The night rain is drizzling, and the moss is thick and thin.
The rain continued for a whole day and a whole night.
A bronze ox-horn lamp hung under the eaves, the candlelight flickering and dim.
Qiu Yan's eyes are filled with tears, their eyes are red and swollen like almonds, and they cry like a tearful person.
The lattice wooden door behind her was pushed open, and Bai Zhi walked out quietly, holding the wash basin in both hands, with fatigue evident between her brows.
Qiuyan hurriedly wiped her tears and stepped forward: "Sister Baizhi, how is the girl?"
Bai Zhi made a gesture to her to keep quiet, and slowly moved to the eaves with Qiu Yan. Bai Zhi said softly: "The fever is gone."
Song Lingzhi had a high fever for a day and a night. Qiuyan and Baizhi were both terrified. They took strong liquor and wiped Song Lingzhi's body several times, but it was of no use.
After all this trouble, she finally got the news that Song Lingzhi's fever had subsided. Qiu Yan covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Amitabha, Amitabha, if the fever continues, I'm really afraid something bad will happen to me."
Before she finished speaking, Qiuyan's voice began to sob, "Miss, what have you done to offend someone? How could you have to run into something like this? If only the old lady were here, it would have been much better."
She choked up and cried, "I don't know whether Mr. He, Mr. He..."
Bai Zhi glared at her several times, holding Qiu Yan's hand and standing further away, her eyes passing through the tightly closed wooden door: "You are dying, but you don't even say nice things. If the person in the room hears it, he will be sad again."
Qiuyan quickly wiped away her tears: "Sister taught me a lesson, I will never dare to do it again."
After all, it was she who acted on her own initiative and secretly hid the family letter. If not for this, Song Lingzhi would not have collapsed to this point and went to Shen Yan in the rain to ask for an explanation.
After wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Qiuyan swallowed the sobs in her throat and said, "Sister, please go back to your room and rest first. I'll be watching over you, young lady."
Baizhi was worried and wanted to stay with her.
Qiuyan smiled and said, "Sister, please go quickly. Otherwise, when we get up tomorrow, neither of us will be able to hold on, and there will be no one to take care of the girl."
This does make sense, and Bai Zhi hasn't slept for a whole day and night. She's half-sleepy now, and I'm afraid she won't be able to take good care of the patient.
After giving a few simple instructions, Bai Zhi walked slowly and quietly towards the east side room, lifting her skirt.
The courtyard is deep, lonely and empty.
Qiu Yan held a candle to illuminate the night. Song Lingzhi was lying on the chaise longue with her eyes slightly covered. Her black hair lightly hung on the pillow and her slender white hands lightly rested on the couch.
Qiuyan tiptoed forward and quietly tucked in the brocade quilt for Song Lingzhi, then knelt on the footstool beside the couch to keep watch.
The sound of rain continued until dawn, when the rain finally stopped.
The sky was gray and smoky. Song Lingzhi opened his eyes, but his eyes, which had been dried by crying, were numb and dull.
She blinked her long eyelashes, but before she could say anything, she suddenly heard Qiuyan beside the couch exclaim, "Girl, you're awake!"
She hurriedly shouted outside, "Sister Baizhi, Sister Baizhi, the girl is awake!"
A slender figure turned around behind the brocade screen. Bai Zhi only had time to put on her outer robe, walked quickly to Song Lingzhi's couch, and brought a blue satin pillow for Song Lingzhi to lean on.
After helping her to wash and brush her teeth, Baizhi brought some glutinous rice porridge from the kitchen.
But Song Lingzhi really couldn't eat any more, so he ate just two bites and put it down, leaning listlessly on the pillow.
The Yinghua window was half-open, and through the window drawer, one could vaguely see the foggy sky outside the window.
There were three things on the lacquered wooden table: a stove, a bottle and so on. Perhaps worried that she was suffering from nightmares, Qiuyan took a sweet dream incense and lit it for Song Lingzhi.