In the evening, Granny Wei finally opened the bedroom door and let Jiang Heng out.
"Mother Wei, was that person killed by my mother?" Jiang Heng said immediately.
Madam Wei opened the door of the cabinet where Jiang Heng's robes were stored, pulled out the pure white underwear and trousers, and drew a picture on Jiang Heng's body. The short coat and middle robe are folded. Jiang Heng didn't like this dark black robe, and it was too big and baggy, so he was always reluctant to wear it.
"What to do?" Jiang Heng said, "Will you dress Geng Shu?"
Jiang Heng lives in a silent world most of the time. His mother rarely talks to him unless necessary. Granny Wei is dumb, but he is used to guessing the next series of events from the actions of others. He chased Granny Wei out, and sure enough, the bathtub in the side hall was filled with hot water drenched in white mist, and Geng Shu stood in the hall, ready to take a bath.
"Geng Shu, your name is Geng Shu, right? You're all right!" Jiang Heng hurriedly pushed open the door and went in. Geng Shu glanced at him sideways, and without avoiding him, he undressed in front of him.
Granny Wei put down the clean clothes she brought from Jiang Heng and went out again. Jiang Heng hadn't figured out for a while why his mother wanted to kill this little savage with a dagger the moment before, and then dismissed the idea the next moment.
"I'll help you." Jiang Heng said.
Geng Shu sat on the small bench, his upper body was naked, and he untied the leggings on his calf in a circle. There were blood blisters all over his ankles and the soles of his feet, sticking together. Jiang Hengguang felt pain when he saw it, and asked, "Why did you suffer such a serious injury?"
"I was bitten by a wolf." Geng Shu finally spoke and said the first sentence to Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng: "!!!"
Although Jiang Heng has never seen the world, he has read almost everything in the world.
"I know," Jiang Heng said, "there is a person in Jin named Mr. Dongguo..."
Jiang Heng described the fable of Mr. Dongguo and the wolf to Geng Shu. Geng Shu was a little fascinated by it. He sat naked on the bench and listened to the story. At the end, the sound of Granny Wei's footsteps was heard not far away, and Jiang Hengcai remembered taking a bath and urged, "It's not hot anymore, just go in and wash."
Geng Shu got up, standing half a head taller than Jiang Heng, Jiang Heng cushioned him with a bench and let him step into the bathtub. He tried the water with one hand, and it was just right for him. When Geng Shu immersed in it, it was excruciatingly painful—he had too many wounds on his body. pus.
Jiang Heng looked worriedly, but Geng Shu scratched his hair as if nothing was wrong.
Jiang Heng took the bath cloth and loofah, and said in a low voice, "I'll scrub it for you, it hurts too much for Granny Wei to move her hands."
Granny Wei helped him take a bath, Jiang Heng was about to peel off his skin. Once Geng Shu's wound was wiped off by her, the basin would be full of blood. Jiang Heng didn't even dare to imagine this scene. I thought about scrubbing Geng Shu clean first.
"Don't scratch." Jiang Heng pressed Geng Shusuo's hand on his back again and said, "I'll give you some medicine later, and it will heal slowly. How could it hurt so many places?"
Jiang Heng avoided Geng Shu's wound and gently rubbed along his neck, rubbing a layer of black dirt. Geng Shu said, "It hangs in the vine forest."
Granny Wei walked to the door of the side hall and caught a glimpse of Jiang Heng standing on the small bench, gently rubbing his neck with Geng Shu, who was immersed in the large bathtub, while Geng Shu was rubbing his face vigorously with a cloth.
In the main room, Mrs. Zhao was holding a medicine bowl, her breath was short, and she drank a small half bowl of medicine, her expression was bitter.
"You already knew," Mrs. Zhao murmured, "you already knew it! But you have kept it from me for so many years! That kid is already so old, and today, carrying his sword and his jade, came here. In front of me... even if I die, I can't rest my eyes..."
Mrs. Zhao's tears rolled down and fell into the medicine bowl, exuding together with the bitter medicinal gas.
Granny Wei sat on one side, with a look like a wooden sculpture in this dark room, with a gloomy wooden crutch across her knees.
"Ma'am," Madam Wei said, her voice was old and hoarse, "people are already dead, what's the point of pursuing them?"
"It doesn't make sense." Mrs. Zhao's voice was also hoarse and desperate, "My life is nothing but a piece of goods, from Juicang to Juicong, and then like a cow, horse and beast, I was given to Geng Yuan. This day is coming to an end, and when I heard that the day he died, I wanted to just go with him, but I couldn't let Heng Er go... Until I brought him up, I took care of myself... I just didn't expect that this would become A joke!"
Mrs. Zhao shook her head sadly: "The one who died for him was already Nie Qi, what is this life, what is the next life... The day I left Yongdu, I thought he would be a good man in this life, but he kept it from me for so long. He just begged me for Juicong because he saw me as pitiful."
"You have watched Geng Yuan grow up since you were a child, you have grown up with him, and now you have raised Da Heng'er. In your eyes, these two children are the same..."
Mrs. Zhao placed the medicine bowl on the table, and in front of the table were the black sword left by Geng Yuan, a half-moon-shaped jade jue, and the true martial arts tactics on the bottom.
"Devouring the Starry Sky: Sign In to God"
"But what about me?" Mrs. Zhao said solemnly, "I'm just a joke!"
"That child is also your son, ma'am," said Madam Wei in a low voice, "the seventh son is only his biological mother, and you are his mother."
Mrs. Zhao took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and Granny Wei added: "Young master repaid Yongguo Jui with his life, you said that the young master only took pity on you and took you away from Yongdu; in the opinion of the old lady, On the contrary, this is not the case. The young master knew that he was going to die, so why should he put forward the idea of not marrying unless you were in front of Juicong? This will not only hurt Qi'er's heart, but also delay your life. "
"When Qi'er decided to stay in Anyang, his original intention was to die. Geng Shu's child, now in this world, there is only one blood relative left, that is Heng'er."
"The old lady is already so old," Madam Wei said indifferently, "Even if you want to take care of Heng'er to marry a wife and have children, and be a good scholar, she is still powerless. With the current state of the lady, forgive the old lady's blunt words. Years old, it is also one year old. There is always a place in one's life that cannot be taken care of..."
Mrs. Zhao's expression gradually calmed down.
Madam Wei said: "Qi'er knew that she was sorry for the two of you before her death, so Fang ordered this child to come to Xundong from Anyang with a black sword. This journey has traveled through mountains and rivers, and I don't know how much I have suffered, just to get to my wife and suffer. Your sword."
"No need to say any more." Mrs. Zhao said coldly, "Now I just want to kill the escapee and make her benevolent!"
Granny Wei sighed softly and said, "What's the trouble? On the day when we're not in this world, if you leave Heng'er alone and live alone, Madam will be happy?"
Inside the hall:
"Dip in." Jiang Heng said.
"No." Geng Shu obviously didn't want to dip his head into the water.
Jiang Heng said, "You should wash your hair with acacia!"
"No!" Geng Shu expressed his refusal again, Jiang Heng had to scoop up a ladle of hot water to pour it on his head, Geng Shu grabbed his wrist quickly, the two began to scuffle, Jiang Heng suddenly splashed Geng Shu With a watery face, Geng Shu shouted and stopped.
Jiang Heng thought that Geng Shu was angry and said, "Then turn your head up..."
Before he finished speaking, Geng Shu retaliated. Jiang Heng shouted and was dragged into the bathtub and choked on two sips of water. He didn't expect Geng Shu to be so strong and grabbed violently. Geng Shu was afraid that he would Choking, he hurriedly put him up, but Jiang Heng dragged him by his ankle and pulled him along, and Geng Shu suddenly fell into the water.
Mrs. Zhao passed through the corridor of Jiang's family and heard Jiang Heng's laughter from the side hall, and couldn't help but be startled. In her memory, she seemed to have never heard of her son, who was so well-behaved, that she was like a mouse seeing a cat, smiling like this.
In the side hall, the two brothers made a fuss so that the outside of the bathtub was full of water. Jiang Heng also soaked in the bathtub, and Geng Shu was taking turns pressing each other's head into the water, causing a lot of trouble. Seeing his mother standing outside the door, Jiang Heng didn't dare to speak, and hid behind the naked Geng Shu. Geng Shu's upper chest was exposed on the water, and he consciously stood in front of Jiang Heng.
Mrs. Zhao came and went, without saying a word, Madam Wei went to get clean clothes and let Jiang Heng dry her body.
Geng Shu looked at Jiang Heng's lower back, where there was a small bright red birthmark, reached out and touched it, Jiang Heng laughed immediately.
Granny Wei took Geng Shu away. At night, Mrs. Zhao didn't care about the two of them, nor did they have to eat dinner, she just said that she was not feeling well. Jiang Heng had dinner alone. Seeing that the lamp was lit in Granny Wei's work room, he was looking out for his brain. He saw that Geng Shu was in Granny Wei's room with a one-star oil lamp, gobbling down his meals.
"Geng Shu," Jiang Heng said outside the door, "come to me later, and I'll make you medicine."
Geng Shu looked up at Jiang Heng, then at Granny Wei. Granny Wei held the bowl and chewed slowly, as if she couldn't hear him, so Geng Shu nodded.
Jiang Heng entered the study, looked for the prescription on the bamboo slip with the "Shen Pesticide Scripture" written on it, took the medicine plate, opened the medicine stove and lit it, wrote down a few herbs, and went to the west wing lightly, from the drawer of his mother's Tibetan medicine. Search for herbs. Mrs. Zhao has been sick all the year round, and the house is full of medicinal odor. Every day, Granny Wei will fry a bowl of medicinal soup for her, and offer her to drink it at noon. Jiang Heng weighed the medicine, and suddenly heard a low sobbing sound from the next room.
"mother?"
Mrs. Zhao's door was half-closed, Jiang Heng gently pushed the door to go in, and his breathing was suddenly suffocated.
Mrs. Zhao's hair was disheveled, her face was stained with tears, and she was wearing a black and red dress, which was her wedding gown when she got married.
"Mother." Jiang Heng's voice trembled.
Mrs. Zhao carried Geng Yuan's black sword, and a cloud of cloud covered the moonlight in the courtyard. She stood quietly in front of the dressing bronze mirror, looking at herself sadly, the sword was less than three inches from her lower abdomen.
She saw Jiang Heng in the mirror, and the mother and son looked at each other silently in this silence.
In the end, Mrs. Zhao put the black sword back in the box and turned her back to Jiang Heng from beginning to end.
"What are you holding?" Mrs. Zhao said calmly.
"Medicine," Jiang Heng calmed down and whispered, "It's for Geng Shu."
Mrs. Zhao said, "Take the jade from the table."
The jade that Geng Shu brought was smooth and white, lying quietly on the case in the room, but Jiang Heng said, "Isn't that his, his?"
"It's not his, his mother stole it." Mrs. Zhao said, "This should have been mine. If my mother gave it to you, you can keep it."
"Who is he?" Jiang Heng couldn't help but ask again.
"He's a beast," Mrs. Zhao murmured, "a liar."
Jiang Heng only wanted to ask about Geng Shu's origin, but his mother seemed to be resentful of another person. Her words carried a deep resentment, and even her breath was venting her anger.