Peach concubine

It is said that the public chapter of "Peach Concubine" is over at this chapter. In fact, an additional chapter will be published in a few days, as a feedback to readers.In other words, after the sixteenth chapter is finished, the subsequent chapters will start to enter V, please pay attention to the announcement for details.Voting and comments are welcome. I have only seen Zaiqiu’s comments (thank you for your support ^_^). It always gives me the illusion that this article is not read by anyone else. It’s not very helpful.

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Jian Ruolin burned for a whole day and night, and the temperature gradually dropped in the evening of the second day.

He was weak when he was young, and he suffered from a small illness every three days and a serious illness every five days. Jian Ruoxi held him in her hand, cared for him carefully, and poured a lot of nourishing soup and medicinal food, so that he looked so good. Be charming.After so many years of back-to-back care, he finally stopped collapsing. Even in the past two years, he seldom even coughed once or twice.

So this fever frightened the young and old of Jian's family. Uncle Qi outside the Lord and Uncle Zhong inside the Lord watched him grow up, and his eyes were red with anxiety. Like ants, it seems that the sky is about to fall down.

In the evening, Jian Ruolin finally woke up. When Uncle Qi and Uncle Zhong entered, he was leaning against the bed, and Xiao Si'er blew the medicine cold one by one and fed it to him.

Seeing them coming in, Jian Ruolin raised her white face, showing a pitiful frailty, but her eyes were clearly showing some coldness.He said softly: "I'm worrying you. I think it's because I accidentally caught a cold. It's nothing serious. There are many trivial matters in Liufang Pavilion. Uncle Qi should go back and watch as soon as possible." Under the calm face, there is a deep sorrow that is ready to come out. , but the tone is still calm and unwavering: "Brother is not here, so I can only pray hard for my uncle."

Just in time, Jian Ruolin struggled to go to Liufang Pavilion, listening to the report from the people below, her complexion became paler and unreasonable.

On the first day, Jian Ruolin stayed up until midnight and wrote more than a dozen letters.There was a list in the corner of the desk, and he compared it, had to consider the words and sentences, and had to be able to understand the reasoning with emotion. He frowned deeply all night, clenched his lower lip and thought hard.

In the middle of the night, Xiaosi got up to go to the toilet, only to see that the light in his son's room was still on, and when he opened the door and entered the room, he saw Jian Ruolin's haggard appearance with bloodshot eyes, tears came out in an instant, and he rushed to grab it without hesitation. He picked up the young master's pen, and said angrily: "Don't write any more, don't write any more, even if it's made of iron, it won't be endured like this." After speaking, he grabbed the young master's hand and dragged him to the bed.

When I woke up the next day, my eyes were swollen like walnuts, and there were two circles of shadows under the eye sockets—I closed my eyes last night, but woke up all night, in a trance, and couldn't sleep at night.After he wiped his face casually and ate something, he was ready to go to the pavilion to do errands again.

When going out, Xiao Si'er came over with the medicine, pouted and scolded him: "Young master forgot to take the medicine again! No, no matter how hard it is, you have to drink it clean, otherwise the disease will not be cured." Jian Ruolin had no choice but to drink it all in one gulp , and hurried out the door.

It was still early, and he turned a street, but suddenly jumped up, covered his mouth and rushed to the side of the road, vomited up the medicinal soup he drank in the morning--in fact, he had been like this since he got sick that day, the medicine he drank, Always uncontrollably because of retching, will be spit out soon.But he secretly kept it from the fact that he could drink the medicine as usual, but every time he finished drinking, he used various excuses to send everyone away, and when the nausea surged, he was not afraid of being seen and discovered by others.

On the third day, the posts from Jian's family continued to flow in like flowing water, one after another.Jian Ruolin opened the seals one by one to read, the more she looked, the deeper her brows were furrowed.In the middle, I recalled standing up to get a notebook, but I felt dizzy all the way up, and I tilted my body, knocking over the books and books stacked on the table. Jian Ruolin, who lost her sense of balance, was top-heavy and fell heavily to the ground.He tried many times, but he couldn't get up.

On the fourth day, he saw his miserable state in the mirror, his face was pale and his eyes were swollen, but he told himself over and over again: he must hold on, and he must not fall down!It's a pity that when he was pulling his hair, he touched the mahogany hairpin at hand, and all his efforts were in vain. He remembered the lights of thousands of houses that night, the faint smile on the man's mouth, and his soft whispers .

He said to him: I love you...

He sat there blankly until midnight, the candle in the lampshade had already been burned out, leaving only a wisp of green smoke and a few candle tears.

I don't know when it started to rain, and the thunder roared for a while, and in the darkness, whenever the thunder and lightning were lit, a pale white was reflected.The pouring rain poured wantonly, the strong wind blew the fallen leaves and flowers, and the thunder and lightning roared.

Holding the mahogany hairpin in his hand, the warm texture penetrated deeply into the flesh, caressing the texture.The upturned head was full of tears, and the eyes did not blink, but two lines of clear tears gushed out, which was particularly desolate.

Jian Ruolin got up and opened the window, heavy rain poured in, and the strong wind seemed to blow him down.But he stood so stubbornly, the wet tears on his face were covered by the rain, and he was nowhere to be found.

Amidst the sound of wind and rain, a low sigh was almost imperceptible: "Jing Mo..."

When Xiao Jingmo appeared, Jian Ruolin was still in a coma, her whole body was shaking violently, her face was ugly like a dead person.

Today, I overheard someone chewing their ears, saying that the second master of Jian's family was seriously ill and unconscious. Doctors changed round after round, but he didn't improve at all.When it comes to the cause of the disease, it turns out that worry becomes a problem—so people can't help guessing the cause of his "worry". There are many versions, both decent and bad.

Xiao Jingmo's heart is like a mirror, one! , then a thought popped up---Could it be that Jian Ruolin is because of herself? !

But that person is as firm as a bamboo, obviously soft on the outside and strong on the inside, how could it be because of a personal relationship?

By coincidence, Xiao Jingmo was restless all day long, and at night, he climbed over the wall and climbed trees familiarly, and groped into Jian Ruolin's room.It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you see Jian Ruolin lying on the couch with more air and less air, you can't help feeling distressed.

I don't know what I dreamed about, but Jian Ruolin twisted her body restlessly, groaning every sentence in her mouth, profuse sweat continued to emerge from her forehead, her face was pale, and her whole body was shaking unbearably.

In just a few days, how could this person make himself look like this? !

Xiao Jingmo originally only planned to sneak in and take a look before leaving, but seeing Jian Ruolin's appearance, no matter how hard-hearted he was, he couldn't ignore it.Holding the person in his arms, the person's cold body temperature and trembling were transmitted through physical contact without omission, and the unconscious person moaned with difficulty: "It's cold, it's so cold..." My heart looks like it's been ruthlessly beaten. After being hit hard, Xiao Jingmo hugged him tightly, trying to warm him with his own body temperature.

"It's so hard...help me..." Jian Ruolin murmured indistinctly, her voice was soft and nasal with a strong nasal sound, it was as pitiful as choking: "I'm cold..."

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the violent trembling of the person in my arms. It was like holding a piece of ice in my arms, and my heart was piercingly cold.Xiao Jingmo frowned and looked at the curled up man, grabbed his collar with both hands, and breathed heavily, as if he was really sad, showing a weak and helpless look.

After hesitating for a while, he finally did not let go, reached into his sleeve and took out a brocade handkerchief, and gently wiped his cold sweat.

This tossing took nearly two hours.Xiao Jingmo was sitting by the bed, watching him struggling, whispering, and finally calmed down gradually, Anshun was sleeping peacefully in his arms like a kitten.

In the silence, the man also thought about it a lot. He had already made a decision, and he should have no regrets, but after a few days, he was still irritated.After uttering those words that day, on the way back, she also lost interest, and her mind was filled with Jian Ruolin's desolate smile as she straightened away from her back.

I can't say it's regret, it's just that I still have some indecision.

Sighing lightly, Xiao Jingmo carefully withdrew, placed the quiet person on the bed, and tucked the corners of the quilt tightly.

Wouldn't it be silly if you knew it was a game but had to give your heart.As if he had figured it out, Xiao Jingmo turned around and left──When the dew meets, why bother to pretend to be infatuated?

Turning around resolutely, he was shocked by the whisper behind him, as if struck by lightning.

Jian Ruolin wept softly, tears flowed from her closed eyes, she was still unconscious, but her voice hurt her bone marrow: "Jing Mo, help me."

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Dawn breaks, and the sky clears after the rain.

Jian Ruolin opened her eyes from sleep and struggled to sit up.

Beside the bed are the messy indentations that one party forgot to cover up, the vague breath left in the air, the tenderness of tossing and turning in the dream, the warmth of skin-to-skin contact, and the scenes are replayed.

Those eyes were as silent as a pool of stagnant water, without emotion.

This serious illness exhausted Jian Ruolin's meager energy, and her waist was strangled by the belt, making her look even more slender and pitiful.

Chanjuan... oh no, she is Yueniang now. When she saw Jian Ruolin, she was also shocked. She pulled him to look left and right, and kept muttering: "Why did it become like this?" She was older than Jian Ruolin Two years old, and because of Mr. Fu's incident, even though he is young, he still has a sense of vicissitudes. When facing Jian Ruolin, he is even more like an elder sister.Seeing his weak state in his illness at this moment, his heart aches and he sighs repeatedly.

Jian Ruolin had to comfort her in turn: "It's okay, it's already recovered, it's just that it looks a little scary."

After exchanging pleasantries, Yueniang finally said, "What happened? It's fine if you fool others, but you can't fool me. If it wasn't for some great event, you wouldn't be like this."

Jian Ruolin's face turned pale in an instant, but she kept her mouth stiff and said with a smile: "It's nothing."

Yueniang didn't force him either, she just said: "If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. But in this world, there is nothing you can't get through, as long as you have time, get through the most difficult time, and then... That's all right." The last few sentences were a bit desolate, perhaps thinking of the sad things before, with a bit of embarrassment.

Jian Ruolin also silently stopped talking, tapped her fingers on the table, her gaze was heavy.

It took a while to see Yueniang laughing, and she laughed like a cannonball and said, "Okay, okay, don't mention that. You don't have a woman to take care of you. Come here more recently when you have time. I just talked to you Aunt Liu in the kitchen has learned some skills, and I will cook some good soup for you." She was originally a smart and shrewd woman, and she couldn't think about it a few days ago, but after this period, she can almost let it go, and no longer just obsess over it.The conversation was clear and sassy: "You are also a man, yet you look like a girl, so weak..."

Jian Ruolin thanked shyly, and then drank tea silently with a teacup.

The oiran of Hongxiufang scalded her wrist with boiling tea, and spent all her savings to redeem herself, causing troubles all over the city.

Such a legendary anecdote has only been in the past few months, and now Jian Ruolin goes in and out of the conservatory without hesitation, talking happily with Yueniang Yanyan Yanyan.Those who are interested will naturally find out the old story, and after some construction and exaggeration, somehow, the rumors gradually become the following version: At that time, the girl Chanjuan, who was the best in piano skills in Suzhou, decided to redeem her life and leave the party, in fact, it was for this simple The second son of the family.

These days, as if to confirm those rumors, a carriage stopped in front of Liufang Pavilion every afternoon.The body is not gorgeous, but it is simple and elegant, revealing a delicate air, just like the owner of this car.Every time the person got in and out of the car, it was the same person, a plain woman in lavender clothes. When she came, she would go directly through the front hall and courtyard, and arrive at the accounting room where Jian Ruolin was, or the dining room.

Rumors were flying everywhere in the outside world, but in Liufang Pavilion, Jian Ruolin still dealt with affairs calmly.

When the servants passed by, they all said that they had never seen his second master smile so happily.Then steal a glance at the woman at the side, yes, indeed, she has a beautiful appearance, although she was born in a brothel, but the second master should not care about these things.

"Is that really Miss Chanjuan from Hongxiufang?"

"It can't be wrong. At that time, she had just taken the position of Oiran, and I took a look from a distance. I heard from Ning Zhu in Liufang Pavilion that Mr. Jian and her are tired of being together every day. They are both talented and beautiful. good match."

"It's a pity, it came from that kind of place..."

"What's the point of this? Only in this way can we see Mr. Jian's deep affection. It's so rare that you don't dislike him like this."

The maidservant who was carrying the water basin spoke happily, with a longing look on her face.The clear water was full of water, reflecting a handsome and tall figure.The little maid was frightened, she loosened her hand, and with a "shake", she sprinkled water all over the floor.

He hurriedly turned around and saluted: "I've seen you, young master." He secretly groaned in his heart, and didn't know how long the young master had been standing there.

There was a "boom" in Xiao Jingmo's mind, and his anger surged up. Seeing the two trembling little girls, he endured it, and finally he didn't vent his anger. He waved his hand impatiently: "Go down." Then he dismissed the two maidservants.

I wandered around in place a few times, and the more I thought about it, the more irritable I became.When I think of the scene of Jian Ruolin, who is obedient and gentle in my arms, and a woman flirting with each other, I feel angry.Gritting his teeth for a while, he suddenly calmed down—he thought of Jian Ruolin watching him and Wanzhen's intimacy outside the pharmacy that day, could it be, could it be the same mood?

Xiao Jingmo, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly ran out, running all the way.

Turning into the familiar courtyard again, leaning against the wall.

In the yard, Jian Ruolin smiled lightly, with her brows and eyes still calm and her demeanor warm.The body under the plain robe is much thinner than before, and the person also looks lazy and weak, as thin as paper.The woman sitting across from him was Chanjuan whom he had met several times. They were chatting and laughing, but because of the distance, their voices were low and indistinct.

Not knowing what to say, the woman took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Jian Ruolin's forehead.

The man didn't avoid it, he accepted it with a smile, and continued to chatter.

In Xiao Jingmo's eyes, that beautiful and harmonious picture was blinding for no reason.The anger in his eyes, which had finally been calmed down, surged uncontrollably at this moment, as intense as a fire.