly.

Bao'er cried, "I want to drink water, it's hot." ”

Shen Qingluo said angrily: "How can it be hot? ”

Bao'er pointed at Yuan'er: "She asked me to pour water myself, but I didn't hold the kettle." ”

Shen Qingluo was furious: "Yuan'er, how are you waiting?!" He slapped his face and hit it hard.

Yuan'er was caught off guard and slapped her face, turning red.

Yuan'er cried: "Miss, don't blame me. Young Master Bao must pour his own water, and I can't persuade him. ”

Shen Qingluo raised her hand and slapped it again, scolding: "You still dare to quibble!" You, you only care about the fox and bewitching the lord, how can you still have the heart to be on an errand? ”

Shen Qingluo already had a fire in her heart, and when she saw Bao'er injured like this, she was angry and anxious, and she didn't feel angry.

After a few slaps, blood slowly flowed from the corners of Yuan'er's mouth.

Seeing this, Nanyun hurriedly persuaded: "Okay, just hit a few times to get angry." ”

Shen Qingluo sneered: "What's the matter, I'm distressed? Shall I discipline my maid by myself? ”

Nanyun was a little embarrassed, and shouted at Yuan'er: "What are you doing here, don't you go get the scalding cream!" ”

Yuan'er got up silently and took the burn cream from the drawer.

Shen Qingluo gently applied the ointment to Bao'er, and asked lovingly, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Bao'er grinned: "It hurts." ”

Shen Qingluo's heart was sour, and a tear fell on his hand.

"Eldest sister, don't cry, Bao'er doesn't hurt." Bao'er endured the pain.

"Bao'er." Shen Qingluo hugged Bao'er in her arms and sighed, "What's wrong with our Shen family?" ”

Thinking of her father who was sick in bed, thinking of the family business that was dying, thinking of her husband who betrayed and deceited, and then looking at the weak younger brother in front of her, Shen Qingluo couldn't help but be sad anymore and cried loudly.

Yuan'er wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, looked coldly at her sister and brother who were hugging her head and crying, and didn't say a word.

Hatred has grown into a towering tree in my heart.