Chapter 9: Sickness
Zhao Jiahua mentioned the drama text, in order to lead out: "The famous opera troupe in the Jiangnan area will sing a big drama for a month in the Jiqing Theater in the city next month, and we will listen to it then." β
She lives in the city and knows more than the two of them.
Zhao Wangshu raised his eyebrows, "Will the old lady let us out?" β
"You can convince her to take us there." Zhao Jiahua said.
"We just came, and we don't know the old lady well, if we don't say it well, it's not good to offend the old lady, and it depends on Sister Hua for this matter." Zhao Wangshu said with a smile.
"Sister Hua, please." Zhao Shuqing cooperated tacitly.
"I'm afraid I can't do it alone, and you have to see the opportunity." Zhao Jiahua was cautious and did not take care of everything.
Zhao Wangshu smiled, "We will do this." β
"I listen to my two sisters." Zhao Shuqing looked obedient and obedient.
At this time, the sound of people talking outside the house came back, and it was the group of people who had gone to the garden to enjoy the flowers.
In early winter, the flowers and trees wither, the north wind is cold, and the biting cold is really not suitable for flower viewing.
The three of them picked up their cups in unison, drank tea in silence, and did not go out to greet the people.
And Zhao Shuangzhi didn't come in and looked for them.
At the beginning of the unitary period, another maid came to invite the girls to go to the room and accompany the old lady to dinner.
After nightfall, the weather was even colder, and Zhao Shuqing not only dressed thickly, but also put on a hand warmer.
Zhao Jiahua looked at her like this, frowned and said: "It's still early winter, you are so cold, in the harsh winter, what should you do?" β
"She didn't go out much at home in the winter in previous years." Zhao Wangshu is in Zhuangzi, although he has not had much contact with Zhao Shuqing, but Zhao Shuqing's name for being sick and weak is well known.
Zhao Shuqing smiled bitterly, "I can hold it." "This is not home, no one will take care of her so meticulously, and she can only endure it one by one.
The girls braved the cold wind to go to the upper room for dinner, and then came back against the cold wind.
In the middle of the night, Zhao Wangshu was woken up by the sound outside, she lay down and didn't move, and heard the sound of the green branch of the vigil getting up.
After a while, Lu Zhi came back, Zhao Wangshu turned over and asked, "Lu Zhi, what's going on outside?" β
"The girl was woken up." Green Branch walked to the bedside, "It's Miss Qing who is sick." β
Zhao Wangshu was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect Zhao Shuqing's body to be like this, "I have to go and take a look." β
The green branch lit a candle and waited for her to put on her clothes.
As soon as the master and servant went out, they met Zhao Jiahua, who was also woken up to see the situation.
After greeting each other, they entered the West Wing together.
"How's Miss Qing?" Zhao Wangshu asked with concern.
"My girl is so hot that she is unconscious." The maidservant girl brought by Zhao Shuqing from home said with tears in her eyes.
It's a high fever!
Zhao Wangshu said anxiously: "Hurry up and ask for a doctor." β
"They refused, saying it was so late and there was a curfew on the street." The maidservant said indignantly.
That's why they're arguing.
"You are so bold that you dare to rub your master like this." Zhao Jiahua pointed to those people, "Wait, Feng Ling, go to the eldest lady and tell her that Miss Qing is very sick." β
"Yes, girl." Feng Ling took the order and left.
Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Jiahua did not leave, they sat in the small living room of the west wing and waited.
After a while, Mrs. Zhao came, and Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Jiahua hurriedly stood up, "Mrs. Zhao." β
"You're there too." Mrs. Zhao was in a hurry and a little panting.
After asking about the situation, Mrs. Zhao said, "I will take care of Shuqing, you all go back to the room to rest." β
"Yes." Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Jiahua left obediently, after all, when the doctor came, they also had to avoid it.
Zhao Shuqing's illness was so sick that he couldn't get up, and the courtyard was filled with a smell of medicine for five days in a row.
Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Jiahua, who lived in the courtyard with her, didn't dislike the smell of medicine, but Zhao Shuangzhi, who lived in Wujin, ran over and shouted, "Why are you boiling medicine in the courtyard?" β
"What's in your way with the medicine we are making?" Zhao Jiahua rolled his eyes and said.
"The smell is so bad, can't you smell it?" Zhao Shuangzhi asked loudly.
Without waiting for Zhao Jiahua to speak, she continued: "When the wind blows, I will fall ill, I'm afraid it's a papier-mΓ’chΓ© lantern." β
"Zhao Shuangzhi, you talked too much." Zhao Jiahua frowned unhappily.
"I'm telling you the truth, she is crooked, if she spreads the illness to everyone and causes everyone to get sick, it will be really too much."
"If you're afraid of being sick, don't come here and enter the yard, let's go, hurry up." Zhao Jiahua unceremoniously picked people up.
"This is not your house, why are you driving me?" Zhao Shuangzhi refused to leave.
"If I live here in the courtyard, I'm qualified to drive you away." Zhao Jiahua said that he was holding the wooden fork holding the lantern casually, and he was about to beat someone.
"Zhao Jiahua, you barbarian!" Zhao Shuangzhi took advantage of the maids to stop Zhao Jiahua and hurriedly ran away.
"Count you out on the wheel." Zhao Jiahua asked the maid to snatch the wooden fork away.
drove Zhao Shuangzhi away, Zhao Jiahua went into the house to see Zhao Shuqing, and saw Zhao Wangshu persuading Zhao Shuqing, who was crying, "...... It is a blessing to have a minor illness and live a long life. β
"Sister Qing, don't care what Zhao Shuangzhi said, she never spit out ivory from her mouth, she is very mean." Zhao Jiahua also spoke out to persuade him.
Zhao Shuqing was depressed, "I'm really useless, I get sick at every turn, dragging this broken body is annoying, it's better to die." β
"Sister Qing, ants are still greedy, those gossips, don't take it to heart, if you are not in good health, just take care of it, and you will raise .......it well," Zhao Jiahua persuaded at length.
Zhao Wangshu only had one sentence, "Your parents are still here, how dare you die lightly?" β
When people live, they can't think of themselves, but they can't only think of themselves.
Zhao Shuqing's tears fell even more urgently, falling drop by drop, and the pear blossoms brought rain.
"It's easy to hurt your body if you think about it a lot, and if you look at everything, your life will be better." Zhao Wangshu stuffed a handkerchief into her hand.
"Sister Qing, born less than 100 years old, often has a thousand years of worries. The days are short and the nights are long, so why not travel with candles! Zhao Jiahua said freely.
Under the persuasion of the two, Zhao Shuqing finally stopped crying.
The next day, she said that she would not stay in the room to recuperate, and went to the courtyard to attend classes with everyone.
As soon as I entered the east wing, it was very elegantly arranged, and there were ten cases with four treasures of the study.
The person who taught them "Thousand Character Text" was a female gentleman surnamed Mo, who was invited by the Zhao family with a lot of money, and looked like she was thirty-five or sixteen years old.
Today she wore a plain blue straight padded jacket, her hair combed into a bun, and she was held by a magnolia hairpin.
Seeing a sick girl sitting in the position that had been empty for five days, Mr. Mo said indifferently: "In the past five days, they have learned ten sentences, I will not re-teach them for the sake of you, delay their time, you follow first, if you don't understand, I will teach you alone later." β
"Yes, sir." Zhao Shuqing got up and responded respectfully.
What she didn't say was that her father was a gentleman in the Zhuangzi School, and she was able to recite the full text of "Thousand Character Text" when she was seven years old.