“Cough, cough”, “Cough, cough”…
Shen Luo suddenly woke up from his sleep with a subconscious and rapid cough. He opened his mouth and took a few deep breaths, then quickly took out a small bottle from under the pillow, poured out a yellow pill the size of a bean and swallowed it.
After he sat motionless for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the stuffiness and coldness in his chest gradually subside.
After giving a bitter smile, Shen Luo slowly put on the clothes that were neatly folded on the chair next to him, then habitually glanced at the desk in the corner.
A pale yellow, tattered book was quietly placed on the table, with five neatly written black characters "Chun Hua Yi Wen Zhi" on the surface.
Shen Luo frowned, then withdrew his gaze, slowly opened the door and walked out of the house.
"Young Master."
There was a young servant in blue clothes, about twelve or thirteen years old, guarding outside the door. When he saw Shen Luo coming out, he hurried forward to greet him.
In the distance, there are large and continuous groups of houses with red tiles and white walls. There are about forty or fifty houses of various sizes.
"How many times did I cough last night? Was there any other movement?" Shen Luo glanced at the servant and asked lightly.
"Young Master, you coughed thirteen times last night, but there was no other sound." The servant replied with some dark bags under his eyes, and was vaguely afraid of Shen Luo.
Shen Luo nodded, without asking any more questions, and walked straight past the servant.
The young servant in blue followed closely behind him tactfully.
After Shen Luo passed through several long corridors and a garden covering an area of about an acre, he came to a building that looked like a main hall.
When the two maids standing in front of the hall saw this, they hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and their expressions also showed fear of Shen Luo.
"Luo'er, you're here. How did you sleep last night? Come in quickly and drink some ginseng soup. I asked the servants to prepare it for you." A man's concerned voice came from the hall.
"Thank you for your concern, father. I had a good rest last night." Shen Luo's expression moved slightly, he replied, and walked into the hall.
There was a round table filled with delicious food in the hall, with several people sitting around it. Sitting at the main seat was a middle-aged man in his forties with slightly gray hair, looking a bit prematurely aged.
The middle-aged man was Shen Luo’s father, Shen Yuange, who was looking at Shen Luo happily at this moment.
"Brother Luo is up! Xiao Cui, serve the ginseng soup quickly. Didn't you hear the master's order?" A beautiful woman with hair full of pearls and jade standing next to Shen Yuange forced a smile when she saw Shen Luo.
"Thank you, Second Mother."
Shen Luo nodded indifferently at the woman.
"Brother."
"Brother."
A young boy and a young girl standing next to the woman also stood up and greeted Shen Luo. They were about fourteen or fifteen years old, and looked 30% similar to Shen Luo. They were his half-siblings, one named Shen Ci and the other Shen Mumu.
The two were born from the same womb, but their reactions towards Shen Luo were very different.
Brother Shen Ci looked at Shen Luo with an evasive gaze, which was somewhat similar to the expressions of those servants.
After saying hello, younger sister Shen Mumu looked like a curious baby who was restless and seemed to want to ask her elder brother Shen Luo something, but when she looked at Shen Yuange standing beside her, she hesitated.