Chapter 20 Chapter 20 The man leaned over slightly and touched her...
The bed in the mansion was so comfortable that once I returned to Ruixue Pavilion, I fell onto it and didn't want to get up.
I didn't feel it in the tent before, but now when I return home I can only sigh about how much sleep I got during those days. I feel so sore all over that I feel like I'm falling apart.
"That's perfect." Song Siyun rolled around in the quilt for a few times, sighing comfortably.
Cui Yu, who was standing by, just wanted to laugh when she heard this. She stepped forward and massaged her legs and feet, teasing with a faint smile, "Miss, you say this every year, but you never miss the autumn hunt."
Hearing this, the person on the bed suddenly jumped up, propped up his upper body, and shouted with a smile: "Autumn hunting is fun."
He collapsed again, arms outstretched, and slumped over. "I'm really tired, though."
Cui Yu leaned over to take a look and saw that her eyes were full of fatigue. She smiled and rubbed the other leg without saying anything else.
As he stood up to change the bandage on her fingertips, he couldn't help but feel a pang of fear: "This year is just too dangerous."
Holding her red and swollen fingertips, Cui Yu applied medicine while blowing gently, fearing for her pain. Her heart ached, "Girl, you love beauty. Your hands are so beautiful, long and white. You've been nurtured with goat's milk since you were a child. They look like the apples of your eyes. And now you've hurt them so badly! Even the nails that have been growing for so long have been lifted off."
Cui Yu raised her eyes, a little angry: "It's all bloody, and you don't feel any pain."
“I didn’t think much about it at the time.”
Song Siyun half leaned against the headboard, lowered his eyes to look at his red, swollen and eroded fingertips, and spoke softly with a barely perceptible confusion: "At that time, I just wanted to live, to live together..."
Until now, she still didn't understand why she, who hated him to the extreme and once wanted to eat his flesh, would want him to be alive so much.
Even though he was dead, my sister was relieved of her anger.
After his death, she could return to the Song Mansion and live a happy life under the pretext of becoming a Buddhist nun.
But at that moment she clearly understood:
She didn't want him to die.
Song Siyun pondered for a long time, and only came to the conclusion after Cuiyu wrapped the last finger: Maybe I am a living Bodhisattva on earth, and I can't bear to see anyone die in front of me.
That’s right!
Just at this moment, the water jasmine in the bathing pool was also ready. Song Siyun raised his hand and Cuiyu helped him take off his outer clothes. He walked into the back hall wearing only a thin undergarment.
The main bedroom of Ruixue Pavilion was enormous, with a chaise longue and several tea chairs placed in the outer room. On weekdays, when Yun Wanqiao came, the two of them would recline on the chaise longue, drink tea, eat snacks, and chat.
The inner room behind a door is where the two of them usually sleep.
A screen separated the dining area, where Gu Yanzhou would sleep. Behind the screen was the large huanghuali wood bed where Song Siyun would sleep.
Behind the inner room is the back hall.
The back hall is where you bathe. Both the interior and the bottom of the bathtub are paved with warm stones. Once the water is filled, you can sit inside and the water won't get cold for half an hour.
Song Siyun leaned against the pool wall, his hands on the edge, and squinted his eyes comfortably.
The mist penetrated into my limbs and bones, making me so comfortable that I fell asleep.
In his chaotic state, he couldn't help but sigh, "Gu Yanzhou is the one who knows how to enjoy life. I am also lucky enough to have enjoyed this."
Cuiyu Quemei, who was massaging her shoulders and washing her hair behind her, pursed her lips and smiled, without commenting.
Outside the door, Gu Yanzhou stopped, turned around and ordered, "Go to the study first."
The sound of water splashing in the room was clear to the ears, and the last sigh was clear to the ears. Ling Feng felt a little unfair: "Why didn't the master tell the lady that the bathhouse was built specifically by digging up the back garden after learning about the marriage?"
Gu Yanzhou glanced at him sideways and said indifferently: "What can I say? Am I useless?"
Ling Feng, with a brain the size of a honey fruit, thought for a moment, then uttered a sudden "hmm," and then trotted back, fearlessly asking, "If that's the case, why doesn't the master go in and join the lady?"
The air became still.
Even Qingfeng, who always had dead eyes, widened his eyes and looked at him as if struck by lightning.
Gu Yanzhou slowly turned his head, his eyes dark, and he didn't speak for a long time, as if he was thinking seriously.
After a while, he looked up, glanced at Ling Feng meaningfully, and then walked quickly towards the study.
Behind him, Qing Fengte took half a step behind and kindly reminded him, "If you don't want to go to the camp outside the capital to serve as a sparring partner for the new recruits, then you should be less talkative in the future."
"Why?" Ling Feng didn't understand, "Doesn't the master like the lady?"
"But the Madam doesn't like the Master."
As the words came out one after another, the truth came out.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck, followed by a sinister voice calling out, "Qingfeng."
"A new batch of soldiers has recently arrived at the Beijing Suburban Camp. Tomorrow you will report to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and start training them."
Qing Feng bowed and replied “Yes”.
When leaving, he couldn't help but glare at Ling Feng, "You really hurt me this time."
On the surface, they are training new recruits, but in reality, they are being trained together with the new recruits.
Just thinking about it made his calves tremble, and he cried out in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just looked at Ling Feng with a gloomy face.
Look at his foolish look of gloating over other people's misfortunes...
Qingfeng was silent.
I feel that I shouldn't bother with fools.
The next morning, he resigned himself to his fate and went to report to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
At the same time, Song Siyun also packed up and went out with Cuiyu Quemei.
Tomorrow is the first day of September. Today I will accompany my mother to the street to buy the necessary supplies for tomorrow's Buddha worship.
"Tell my brother and sister-in-law that I won't be back tonight." At the door of Gu's house, Song Siyun waved and left a message to the doorman.
The concierge bowed in response and did not stand up until the carriage disappeared.
"There are not many items needed for worshiping Buddha. The most important thing is a sincere heart." After finishing shopping, the two of them took a carriage back to the house. When they entered the house, Mrs. Song patted her hand and gave her some instructions.
Song Siyun nodded, "I know."
Finally, he asked, "So what kind of incense did mother make this time?"
Mrs. Song was a skilled hand, and she loved to make her own perfume and tend to the fruit trees in the backyard. Whenever the fruit in the backyard bore fruit, she would offer the first crop to the Buddha, and only the rest would be eaten by her family.
This year is no exception.
Mrs. Song smiled and pulled her in. She walked slowly and told her about the fragrance she had blended this time with great interest.
Finally, he added hesitantly, "I really like it, but I don't know if the Buddha likes it."
"I like it. I like it."
Suddenly being embraced, Mrs. Song turned her head and saw her daughter looking up and nodding affirmatively.
He couldn't help but laugh, poking her forehead and jokingly saying, "Little rascal, you're the only one who can make me happy."
She was not annoyed, but laughed and hugged him tighter.
At night, the two of them slept in Qiu Shui Courtyard.
When he went to bed, Master Song did not see his wife who usually read books to kill time in the room. He realized in an instant that his wife had been seduced away by that cunning guy again.
He shook his head helplessly and stayed alone in the empty room.
Gu Yanzhou is also alone in the empty room.
I didn't see him at dinner, and when I asked, I found out that he had gone back to the Song Mansion to prepare for worshiping Buddha tomorrow.
No one in the Gu family believed in Buddhism, so it was convenient for her to go home.
Although I thought so, when I returned to Ruixue Pavilion, I felt inexplicably empty in my heart.
He stood there for a long while, until the wind gave him a headache, then he turned and went back inside. But a moment later, he came out again. He seemed to be filled with anger that could not be quenched, and with a sullen face, he went to the study.
The study was brightly lit, and a book lay on the window. In the silhouette, it had been opened and remained untouched for a long time.
After a while, the book moved. It was put on the table and ignored.
The man sitting at the desk was silent for a while, then he gritted his teeth and said his first words since returning to the hospital today: "If I had known, I wouldn't have brought you Wangji preserved fruit."
He took out a paper bag from his sack, opened it, picked out one and tasted it; it was so sour that it made his teeth fall out.
He pushed it aside in frustration, and after a long time, he wrapped it up and put it away in disappointment.
At this moment, the person he was thinking about and complaining about was sleeping soundly next to Mrs. Song.
The next day they got up very early, and at daybreak they packed up and went out. As they were about to leave, they heard a knock on the window.
Song Siyun yawned and lifted the curtain. Seeing who was coming, he couldn't help but frown in confusion: "Gu Yanzhou? What are you doing here?"
The man leaned over from his horse, took out a paper bag from his sack and handed it to her, looking away and explaining calmly, "My sister-in-law forgot you were not at home yesterday and bought it on her way back."
"No one likes to eat this except you, and my sister-in-law's kindness is not worth wasting, so I just decided to bring it to you on my way today."
Gu Yanzhou's eyes did not move, he looked straight ahead, and finally said: "Come back early in the evening, my sister-in-law is waiting for you to have dinner together."
After a long while, he didn't get a response. He glanced sideways and saw that the person was eating happily and had no time to pay attention to him.
Seeing the person in front of him so happy, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Is it sweet?"
Song Siyun raised his eyes, puffed his cheeks and nodded, sharing generously: "Do you want to try it?"
As he said that, he handed it over.
It was not until I saw that the preserved fruit in my hand was missing a piece that I suddenly realized that I had eaten it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Song Siyun apologized repeatedly and hurriedly took it back to get him a new one.
Unexpectedly, her hand was gripped by a warm force. The man leaned over slightly and took the whole thing from her hand. After savoring it carefully, he smiled and nodded: "It is indeed very sweet."
The sun was especially scorching today, burning my face. He quickly retracted his hand, waved down the carriage curtain, and urged urgently, "It's getting late. Hurry up and go to court. You'll be punished if you're late."
"Thank you for your concern, ma'am."
Even through the car curtains, I could hear him laughing.
Song Siyun couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Is it so fun to tease me?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He was about to lift the curtain to save face when he suddenly met a pair of smiling eyes.
I was stunned, and the words I had prepared for a long time suddenly turned to ashes, leaving only a blank in my mind.
It was rare to see her so stunned, so Gu Yanzhou looked at her twice more curiously. Seeing that it was almost time, he smiled and said, "Come back early in the evening, I'll wait for you to have dinner."
Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, he poked her chubby face with the whip and asked, "Did you hear that?"
The cold touch on his face made him shudder. Song Siyun came back to his senses and wiped his face dissatisfiedly, saying with great disgust: "It's so dirty."
Finally, seeing his face darken, he whispered, "I know, I know. You should hurry up and go to court."
After saying that, he lowered the curtain and turned around to find a handkerchief to wipe his face.
Who knew that when he turned around, he saw his mother smiling mysteriously. His hands froze and he opened his mouth to explain.
Mrs. Song didn't listen, raised her hand to stop him, and said sympathetically, "Don't worry, I understand. I understand everything. I've been through it all, you understand."
Without waiting for her to speak, he quickly asked the driver to go away.
The carriage gurgled along, Song Siyun opened his mouth, but felt that any explanation would be unnecessary.
It’s all the fault of that bastard Gu Yanzhou!
She was filled with resentment and her hands were not light. When she felt a sharp pain, she quickly withdrew her hands. She looked left and right in the mirror and was relieved when she saw that it was just a red spot and no damage.
The carriage was shaking and swaying so much that it made people want to sleep.
I sat back a bit, leaning against the padded wall of the car. After a while, my eyelids became so heavy that I couldn't even lift them up, and consciousness gradually faded...
Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and Song Siyun, who was sleeping soundly, almost flew out. Fortunately, Mrs. Song had not slept all the time and quickly gave him a hand to help him, thus avoiding this tragedy.
After confirming that she was okay, he called out, "Ada, what's wrong?"
"Madam, someone fell in front."
A Daxu was terrified, his voice trembling, "It seems like he was hit to death by us, his body is covered in blood..."
"What!"
Mrs. Song was startled, lifted the curtain and walked out.
Song Siyun also woke up at this time and was shocked when he heard this.
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