In Gu's house, a lamp burned quietly, casting three figures on the window paper.
"She can investigate whatever she wants..." Gu Shiba Niang said calmly while stroking the scroll, "I don't care who she wants to deal with, but if she threatens me, I won't let her take advantage..."
"She will never take advantage, miss, don't worry." Lingyuan said.
Although he was standing indoors, he still did not take off his cloak, and it was obvious that he did not intend to stay longer.
Gu Shiba Niang shook her head at him and smiled reassuringly at him, "This is not a matter of life and death. I can handle it. You don't have to worry..."
Lingyuan nodded and glanced at Gu Shiba Niang's face with some nostalgia.
"Brother, have a bowl of tea soup..." Lingbao happily brought over the warm and delicious soup.
Lingyuan smiled at his sister, took it and drank it in one breath.
"I'm leaving." Lingyuan took a deep look at the two of them again.
The chrysanthemum lamp in the room is warm, and the smile is real and soft. He could have all these things every day, but he made mistakes every step of the way because of a wrong thought.
"Brother..." Lingbao reluctantly grabbed his sleeve.
Lingyuan stroked her head, his eyes were filled with reluctance, but he turned away without hesitation.
"I'll see you off." Gu Shiba Niang stood up and followed.
Lingyuan hesitated slightly. I'm afraid such opportunities will become less and less, so let him be greedy again.
The two walked side by side, with Lingbao holding a lantern leading the way. The night was thick and the moon and stars were sparse, casting a layer of bright gauze over the earth.
"When our family went to Nanzhang, were you the one who sent those people?" Gu Shiba Niang asked.
"Yes..." Lingyuan replied in a low voice, "Miss, don't blame Lingbao, I made my own decision..."
"How could I blame you? I should thank you. Just tell me in advance next time." Gu Shiba Niang turned to look at him and smiled.
The relationship between the Zhu family and Gu Hai is like this, and what Lingyuan is worried about is exactly what Gu Shiba Niang wants.
In the past, he relied on Gu Shiniang, but now he relies on a traitor, but he has never relied on his own strength.
Lingyuan lowered his eyes slightly and expressed his gratitude.
"Have you been busy lately?" Gu Shiba Niang looked at him again and asked.
Because of his identity, it was so awkward to ask this question, which was originally a very ordinary concern.
Lingyuan expressed his gratitude, and then continued, "I'm... studying."
It seems a little embarrassing to say this.
"Reading?" Gu Shiba Niang was very interested, looked at him and smiled, "That's great, what are you reading?"
Lingyuan was even more embarrassed. He pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.
"Hey, are you embarrassed to tell me?" Gu Shiba Niang looked at him with a half-smile, then reached out and patted his arm.
"It's not anything...it's just the Book of Songs..." Lingyuan whispered.
"The Book of Songs? That's very good. I remember my father said that in fact, what poetry expresses is people, their nature, what they want, and what they do. I also like the Book of Songs very much." Gu Shiba Niang looked up and looked at it. The night sky, with a hint of recollection, said, "Three hundred poems can be summed up in one sentence, saying, thinking is innocent."
He talked a lot and walked a short distance, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the door. The two families who had been waiting here hurriedly opened the door.
"Take care." Gu Shiba Niang looked at him and said solemnly.
Lingyuan understood what she meant, lowered his gaze slightly, cupped his hands, turned and walked into the darkness.
The night was deep, and the bustling capital city finally fell into a deep sleep.
In Fuyuan Duke's Mansion, Mrs. Shen San's residence was isolated, but the lights were still on. She was leaning on the soft pillow, squinting her eyes slightly, and speaking slowly. There was a servant girl sitting at the table, writing.
As the last word fell, the maid stood up, shook the letter, and carefully handed it to Mrs. Shen San for her to read.
Mrs. Shen San then looked at it casually.
"Madam, you said that you want the young lady from my uncle's family to marry Dayou Sheng. Well, Dayou Sheng is a merchant. I'm afraid my uncle and madam won't be happy with it." The servant woman asked cautiously.
Mrs. Shen San threw the letter to her casually, "You don't understand this. Whether you are happy or unhappy in this life depends on the conditions given by the other party. I think my sister-in-law should be very satisfied with my conditions... ..”
The servant girl couldn't help but wipe her sweat when she remembered the vague mention in the letter about asking for an order from her uncle's wife.
As the daughter-in-law of Duke Fuyuan, although the relationship is a bit far away, she can at least talk to Duke Fuyuan, and her son is very likely to become the next Duke Fuyuan in the future. It is not difficult to ask for a royal decree, but it is not What a sentence.
To make such a big deal just for a cheap maid who had slapped her face before, this Mrs. Shen San is really a bit evil.
"Just in case, the relationship between the promising young master and that cheap maid is stronger than gold..." the maid reminded her dutifully.
Mrs. Shen San laughed and said, "Love is stronger than gold?"
She seemed to hear such a funny joke that tears of laughter were about to fall.
"When people go to higher places, water flows to lower places. This is the order of heaven and earth. How can you think that others choose the better and call them ruthless?" Mrs. Shen San stopped laughing and put on a kind and kind mimi. Smiling, he said to the servant woman.
This kind of smile made the servant shudder, and she hurriedly bowed and laughed repeatedly, "You little fool, how do you know this? I just heard it sung like this in the lyrics..."
Mrs. Shen San snorted and said nothing.
"However, what you said is correct. It's not that that bitch is a great pharmacist. Everyone in the medicine merchants compliments her, so it is very possible to say that Da Yousheng loves her more than Jin Jian. What about this merchant? There is no shortage of money, but they lack power. Even though they are well-dressed and look humane in front of and behind them, they are just trees without roots. The higher they grow, the easier they are to fall, so they need a support pole, even if it is a small tree. Small support poles are also extremely rare for them. However, in the Zhou Dynasty, the boundaries between scholars, farmers, industry and commerce were clearly defined. It is difficult for these generations of merchants to marry a real lady from aristocratic families. Those ladies from aristocratic clans are too poor to take the blame. She will never give up her identity and get married," Mrs. Shen San said with a smile while twiddling her fingernails. "Although Mr. Seventh Uncle is just a civil servant, he is not a scholar raised by several generations of poverty. Our Zhao family can be considered a wealthy family. , Secondly, there are many people in the Shen family here who are eagerly waiting for such good things. It is their turn to have a prosperous life, so I should thank that bitch. "
The maid hurriedly nodded in agreement, folded the letter and sealed it, then paused again and thought of something important.
"What if..." She looked up and murmured.
Mrs. Shen San frowned slightly, with some impatience on her face. After enduring for so many years, she finally got her wish. She got her wish, then those who had prevented her from getting her wish should pay the price.
The little beast's legs were finally disabled, and the old guy became a useless person who only wanted to eat and sleep. And with the help of the little beast's illness and disability, his son finally got a chance to leave a good legacy in front of Duke Fuyuan. The impression is that as long as her son becomes the heir of Duke Fuyuan, in the future her mother will be able to be proud and proud in front of the elders of the Zhao family, let them bow their heads in front of her, and get rid of the person who suppressed her during her lifetime. After his death, Zhao still suppressed him.
Shen Anlin is disabled, has become a waste, and will die soon...
"Don't ever think about joining that old guy in your life. When your son dies, I will smash your mother and son into ashes. I will overwhelm you in this life, and you won't be able to stand up again in the next life." Mrs. Shen San held up her hands Holding it tightly, a smile that seemed like joy, hate, and sadness appeared on his face.
What the maid was about to say was so frightened by her smile that she swallowed it back. She picked up the letter and bowed out, closing the door before letting out a sigh of relief.
"What if there is no love between that bitch and that rich young man?" She still voiced her doubts in a low voice, "Wouldn't it be a waste of time chasing a whirlwind in a rough field? Or, in other words, it's still a waste of time. If anyone else has feelings for her, they can't just interfere in her way, right? Besides, there aren't that many daughters to marry..."
She shook her head, but with the current mentality of Mrs. Shen San, she would not let one go even if she killed a hundred people by mistake. Anyway, Mrs. Shen San had no loss herself, so she should just treat it as idle and have nothing to play. Only this bitch The maid prayed to God to bless Mrs. Shen San to vent her anger as soon as possible and let her go. The same goes for this little girl. No matter what you do to provoke her, children are just children. They don’t know how to advance or retreat. It’s really good to let go of such a good thing as marrying into the Shen family. Life is just asking for trouble.
The night finally swallowed up the light in Mrs. Shen's room. After a short period of darkness, the east began to turn white. A fast horse galloped over. The man on the horse shouted an emergency report and shocked the duty room of the official office. At the same time, the morning light kicked off the day.
The Mid-Autumn Festival arrived in two days. This was the first time since her rebirth that Gu Shiba Niang celebrated the festival by herself. Although Lingbao was with her to laugh and have fun, she still felt a little sad.
The person sent to deliver Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to Cao and Gu Hai and to ask them when they would return did not come back, and there was no news.
A table of good wine and food was set up, and Gu Shiba Niang gave it all to her servants to enjoy. She only sat for a while, then wrapped herself in a cloak and sat in the garden to admire the moon. While playing the xun to relieve her worries, she suddenly listened to someone To report that Peng Yizhen and his family had arrived, she hurriedly dressed and came out to meet them. The originally lonely living room was already full of laughter and lively.
Not only Peng Yizhen's family came, but Xin Chaoyang also came.
"I know Madam and Master are not at home, but I'm afraid that Miss will cry alone..." Peng Yizhen laughed.
"Look at your bad mouth, how can you talk to a young lady..." Peng Yizhen's wife glared at him and scolded while holding the baby in her arms.
Peng Yizhen gave birth to another son. He was very proud of his life, but his reputation was still low.
"There are more people in the family now. Although we don't need to eat now, in the future I will have to eat as much as I can, and everything in Beijing is expensive. I think there will be no improvement in another six months, so I will go back to my hometown. After all, it is my own house. The land is a bit thin, so I can save money on the rent..." Peng Yizhen once revealed this idea to Gu Shiba Niang in private.
Everything has changed. Shen Anlin's legs are not disabled, and he naturally has no chance to let Peng Yizhen become famous. It was he who vowed to tell Peng Yizhen to come to the capital to become a miracle doctor, but it was he who changed this fate. .
This time was probably the last time they sat down to eat together. Gu Shiba Niang felt a little sad in her heart. For Peng Yi, although at the beginning of their acquaintance, everyone had their own thoughts and ideas, but along the way Until now, relatives are not better than relatives.
"Are you really crying?" Xin Chaoyang asked in a low voice.
"Do you think I can?" Gu Shiba Niang glanced at him, a smile appeared on her lips, she was very surprised by his arrival, "Why didn't you go back to Jiankang?"
Xin Chaoyang touched his nose but said nothing.
"Huh?" Gu Shiba Niang looked at him with some confusion, then smiled and said, "You can't make enough money. Doesn't the young master seem to be someone who doesn't know this truth?"
"I thought you wouldn't believe me if I told you, so I just stopped saying it." Xin Chaoyang smiled and turned to look at her.
Under the bright lotus leaf lamp, his eyes shine like stars.
Gu Shiba Niang almost blurted out the question, but suddenly she met his eyes and her words stopped abruptly.
The chatter and laughter of Peng Yizhen's family and the playing and singing of the maids brought by Xin Chaoyang seemed to have disappeared.
"Come, come, let's have a drink together. We are strangers in a foreign land, and we are both destitute people at the end of the world..." Peng Yizhen held up the wine glass and said.
This made everyone laugh, and they picked up the wine glass and drank it all. When they put down the wine glass, Gu Shiba Niang and Xin Chaoyang looked at each other, and then they all laughed.
"I believe it." She picked up the wine glass again, raised it to the rising sun, and said suddenly.
Xin Chaoyang looked up at her, and the smile spread in his eyes. He raised his wine glass and touched it lightly with Gu Shiba Niang's wine glass. In the cheerful piano and flute playing beside him, the crisp sounds fell clearly. in their hearts.
In the early morning, when Gu Shiba Niang woke up, she still had some residual headache. She drank two more glasses of wine last night. She rubbed her forehead and got up. As soon as she finished washing, she heard anxious footsteps outside the door.
"Miss..." Lingbao opened the door fiercely, his face turned pale, "A plague has broken out in the capital of Nanzhang, where the plague is located."
Gu Shiba Niang's complexion suddenly turned pale.
"Where did the news come from?" she asked, shaking her hands.
"The government, the news from the government, my brother asked someone to send it to him. He has already gone to Nanzhang and said that he would bring the madam and the young master back no matter what... Miss... Miss..." Lingbao said hurriedly, looking at Gu Shi Ba Niang couldn't stand steadily, so she rushed over to help her sit down on the chair.
After a busy period, Gu Shiba Niang stepped back and said she wanted to be quiet for a while.
Lingbao asked her to reassure her again and again, "Madam, the young master is an auspicious person and an official of the imperial court. He must be fine..."
No, they will not be auspicious people and heavenly ministers... Gu Shiba Niang stroked her head and waved her hand to signal Lingbao to step back. Her mind was buzzing and she needed to calm down.
There was finally silence in the room, and Gu Shiba Niang could only hear her own heavy breathing.
Epidemic... epidemic... This was the word she was most afraid of hearing. Isn't everything over? Hasn’t everything changed? Why is there still plague? Why does the demon plague appear next to my brother
She was shaking so much that she dropped a book on the corner of the table. The book fell to the ground, and a small strip of paper floated out.
Gu Shiba Niang recognized that this was the lottery that Lingbao asked her for at Peach Blossom Temple.
Her hands were shaking slightly, and she finally slowly reached out to pick it up. Trembling, she used all her strength to slowly open the note.
"Not moved, not moved, if it moves it becomes empty, it comes, it comes, it passes like a dream