CHAPTER XIX

The river is vast and lonely, and the water is sparkling, reflecting the spring color of the river.

The painting boat was close at hand, and Qiu Yan and Bai Zhi were carrying a horn lamp, leaning on the railing and looking down, both of them looking nervous in their eyes.

His hands were out of strength, and he was exhausted.

Wei Ziyuan floated on the river, drenched, and there was still a person leaning on his shoulder.

The woman's lips were purple, and her whole body was as cold as ice. The eyes were as bright as autumn water, and the eyelashes of the crow feathers were hanging with droplets.

Song Lingzhi had never had such a weak side, his slender neck was weak, and he could only lean on Wei Ziyuan's shoulder.

Wei Ziyuan wiped the water droplets on his face with one hand, and his amber eyes were heavy and thoughtful.

The painting boat is close at hand, just shout yourself, and the autumn geese and Bai Zhi on the deck will definitely find themselves.

Through the distant night, Wei Ziyuan could vaguely see the maid and woman on the deck, and everyone was anxious and tiptoeing.

Mrs. Song loves this little granddaughter the most, if Song Lingzhi really has an accident, the boat full of people will not end well.

However, if they see themselves and Song Lingzhi together, Song Lingzhi's reputation will ...... in the future

Wei Ziyuan lowered his eyes, his eyebrows were tightly together, and the laughter of the white geese sounded faintly in his ears.

"Gongzi He was taken by the old lady early in the morning, he is so talented, although the family is ruined now, but in the future, he will also be the champion in high school, and it will not be an insult to our girl."

…… Champion Tanhua.

Wei Ziyuan's eyes moved lightly, and the rivers were surging on all sides, and the sound of water was murmuring, flowing from the palm of his hand.

A few days ago, Song Lingzhi accidentally caught a glimpse of the chilblains on his hands, and immediately called someone to fetch Yuqing paste and send it to Wei Ziyuan's room.

The effect of the jade ointment is very good, Wei Ziyuan only used half a bottle, and most of the frostbite on his hands was already healed, but these hands were rough and full of calluses after years of suffering.

How can such a rough person be worthy of......

There was a "bang" in his ears, and He Ming's miserable face like a blank sheet of paper suddenly broke into Wei Ziyuan's sight.

He was not good at drinking water, and if it weren't for the rope tied around his waist, He Mingxing would have died a long time ago.

He gasped: "Wei Ziyuan, why are you ...... here?"

Wei Ziyuan was silent, with a cold face, and lowered his head to help Song Lingzhi onto He Ming's shoulder.

He Ming's eyes were shocked: "...... are you?"

The night is like water, and the river breeze is bleak.

The painting boat is brightly lit, and the cloisonné enamel cloud bat pattern hanging lamp tied under the eaves is decorated with silver light.

Wei Ziyuan glanced back, and then turned to Shang He Ming's stunned gaze-

You, no, see, me.

There was a sound of water, the water splashed, Wei Ziyuan turned over and jumped into the bottom of the river, and the stone blue robe gradually melted into the night and disappeared.

He Ming was stunned, and the surprise had not yet faded from his eyes, when he suddenly heard Bai Zhi's cry on the painting boat: "Gongzi He, it's Gongzi He who is back!" Hurry up, pull people up! ”

The water and the sky meet, the cold invades the muscles and bones, Wei Ziyuan watched Song Lingzhi being protected from afar, the corners of his lips gently pulled up, and the amber eyes gradually became loose and scattered.

……

"Girl, it's cold, go back to your room."

Su Zhi leaned on the brocade mattress, her beautiful eyes were lightly closed, and there was a look of fatigue between her eyebrows and eyes, she covered her lips and yawned quietly, but her mouth was still stiff.

"Don't get in the way, I'll sit down for a while, and the fish will be hooked after a while."

The maidservant was anxious: "What time has it been, the girl has been sitting here for half a night, and there is no movement." ”

After the words fell, she quietly leaned forward, "The slave maid heard that something happened to the Song family, saying that something was lost, and the boat was looking for it, so let's go back to the house quickly." ”

Su Zhi disagreed: "What does it matter to me if they lose something, is it difficult or I can't take it?" And this will rush back and fall into the eyes of others, that is the ...... to be a thief."

Before he could say anything, the fishing rod in his hand suddenly moved two or three times.

Su Zhi was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked people to close the line: "Quick, pull it up, it's so heavy, it must be a big fish." ”

The river is swaying, and the fishing line is being recycled little by little.

Su Zhi leaned on the railing, staring at the river with burning eyes.

The water rippled, and a black hair rose and fell with the rod. Su Zhi was startled and almost exclaimed.

When her round eyes saw Wei Ziyuan's jade-like face, Su Zhi's face was full of astonishment: "How could it be him?" ”

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The Song Mansion is lit up and down, as bright as day.

There are two glass hydrangea lamps hanging under the eaves of the corridor, and the faces of the slave mothers in the past are cold and solemn.

Linyue Pavilion is silent, only the moon is bright, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

Under the platform, the people who knelt down all over the courtyard were all those who had served on the painting boat before.

Bai Zhi knelt on her knees, her eyes red: "Old lady, everyone on the boat is kneeling outside the courtyard." The matter was urgent, and the slave didn't dare to make an assertion, but just wanted to go back to the house and wait for the old lady's whereabouts. ”

Old Madam Song was on agarwood crutches, and wrinkles appeared on her face: "It was your idea to say that you lost the treasure?" ”

Bai Zhi kowtowed: "Yes, the girl suddenly disappeared at that time, if it was a big fanfare to find someone, the slave and maid were afraid that the gangsters next to them would hear it, if they let them find the girl first, it would be even worse, and ......"

Bai Zhi lowered her head, "The slave maid is also afraid of implicating the girl's reputation." ”

The cold moon is like frost, and the silver glow is overlapped at the corner of the eaves, silently.

After a long time, Mrs. Song finally heard a long sigh from the top of her head: "Good boy, your girl didn't hurt you in vain." ”

Bai Zhi fell to the ground, tears streaming from her eyes. Looking up, looking through the silk screen, the swaying figure could be vaguely seen.

On the natural Luohan bed, Song Lingzhi's three thousand green silks hung lightly on the pillow, and there was no warmth on his body.

The green gauze curtain hung low, and Mrs. Song sat on a low stool beside the couch, crying silently.

Mother Liu entered the house lightly and wiped her tears for Mrs. Song: "The old lady should also pay attention to her body, if there is a good one, if the girl wakes up, ......"

Mother Liu couldn't cry.

Old Madam Song covered her tears and walked out, looking up and glancing outside the courtyard: "How are those people interrogated?" ”

Mother Liu said softly: "It's almost, the confession is right, when the girl had an accident, those people gathered together, and no one was alone." ”

There was no light in sight in her cloudy eyes, and Mrs. Song sighed again: "Let it go." ”

Liu's mother was surprised: "The old lady ......"

Old Madam Song waved her hand: "Repair a book, and send it to Hanyuan immediately." When the gun shoots out the first bird, how big are the branches, and what can hinder others? I think it's our Song family that is in the limelight and is blocking those people's way. ”

Mother Liu was frightened: "Then what should we do now?" ”

Old Madam Song is colorful: "Wait." ”

After spending so much time to harm Song Lingzhi's life, there will definitely be a plan, but I don't know who Song Hanyuan offended in business, so he actually stretched out his hand to Song Lingzhi.

Old Madam Song raised her eyebrows together and was puzzled, and sent someone to He Ming's courtyard again: "That child is about to be in spring, but he has not woken up yet." Quickly let people heal well, save delays. Also, did Wei Ziyuan find it? That's a good boy, too, Lord Protector. ”

Liu's mother: "I sent someone to look for it earlier, and the farmers along the coast also sent people to look for it, and I thought there would be a reply soon." ”

While talking, I suddenly heard the little maid outside the courtyard come and say that the lady was coming.

The moss is cold, and the white stone is on the road.

Jiang was dressed in an ivory white plain skirt, holding Chun Tao's hand and walking slowly. Her face was indifferent, and she blessed the old lady of Song: "Mother." ”

Old Madam Song held the Buddha beads in her hand, and sneered when she heard this: "It's fast, if it's late, maybe you won't even be able to catch up with the last one." ”

Jiang's face was as usual, and he didn't even frown lightly between his eyebrows: "Life and death are fateful, if there is really such a catastrophe in life, it is also her fate......"

"Bastard thing!"

There was a crisp sound of "clang", the teacup shattered to the ground, and Mrs. Song was extremely angry, "Get out!" Zhizhi can't afford a mother like you, if it weren't for your Jiang family......"

Halfway through speaking, I saw the doctor walking out of the warm pavilion with the medicine box, and the old lady Song hurriedly stopped her voice and greeted her: "Doctor, how is my granddaughter?" ”

The doctor shook his head, and stopped talking: "The old man tried his best, but he just ......"

Old Madam Song gritted her teeth: "It's okay, you just tell the truth." ”

The doctor sighed: "Don't blame the old lady, it's just that the young lady is seriously ill now, and there are some things...... It's better to plan ahead of time. ”

Mrs. Song was like a blow to the head.

When the doctor said this, he asked her to prepare for the future.

The white-haired person sends the black-haired person, how big are her branches......

The room was silent, and then everyone hid their faces and wiped their tears, crying endlessly.

Old Madam Song held on, her body shaking: "There is no other way?" ”

The doctor stroked his beard and sighed heavily.

"Naturally, I shouldn't say that. However, now the pulse of the young lady comes and goes, and it looks like her soul is incomplete. Why don't the old lady rush to other happy events, maybe tomorrow will be fine. ”