Shen Qingxuan sat by the bed, looked down at the woman on the bed quietly, the woman only showed a sallow face, her lips were pale, and the heavy quilt was pressed on her body, as if the quilt was just a piece of thin paper, flat, No human form can be seen.
Shen Qingxuan knew that it wasn't like this originally, the woman had a slender frame, although her body was small when held in her arms, it was fleshy, soft, and smelled like rouge, and she once had a child of his.
Now, the child is gone. Although the woman has not died yet, she doesn't know how long she can last.
Everyone in the Shen family felt that she would not survive tonight. It's just that I'm young, and my bones have always been strong, so I've survived until now.
The oil is almost exhausted and the lamp is dry.
Shen Qingxuan looked at it for a while, then stretched out his clenched hand in his sleeve. In his palm was a smashed black ink ingot, black with purple in it, extremely precious. Without even thinking about it, Shen Qingxuan threw that piece of ink ingot that had been stored for many years into the crazily burning charcoal brazier. With a crackling sound, it instantly burned red without feeling distressed.
The hundred-year-old ink ingot was made by the masters of the previous dynasty. The material selection is extremely harsh and picky, and it contains various rare medicinal materials in the world, such as pearl powder, osmanthus, ginseng, poria cocos, ganoderma, etc., etc., the ink made , It can be written for a hundred years without fading. Because of the precious materials, a piece the size of a fingernail is also worth a thousand gold. Such ink can be used for writing, but also for keeping life.
Shen Qingxuan took the tongs, picked up the burnt ink, put it into a small bowl, took hot wine, poured it on, used the silver soup to turn it into soup, asked someone to help Xiao Tao, and gave her the ink wine by himself I poured it in.
After a stick of incense, Xiao Tao's cold body covered in cold sweat began to improve. The temperature of the charcoal brazier finally had an effect on her. Xiao Tao's body warmed up, her breathing became more even, and she was no longer weak.
Shen Qingxuan took good care of him, and stayed for a while before leaving the little peach house and returning to his small nanmu building.
Everyone in the Shen family knew that Shen Qingxuan had two ink ingots in his hands, one of which was extremely precious medicinal ink, two finger thick, carved running script with ink bamboo, it was extremely rare for a complete ink ingot. There is no ink like this on the market today. But he told him to crush it because of a concubine, melted the soup, and fed it to Xiaotao. That was more than ten years ago, Master Shen exchanged some snowflake silver plus land deeds, which were specially prepared for the frail and sick Young Master Shen just in case.
The last time Young Master Shen was seriously ill, and the last time the snake venom entered his internal organs, he was not willing to use it. Why, give it to a concubine now
All kinds of discussions are like snowflakes falling in this winter, drifting away one after another.
"Xiao Tao can't be favored? Who would believe it?!" "Concubine? I'm afraid even the main wife is not so kind?" That's right, I got a boy in one fell swoop, although I'm gone. Maybe there will be a group of children in the future."...
Shen Qingxuan didn't care about other people's comments, but the Shen family's mistress couldn't help but care. Shen's mother went to find Shen Qingxuan once, and although she didn't say it outright, Shen Qingxuan understood the meaning of what she said: she was just a concubine, and a maid. You treat her too dearly, and people with low lives can't bear it.
Shen Qingxuan was noncommittal, and nodded in obedience.
So Xiaotao wakes up, can eat soup, and walks around. Shen Qingxuan never went to see it again.
Yimo came that day, held him in his arms, healed his wounds, and left again.
Shen Qingxuan knew that Yi Mo had something to do, so he didn't keep him. After all, the pungent bloody smell emanating from Yi Mo's body was too strong, even a fool could tell that Yi Mo had withdrawn in the middle of the battle. Shen Qingxuan knew that he was just a mere mortal, he didn't understand, and he couldn't care about the matters of demons and demons. As long as Yi Mo was not injured and the blood was not his, Shen Qingxuan would not take all this to heart.
Yi Mo said that he would come back to him after the matter was finished.
Shen Qingxuan agreed.
In the twinkling of an eye, it was another half a month. This year's Ruixue, the garden was cleared of snow. On the road, Shen Qingxuan sat on a wheelbarrow and was pushed by a servant to Xiaotao's yard. On the way, he watched the corners on both sides of the road. The little snowmen piled up by the maids who are still alive are chubby ones, with eyes made of charcoal wood, noses made of radish, and branches stuck in their heads. They squat in rows under the courtyard wall, vivid and childish.
Three or four charcoal pots were set up in the small peach room, and the charcoal fire was burning fiercely, making the house as warm as spring.
Xiaotao had a small baby, so she was not allowed to go down to the ground, she snuggled up on the pillow to rest. The smell of charcoal fire mixed with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the room makes it feel peaceful and warm.
Shen Qingxuan waved the maids back and told them to play in the snow in the yard. The maids were very happy and trotted out of the room. Only then did Shen Qingxuan approach the bed, lifted the soft curtain, and called out to Xiaotao.
Xiaotao seemed to be sleeping but was dozing off. At first she didn't hear clearly, but then she heard a man calling her, and her heart skipped a beat. She wondered where did the boy Meng Lang come from who didn't know how to behave, and dared to break into her boudoir. If she goes out, how will she survive? ! When he opened his eyes suddenly, it was Shen Qingxuan, who was stunned immediately, and called out in disbelief: "Master?"
Shen Qingxuan smiled and said "Mmm", looking at those eyes that were staring in shock, he asked, "How is your body?"
Xiaotao was still in a daze, looked at that face and subconsciously replied: "It's much better," suddenly came back to her senses, "Master, can you talk now?!"
Shen Qingxuan covered her lips with his hand and let out a "shh".
Xiaotao looked at him stupidly, it took a while to wake up, and she nodded quickly.
"It's been a few months since I recovered my voice." Shen Qingxuan said, raising his eyes still warmly, but said with something in his words: "It's not time to tell you yet. Do you understand?"
Xiaotao thought that no one at home knew about it these past few months, and she hadn't heard the maids talking about it in the past two days, and she immediately understood what Shen Qingxuan meant. He only told her and never told anyone else, so naturally she couldn't leak the news. Hastily nodded.
Shen Qingxuan was a little surprised by her intelligence. Feeling regretful in my heart, I waited and watched her for a long time before sighing: "Maybe I shouldn't have married you back then."
Xiao Tao's face turned pale, "Master?"
Shen Qingxuan shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Back then your uncle was going to sell you to my house. He got tuberculosis two years ago and died already. Your aunt is also a shrew. Her life is hard and she can't tolerate you talking. I I originally thought that you have no father or mother, and no one to rely on. Even if you let you go out, your life may not be better than it is now. Although I can't give you a good name, I can still make you well-clothed and well-fed. Being a servant, no matter how bad it is, is better than living in the wind and sleeping in the open... That's why I promised my mother to take you into the house. In the future, you will have a son under your knees, and you will have something to rely on in the house, and you will not suffer in your life—even for so many years, you It's not in vain to serve me."
Xiaotao's eyes turned red, thinking of sad things, she was speechless, she just lowered her head and called in a low voice: "Master."
"I know you are smart. Ever since you became a mother, you have been more cautious in your actions. You will never fall in the snow for no reason." Shen Qingxuan looked at her, looked away after a while, and said again "I don't think anyone will harm you when you come to this mansion. It's probably because your companion who used to be a maid came to play with you. Seeing that you are much more noble than her, I felt aggrieved. I pushed and pushed, but I didn't expect to hurt you." You are so heavy."
What was hidden in Xiaotao's heart was actually hit by him in such an understatement, her heart skipped a beat, she didn't know what to say. She used to be a girl, and when girls were together, they used to laugh and play without any scruples. Now that she is an aunt, she is much more lonely. It’s rare to have a companion come to look for it, so I naturally agreed to be stubborn together, and it snowed heavily again, and I went crazy when building a snowman. The companion pushed her unintentionally, but because the snow was too slippery, she fell heavily fall.
Xiaotao knew that as an aunt, she played with the maids and lost her dignity. She was already guilty, and she lost her child again, so she almost died. She just wished that this matter would never be mentioned again.
But Shen Qingxuan, who was silent in the past, hit the nail on the head.
Xiaotao couldn't tell whether the girl who pushed her was on purpose or not.
Shen Qingxuan was still looking at her, although there was no sense of blame in that look, Xiao Tao was sweating profusely.
"Xiao Tao." Shen Qingxuan finally spoke, Xiao Tao pricked up her ears to listen, but she heard him say: "I know it's not your fault about the child, but it's still very sad."
Xiao Tao muttered: "Master..."
"Forget it, let's pretend it never happened." Shen Qingxuan was silent for a moment, and said: "I see that you are also in great pain now, how about I send you out to relax?"
Xiaotao was stunned, and suddenly thought that he didn't want her, opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, and shed two lines of tears in vain.
"I bought a property outside the city, and it has been vacant for two years. You can move there. Although it is not as magnificent as Shen Yuan's house, it is full of girls and servants." Shen Qingxuan seemed to have never seen anything. Ban said indifferently: "If you agree, I will give you the land deed, and I will also give you a place to settle down and live without worrying about food and clothing."
Looking at Xiao Tao's expression again, Shen Qingxuan continued: "If you have a sweetheart in the future, that house deed will also be your dowry."
"Master?" Xiao Tao couldn't understand what he meant for a moment, and looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"Although I accepted you into the room, I never really liked you. You know that too." Shen Qingxuan finally opened his mouth, "After such a thing, I also figured it out. I thought I was doing you a favor, but in reality it was harming you." You. After all, you have served me for so many years, and I don’t want to treat you badly. The rural scenery is very beautiful, and the nearby farmhouses are also simple and honest. I will send you to relax first. If you want to come back to be restrained after a year, you Just come back, it’s still my concubine’s room. If you don’t want to come back, just stay there, the deed and land deed will be given to you, if you find someone you like in the future, and treat you well, you can marry him, have children, and It's better than following a ruthless wretch like me."
Seeing that Xiaotao didn't answer, Shen Qingxuan said: "Think about it carefully."
Xiaotao was still in a daze, she never thought that something like this would happen in a turn of events. Sitting blankly on the head of the bed, he didn't even know that Shen Qingxuan had left.
When Yi Mo came back again, Shen Qingxuan was rubbing his forehead, kneading the dried lotus on the paper into a ball, and throwing it aside.
After painting for two consecutive days, the paintings were not satisfactory, Shen Qingxuan was annoyed, and replayed the paperweight resentfully, with a deep muffled sound.
Yi Mo said: "I'm not welcome?"
Shen Qingxuan raised his head, "You're back?" His face was full of joy.
There was no falsification of joy, and there was no hiding, as if the anger and irritability before, the anxiety and anxiety of waiting had never existed.
Putting down the pen in his hand, Shen Qingxuan looked at the black robe on his body, and then nodded, "Did you come after you've taken care of it this time?"
"Yeah." Yi Mo walked over, picked up the crumpled paper on the ground and spread it out, while looking at it, he responded, "Did you frown last time, did you think my body smelled like blood?"
"Who dares to dislike you?" Shen Qingxuan laughed, "I think you are the most suitable person if you are clean. With some blood on you, you don't look like a monster anymore."
Yi Mo glanced at him, took the pen and ink on the case, added two strokes to the dry lotus in the pond, and asked, "It doesn't look like a demon, what does it look like?"
"A demon who kills people without blinking an eye." Shen Qingxuan said, leaning close to his hand to watch him revise the painting, there were two more ripples, and a mountain covered in clouds and mist in the distance. It was indescribably elegant and lofty. He said, "tsk."
"..." Yi Mo turned his face and frowned slightly: "What does 'tsk' mean?"
"I have nothing to say." Shen Qingxuan pulled his sleeve with a smile, took the pen and put it aside, and said, "It's an old demon snake who has lived for thousands of years. I don't know how to draw out this calligraphy when it is passed on. It’s not an exaggeration to spend a thousand dollars on a romantic talk.”
Yi Mo flicked his forehead mockingly, "You don't know that gold and silver are like dung?"
Shen Qingxuan grabbed the hand on his forehead, stuck it to his face, opened his mouth to take a bite, and then licked his lips, "Whether it's gold or silver or dung, how can it compare to a beauty?"
Yi Mo looked at him for a while, then shook his head: "You are really stalking like this."
Shen Qingxuan laughed, "You can also... hit the snake with a stick." Clutching that cold big hand, Shen Qingxuan smiled meaningfully, opened the skirt of his clothes, stuck it to his skin, and asked: "What do you mean?" Snake, do you want to stick it with you?" The last sentence was soft and soft, provocative.
Yi Mo didn't hesitate, picked him up and walked towards the bed.
Shen Qingxuan was still smiling, very heartily.
It seems that no matter whether he is in danger or not, no matter how unfair the world is to him, no matter whether the future is unpredictable or not, as long as he sees him, as long as he hears him, he can laugh out loud.
Like a golden flower growing from the bottom of my heart, no matter how dark the world is, there is a warm place that is always bright.