Chapter 1165 Senior Brother

During her night at the Zhao residence, Song Chunxue tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She actually has no interest in men.

It was true then, and it is true now.

How did I end up getting involved with Xie Zheng?

During the day, she could indeed pretend not to care, or that she was already used to it.

But as night falls, the temperature around me, which was once so distinct, now seems like a dream.

She used to hate sharing a blanket with others, but she eventually got used to it, only to find that person was no longer there.

Wanting to stay with someone is not shameful, but she had been preparing for this for a long time.

Later, she realized it wasn't a big deal. Although she was practicing spiritual cultivation, it didn't contradict being with someone.

Fortunately, they did not become a couple.

Otherwise, it would be a very troublesome thing for Xie Zheng, who has already forgotten his past.

Are you sad?

Certainly, in the dead of night, looking at the faint light outside the window, she felt that the darkness was very unsettling.

Several times she even had the urge to rush into Xie Zheng's room and ask him if he was faking it.

But if he was faking it when he became so clingy, he must have been feeling really bad inside.

If not, that would be even better.

She had experienced that agonizing and unbearable feeling all by herself, and that was enough.

After thinking for an hour, she finally sat up, lit an oil lamp, and began writing at her desk.

Who should I write this to?

Write to Sanwa; perhaps Sanwa will read her letter.

But as she wrote, she felt she didn't know what to say, so she simply copied from the book.

There was a copy of "Compendium of Materia Medica" in the room. She copied two pages, then got sleepy and fell asleep on the table.

She woke up at 3:45 AM.

After meditating for half an hour, she went to the outer courtyard to practice her swordsmanship.

Before long, Lord Zhao also arrived.

He seemed to be awake, his steps were unsteady and he was yawning.

"Junior brother, can you please stop doing this? You practice swordsmanship every day without saying a word. If you really can't sleep, go to Fangyue's place and help take care of the children. The way you are... it's really worrying."

Song Chunxue asked, puzzled, "What are you worried about?"

"Aren't you having trouble sleeping because of Xie Zheng?"

“No,” she said calmly, looking at the pale dawn in the east. “For the past year or so, I have been doing this every day. I meditate and practice swordsmanship as soon as I wake up. I used to be able to meditate all night without sleeping. Now I meditate for half the night and practice swordsmanship for the other half. I feel lucky to be able to move around freely. When I die, I will have plenty of time to sleep. Why not move around more?”

Lord Zhao was speechless.

He sat on the steps and sighed, "Junior brother, we all know that you actually..."

“You don’t think I’m so devastated because of Xie Zheng that I’m punishing myself like this,” Song Chunxue laughed. “Although his amnesia has affected me somewhat, I’ve always been like this. If you don’t believe me, ask Zhang Chengxuan. He knows what I was like before I met Xie Zheng. I’ve always been a very hardworking person.”

"Don't think there's something wrong with me just because you're too lazy and I'm too hardworking. That's how farmers are. If we all slept in late, drank tea until morning, and drank alcohol all night, we would have starved to death long ago."

She said irritably, "You all underestimate me. Just because I'm a woman, you think I'm fragile, incapable of taking on important responsibilities, and have a hard life."

"Actually, I was only sad for a little while." She laughed again. "You guys don't think that just because I'm with someone else, I've truly moved on, do you?"

"No, please don't," Lord Zhao quickly raised his hand, "I'm just worried about you, please don't do this."

This time, Song Chunxue's smile was genuine.

She cupped her hands in a respectful gesture and smiled, "Then thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. Are you still awake?"

“A few of us got together, talked for a long time, and drank several jugs of wine. We had a great time. But I heard from the people below that someone came here to practice swordsmanship, and they didn’t dare to come close. I wondered if it was you, and it turned out to be true.”

“It’s me. Now you can rest assured. Go back to sleep. I’ll go have breakfast later.” Song Chunxue said with a smile. “It’s a good thing you are cultivators. Otherwise, you would have been too drunk to stay up until dawn. Your bodies couldn’t take it.”

"Hey, I'm just a carefree person, I don't think that much. I don't have the same high level of awareness as my junior brother, just enjoying life while you can." Lord Zhao was still worried, "You should also find some fun. Go out with Fangyue tomorrow, and we'll celebrate the child's 100th day the day after."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll go find my senior sister in a bit. She must not have slept well." Even if the baby has a wet nurse, the person who takes care of the baby still has to worry about the baby.

After her senior brother left, she arrived at her senior sister's courtyard in the azure dawn, her face still wet with dew.

This manor is wonderful! The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms in the early morning is delightful. On such a morning, in such a clean and tidy courtyard, she could stay whenever she wanted.

Unfortunately, now that she's in such a nice courtyard, she doesn't want to stay there for long.

As soon as I pushed open the courtyard gate, I heard the sound of a child crying.

Upon arriving at the wet nurse's room, I saw her comforting a child.

The two maids were also half-closing their eyes, bustling about, saying that it was getting hot in the morning and they needed to fetch a doctor.

Song Chunxue reached out her hand, "Don't rush to call a doctor. It will only cause trouble if he comes. Such a young child can't drink herbal medicine. First, boil some hot water and wipe the child down. I'll give the child a massage."

Suddenly, she remembered that it had been several years since she had worked as Yunlei's assistant in Zhuanglang County, helping to take care of his children.

“You can’t cover a child up when they have a fever, it’s different from adults, but the room needs to be warm.” As she spoke, Song Chunxue unbuttoned the child’s clothes and rubbed her hands together to warm them. “Find some tea oil, I’ll massage the child’s back.”

The maids and servants were at a loss for what to do.

“Let her come,” Fangyue said as she entered from outside. “This is my junior sister. She has given birth to five children and knows more about these things than any of you.”

"Go to sleep, senior sister. I'll come to have tea with you once the baby's fever subsides." Song Chunxue placed the baby on her lap. "It's probably because the baby caught a chill yesterday. It was hot and humid last night, and the baby ate too much milk. I'll make some rice porridge for the baby to drink."

“I’ll watch over it with you,” Fangyue said with a worried look on her face. “You don’t know, the baby had a fever when he was two months old, and I was so worried that I didn’t sleep all night.”

"I know, that's how mothers are. They get anxious when something happens to their child and even imagine all sorts of bad things. It's because after giving birth, all the internal organs are depleted. They were used to nourish the child, so the kidney and lung qi are weak, making them more prone to this."

Fangyue nodded, "I see. I was wondering why I've become so timid after having a baby. It turns out it's because my body is depleted."

"Take it slow. It's not easy to replenish what's too weak. Food therapy is better. Take more baths with mugwort and Sichuan pepper water."

Fangyue yawned and nodded, sitting against the bed.

Song Chunxue knew she hadn't listened.

In less than half an hour, the child stopped crying and the fever subsided. She placed the child on her lap and massaged her fingers again.

Once the child was sound asleep, she put him in his crib.

Several maids and servants said she was experienced, so Song Chunxue gave the maids some instructions and took out the child's quilt to air it in the yard.

After breakfast, she left Fangyue's courtyard, intending to go for a stroll in the streets with her senior brother.

As soon as I stepped into the front yard, I ran into Xie Zheng.

"Senior brother."

Song Chunxue was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Good morning, junior brother."