These two people are both my cousins, who grew up in a small place. If their parents choose their own relatives, they must be chosen among these two people.
She is afraid that she can't wait for Zhao Yong to ask His Majesty to marry him. Is it possible that she still has no chance to marry Zhao Yong in this life? She hates it in her heart.
When the painting hall saw the girl without speaking, she sat on the bed blankly, crying hard, and she understood in her heart.
"Girl, don't be sad for the first time. It's just that you are here to propose a marriage, and you haven't decided who it is." Painted the painting hall persuaded, "The slave and maid had already asked Shaoguang to inquire. As soon as there is any news, he will immediately report it to the girl. Girl, Don't cry anymore. Turning around and hurting your body is not worth it."
Lin Wan was really scared in her heart. If she remarried Lu Yuan in this life, she would really have the heart to die.
"Painting Hall..." she called, and turned her face away, hot tears rolled down, her eyes were a little dull and said, "You go to the yard and get a basin of cold water."
"Girl, do you want to wash up?" The painting hall stood up and said, "The slave and maid will get you hot water."
"No!" she yelled and insisted, "Long Shui."
The painting hall had no choice but to turn around and do the same, and came in with a basin of cold water.
"Girl, the maidservant is already..." Before the painting hall finished speaking, Lin Wan got up, walked to the side of the case, and poured all the cold water that had been placed on the case on him.
In an instant, she was soaked all over, and the drops of water dripped down the pink silk coat, falling on the wooden floor.
"Go get another pot." Before the painting hall could react, Lin Wan ordered to go down again.
The painting hall refused to follow, hugging his master and cried: "No, it's not possible. Girl, it's not worth it, don't ruin your body like this, what if you leave the root of the disease? A woman's body suffers the most from the cold. Girl, let's think of another way."
"Are you going?" Lin Wan stood in the room blankly, his eyes were irrelevant, and his eyes fell on the painting hall vainly, "Or sick or dead, which one do you hope to be?"
The painting hall also cried, biting his lips tightly, and then reluctantly went out as instructed.
Although the weather in early summer is getting warmer, the wind in the early morning is still cold, so if you pour a few pots of water on it, it's hard to think about getting sick.
At noon, Lin Wan started to have a fever, and her whole body was hot.
Xue Ying originally met the two juniors in the front yard with her husband. The couple wanted to marry their daughter to a nephew who was close to them. They had been arguing. The two had already quarreled, and they had to fight each other.
When the argument was over, a woman rushed to tell her: "Master, madam, girl, she is sick."
"What?" Xue Ying didn't care about quarreling anymore, and walked away.
Lin Chengyin became worried for a while when he heard that his daughter was sick, and then went to Lin Wan's courtyard.
Someone had already invited Doctor Qin to come. When Xue Ying and his wife rushed in, Doctor Qin took the pulse, and saw Xue Ying and Lin Chengyin back, and said hurriedly: "The girl was caught in the cold and her heart became frustrated, so she was seriously ill. "Yes." As he said, he took a pen and wrote a prescription, "You need a good rest, and you must tie the bell to untie the bell. If the girl still doesn't go well, it will be difficult for the disease to get better." Jiang Fang Zi handed it to the painting hall on one side and said, "Grab the medicine, quickly boil it and feed the girl to drink it." Then he hugged Lin Chengyin and his wife and said, "The old man will leave first."
Xue Ying didn't care about sending Doctor Qin off, so she leaned forward and sat down by the bed, took out her veil and wiped her tears and said, "Wan Wan, don't scare your mother, what's wrong with you? Yesterday was obviously fine." asked the painting again. Tang, "What's the matter with the girl?"
The painting hall hesitated, wanted to say, but didn't dare to say.
"Mother..." Lin Wan called weakly, weakly, "My daughter doesn't want to marry, no one wants to marry. If my parents push their daughter again, the daughter's illness may not be cured."
"Well, don't marry or marry, who dares to say that I want to marry my girl, who will I turn my face with." After saying that, he immediately raised his head and gave Lin Chengyin a fierce look.
Lin Chengyin said, "What are you staring at me for? Didn't you just keep complimenting Brother Ping?"
"You dare to say it!" Xue Ying jumped up and saw that her daughter was so ill. She was really angry, so she sprinkled her anger on her husband, stretched out her hand to grab him and said, "Just your nephew! What did he hit? Idea, what is your idea, don't think I don't know! Hmph, let me tell you, as long as I'm on the side, your nephew don't want to get a little benefit from my girl."
Xue Ying's nails were long and sharp, and this time he started to make it fiercely, so that Lin Chengyin's hands and face were all slender scratches.
Because he couldn't do anything, he couldn't fight, so he had to escape.
Seeing him fleeing with his head, Xue Ying gave up, and then promised again and again: "Wan Wan, you don't want to marry your mother and not force you, but you must get better soon, you know?"
"Daughter knows, thank you mother." There were tears in the corner of Lin Wan's eyes. Although she knew that this matter would not be solved so easily, at least mother was on her side.
After burning for a day, at night, in a daze, Lin Wan saw Zhao Yong.
He was dressed in a black robe, and his face was as beautiful as a white jade. His expression was very complicated at this moment, with anger, cherishment, and worry.
Lin Wan only felt that she was burnt, and then dreamed of him again. She instinctively closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, the person was still there.
He sat quietly on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to poke his face, and she could feel his presence.
"Zidu..." Lin Wan whispered softly, tears falling, pouring over the hot cheeks.