Gu Qing married a scoundrel who poisoned her, leaving her crippled and bedridden. She hated him for five years, cursed him for five years, until she was fed poison once more, only then realizing th...
After saying that, Mr. Huang left with his medicine box.
At the door, Pei'er, who sneaked into the inner courtyard, just heard the last part of the conversation between the two.
"If the dosage is exceeded, will it become poison?"
Just as he was thinking, the door was suddenly pushed open and Huang Lao walked out, almost bumping into Pei Er. He then puffed up his beard, glared at her and said angrily: "What are you doing here?"
Are the servants in this mansion so ignorant?
What he and Chen Zhizhou said just now must not be spread out. If this girl heard it, wouldn’t it be a trouble?
Although Mr. Huang had never lived in a large courtyard, he was very careful and attentive. He immediately turned around and said to Chen Zhizhou in the room, "Is this the girl from your courtyard?"
Chen Zhizhou strode out and saw Pei'er, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Before Gu Qing got into trouble, he was always on guard against her. On the surface, he seemed to treat her well, but she could see that he was clearly driving her away in disguise.
After hesitating for a moment, he spoke in a deep voice: "This is Qing'er's dowry maid."
Mr. Huang understood and asked again:
"So it's Qing Yatou's man. Let me ask you, did you hear the conversation I had with him just now?"
Pei'er didn't dare to look up, but buried her head and said respectfully, "This servant just came over, and I don't know what you just said to your uncle."
"real?"
Old Huang looked at her, his old eyes seemed to see through her.
"Really, I swear, I wanted to come and see Madam, but I didn't expect to run into you as soon as I came in."
Pei'er's words were sincere. When Mr. Huang heard that she was Gu Qing's maid, he felt a little relieved: "In that case, I will go back first."
"You must pay attention to what I just told you." He turned around and said something to Chen Zhizhou, then left with steady steps.
After watching him leave the inner courtyard, Chen Zhizhou withdrew his gaze and looked at Pei'er. His eyes were cold and frightening.
"Master, everything Pei'er said is true. You must believe me."
Chen Zhizhou looked down at her, pursed his thin lips, and lowered his posture to the extreme, and said softly:
"The house does not need maids to take care of it, get out. If you are found disobeying the master's orders again, you will be killed without mercy."
Pei'er was so frightened that she trembled and immediately bowed and retreated: "I will leave now! But, is Madam okay now?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhizhou ignored it and turned around to close the door.
For several days in a row, Chen Zhizhou stayed indoors and took care of Gu Qing personally, without closing his eyes for two whole days.
On the morning of the third day, the sun shone through the huge gardenia tree in front of the house, casting mottled shadows.
Chen Zhizhou sat by the window, looking a little dazed.
In the past two days, he thought a lot about Gu Qing. From his initial curiosity and suspicion to his current depravity, Gu Qing was no longer just a wife, but someone who would accompany him through the future storms and hold his hand until old age.
But now he can't protect Gu Qingquan.
"Qing'er."
Chen Zhizhou's eyes were slightly distracted, and the glaring sunlight made him squint. "It's time to take medicine."
He supported his weak body, walked slowly to the door, pushed it open and went out to sit on the bamboo chair in the corridor, then bent down and lit the fire in the stove.
The window was half-open, and from his position he could just see Gu Qing lying on the bed.
He fanned the fire with a palm-leaf fan to make it burn brighter, and hot steam rose from the medicine pot on the stove. He kept turning his head to look at the person on the bed, afraid of missing any sign that she had woken up.
When Chen's father and mother passed by the door, they smelled the strong smell of medicine and couldn't help but stop.
Mother Chen secretly wiped away her tears and sighed, "Zhou'er has been guarding Qing'er for two whole days. Let's go in and take a look."
As she was about to take a step forward, she was stopped by Chen's father. He frowned and said helplessly, "Don't you know Zhou'er's temper? Now all the maids and servants have been sent to work in the outer courtyard. No one is allowed to come in or out at will. If you go in, won't you just cause Zhou'er more trouble?"
"I've already asked Mr. Huang, and Qing'er is fine now. It's only a matter of time before she wakes up."
Mother Chen wasn't as optimistic as he was. She choked up and said, "My daughter-in-law has a truly miserable life. It's all because of Zhou'er that she ended up in this situation. You and I must treat her like our own daughter in the future."
As she spoke, Mother Chen clasped her hands together devoutly.
"Today I am going to the Huguo Temple to pray to the Bodhisattva for Qing'er's safety. Please come with me."
Seeing this, Father Chen responded, "Let's go now."
The old couple rushed to Huguo Temple.
After two incense sticks of time, Chen Zhizhou's medicine was ready.
He poured the medicine carefully into the medicine bowl, picked out the residue, tasted it himself before bringing it in, sat down beside the bed and fed Gu Qing one mouthful at a time.
On the first day, Gu Qing's lips were dry and tightly closed, and she couldn't take the medicine, so Chen Zhizhou personally held the medicine in his mouth and fed it to her.
On the second day, the medicine could enter her mouth but was difficult to swallow and kept spilling out. Chen Zhizhou asked her to lean on him, slightly raise her head, and take small sips to let the medicine flow into her stomach.
"Qing'er, you are getting better and better."
Chen Zhizhou's eyes were gentle. "You took the medicine so smoothly today. You will definitely get better soon."
The person beside the bed was talking to himself, and the unconscious Gu Qing seemed to be able to vaguely hear his voice.
But she couldn't wake up and was still sleeping soundly. The memories of her past life kept reappearing and turned into nightmares, trying to drag her into the hell of reincarnation.
"Do you really want to go back to him? Chen Zhizhou is just a man. You injured your lower abdomen this time, and I'm afraid you will be unable to have children in this life. Do you think Chen Zhizhou will still like you when the time comes?"
"I want to go back! No matter whether he likes me or not, I have to go back to save the Chen family!"
Gu Qing wasn't sure what Chen Zhizhou's attitude would be if he knew that she was infertile.
She just wanted to atone for her sins and find peace in her soul after death.
"You are such a foolish woman. All men in the world are the same and not worthy of your affection."
Gu Qing was so disturbed by the sound that he had a headache and shouted angrily, "Don't talk nonsense here! Let me go!"
Chen Zhizhou's voice became clearer and clearer in my ears: "Qing'er, the sun is shining brightly today. Summer is coming soon. When you wake up, let's go to the north to escape the heat, okay?"
"The roasted meat in Northern Xinjiang is extremely delicious. I think you will like it. There are also goat milk seeds, which taste good too." Chen Zhizhou chatted with Gu Qing as usual, but the only response he got was silence.
He was not annoyed, and slowly untied Gu Qing's clothes, and wiped her body along her snow-white neck:
"It's only been three days since you last ate, and you've already lost so much weight. Your breasts have shrunk a lot. When you wake up, I will definitely take good care of you."
Gu Qing, who was in a coma, heard Chen Zhizhou's words in his dream. He was moved and amused. Finally, he said helplessly:
"How can this person still be so out of tune at this time?"
Gu Qing struggled to escape from the dream, using all his strength to tear open the thick cocoon that wrapped around him.
In the darkness, the light from the sky overflowed.
Chen Zhizhou, who was washing her hands carefully, was stunned. Gu Qing's fingers just moved slightly?
He put down the handkerchief in disbelief, looked at her face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qing'er? Are you awake?! Qing'er!"