Chapter 831 Let me tell you something.
Upon hearing that it was a matter of life and death, Zhang Chengxuan put down his bowl and went down the mountain.
Upon entering the room, he saw the monk sleeping on the bed, stroking his beard and smiling meaningfully.
Song Chunxue knew without guessing that her senior brother was probably thinking, "So this is what her ex-husband looked like."
He even became a monk; what a cruel twist of fate!
But she didn't say anything, patiently waiting for her senior's reaction.
Master Zhang calmly and patiently took the monk's pulse and said that the monk was not in any danger.
"I'm going outside. Could you please keep an eye on him for me, senior brother? Don't keep you from going back to rest early so we can set off early tomorrow."
Zhang Chengxuan turned his head. "Shouldn't we postpone it for two days? This is your former husband. His condition is not optimistic. Although he won't die, his injuries are too severe and he needs to rest. He's all alone. Are you worried about him?"
Song Chunxue frowned. "He is a monk now, known as Master Huineng. After I leave, Sister Zhao and her husband can take care of him. Someone can bring him food and drink; I don't necessarily have to take care of him myself."
Putting aside whether their current relationship is suitable for close care, she felt that since she believed there was no connection between them, she shouldn't do anything that would anger Lord Xie.
Even though Lord Xie couldn't see it, she still felt awkward.
Although they did not marry, this relationship required mutual loyalty.
In any case, she didn't want to be the first to give up her bottom line.
"Yes, that makes sense. He appeared too late. A monk who hasn't severed his emotional ties is hesitant and improper. If he had come earlier and hadn't made such a belated attempt, perhaps you would still have some feelings for him."
Master Zhang analyzed carefully, "His dish of daylilies has not only gone cold, but it has also gone cold to his uncle's house."
Song Chunxue was both amused and exasperated. Her senior brother was still the same senior brother, but his mouth was even more sarcastic than before.
He had grasped the essence of the insults used here, as if he could see the image of Master Zhang when they first met.
"Senior brother, I advise you not to tease me. If you get angry, I'll burn your beard," she threatened him with a stern face.
"Go ahead and burn it. Burning it is the same as shaving it myself. That's called going with the flow. I really want to look younger." He had this "who's afraid of who" look on his face, which was really infuriating.
"..." Heh, hehehe.
If I had known my senior brother would be so infuriating, I shouldn't have given him so much spring water in the first place. Now he's so energetic in making people angry, it's really making my lungs hurt.
Although it's a good thing that she's not as polite as before, her life is still her life. She won't die of anger, but she'll be depressed. Who can she reason with?
"Cough cough cough..."
Suddenly, the person on the bed coughed, rolled over, and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the floor.
Song Chunxue quickly went out of the house and asked her senior brother to handle it.
Anyway, he certainly wouldn't stand by and watch someone die.
Knowing that the man was Sanwa's father, the senior brother was even less likely to ignore him.
She went to the kitchen, brought a basin of hot water, and took the warm rice in the pot to the room.
"Get him a bowl of licorice water to detoxify him."
As she put down her things and turned around, the Taoist priest gave her instructions without turning his head.
Song Chunxue went to the kitchen again, and Zhao Xiao'e walked in with a smile.
"Just tell me what you need to do, Master Song."
"Please boil a bowl of licorice water and bring it to the room, thank you Sister Zhao."
“Okay, don’t worry, I’ll bring it over,” Zhao Xiao’e said with a smile. “If you don’t want to go, I’ll just deliver it to you.”
"Okay, thank you, Sister Zhao." No wonder Lord Xie kept Sister Zhao and her husband; they were much easier to get along with than the others.
Liu Chunshu took his wife and children to the capital, prepared to spend a long time with Lord Xie.
But she chose to stay, which must have been very upsetting for Lord Xie.
She must improve her swordsmanship, or perhaps buy a flying boat; she could return to Jincheng from the capital in a day and a night.
She almost forgot that she was a cultivator, and therefore had more advantages than ordinary people.
Thinking this, she went back to her room, stirred the brazier, added two more pieces of charcoal, and planned to read a book before going to bed.
I had just lain down in bed when there was a gentle knock on the window twice.
"He's alright now, but he needs someone to take care of him for a couple of days, you..."
"Tomorrow's schedule remains unchanged, thank you for your help, senior brother."
"Okay, I'm leaving."
“Squeak~” Song Chunxue opened the door and looked at him. “Senior brother didn’t eat much for dinner. There’s still some of your favorite jiaotuan in the kitchen. Eat before you leave.”
"Okay, you go to sleep, I'll leave after I finish eating."
"Then I..."
"Don't be so polite. It's cold outside. After all, these days, not many people give me gold. It's only right."
"..." Never mind, my senior brother's words are getting more and more annoying.
But she also felt that this kind of senior brother made her a little uncomfortable, because he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.
Among several children, the eldest always bears a heavier burden and has more to think about than the youngest.
Amidst the heartache, there was also a great deal of relief and joy.
My senior brother is much better now than he was a few months ago, when he was lifeless and detached from the world. He's very vibrant now.
Her beloved relative, who was on the verge of disappearing, suddenly came back to life; this joy was beyond the comprehension of anyone.
...
It snowed in the early morning. The snowflakes, like grains of yellow rice, fell to the ground and splashed to the side. Thousands upon thousands of white snowflakes hit the tiles and the ground, initially making a rustling sound.
Later, the snow grew thicker, the sounds grew fainter, and the world became cleaner and purer.
The world was a vast expanse of white, with snow drifting for miles. Song Chunxue stood on the steps early in the morning, staring at the thick snow on the eaves. She was silent, her silence somewhat bewildered.
Sigh~
Suddenly, a figure landed in the courtyard.
Master Zhang shook the snow off his cloak, strode up the steps, and left a trail of footprints in the courtyard.
“If a lazy person doesn’t go out, it’ll either rain or snow,” he said, turning to look into the distance. “I haven’t eaten yet. That monk is quite badly injured. I’ll go check on him.”
Song Chunxue nodded, "Mm."
The monk's injuries were indeed quite serious, otherwise his senior brother wouldn't have arrived so early.
She looked at the wall of her second son's house and wondered if she should tell him.
What kind of nonsense is this?
The current Master Huineng is just Master Huineng; he still retains the memories of his tribulation and his child, who only appeared six years later.
What is he really thinking?
It's one thing to have lingering ties after a break, but for someone who is completely dead to suddenly come back to life makes Song Chunxue feel like she's not human.
She became even more dissatisfied with the monk.
never mind.
She climbed over the wall and entered the second son's yard.
The servants in the courtyard had just gotten up when there was a commotion.
Song Chunxue went directly to the outside of the second son and his wife's house and knocked on it.
"Second brother, it's me. Get up, I have something to tell you." Song Chunxue said in a low voice.
A short while later, a faint sound came from inside the room.
Song Chunxue turned and went to the kitchen, picked up the tea stove, grabbed the firewood basket, and brewed tea for herself.
A pot of tea in the morning, and even immortals pale in comparison.
This shows how much Zhuang Jiahan valued the canned tea.
Song Chunxue used to be too busy to drink, but now she really wants a sip.
Putting everything else aside, just brew a handful of old tea, add a few dates and a rock sugar, and it will refresh your mind and wake you up completely.
"Squeak~"
Not long after, the second son, still half asleep, stepped into the kitchen and saw Song Chunxue sitting in the corner drinking tea.
"Mom, let's go to our room to drink. It's too crowded and messy here."
P.S.: Wishing everyone a safe, healthy, and happy new year! Happy New Year to all!
Everyone else was celebrating New Year's Eve tonight, but we were both at home and had no idea. We only realized how clueless we were when we heard firecrackers going off outside.
Hehe, tomorrow is also my birthday. If I only update once tonight, I hope you guys won't be upset~
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