Chapter 114: God Will Take Me Over
The horse was brought back by Li Mizhang.
According to him, he had a cousin who married far away in Huaicheng, and he came here to visit her.
At that time, the person in Zhu Hao's arms was no longer alive, unlike the warmth of the past, just like the snow all over the field, getting colder and colder.
Her body gradually became heavier, as if it was filled with lead and then became ethereal. She was like a wisp of smoke that was about to dissipate, and she could no longer support Song Xieqing.
His five fingers loosened inch by inch, and Zhu Hao finally stopped and handed Song Xieqing to Li Mizhang.
The sound of horse hooves gradually rose, and the snow dust was lightly raised. When the two people and the horse were about to disappear into the vastness, Zhu Hao still called the man back.
She felt as if she was stuck in a quagmire, or fallen into a deep cave. The sky and earth faded, all things lost their voices, and the wind and snow filled her lungs and covered her eyelashes.
So she could only utter a few harsh words in a bad tone, hoping to hide her soon-to-be-transparent body from others, and then she could go into the alley.
The wind was blowing fiercely in the alley, but fortunately she was unconscious. When she could no longer run, she fell to the ground in the vast sky and earth like a pool of melted snow.
After coming to this point in her life, when she thinks carefully, she actually has no regrets. Her close friends are still there, her career has not been unfulfilled, and she has been in harmony with the man she loves. She thinks she is a capable girl. Although she has taken some tricks and shortcuts, as long as she thinks that Ayin and the others are still fine, her journey has not been in vain.
That's good.
This time, I will probably become a lonely ghost.
That's good, she can pester him day and night.
I wonder if the gods in heaven can see ghosts?
I wish you all the best, it is probably possible.
The sound of the wind gradually fades away, the fields are deserted, and the world finally becomes desolate.
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The Zhu family has not had peace for nearly half a month.
This is not surprising. Shopkeeper Zhu and her husband have only one daughter. The young lady of the Zhu family has been in good health since childhood and rarely gets sick throughout the year. For some reason, half a month ago, the young lady fainted for no reason and slept for more than ten days. They consulted all the famous doctors in the city, but they were all helpless. The couple even thought of moving their family to Kyoto, hoping that there was a master hidden in Kyoto who could save their daughter's life.
That day, Miaoli tucked in the quilt for the young lady as usual, opened a small window to let in some air, and was about to leave Xiaoxiangju when he heard a rustling sound behind him, followed by a hoarse voice from not speaking for a long time: "Miaoli?"
The little girl shuddered all over and almost dropped the basin. She turned around, but saw her mistress staring at her with a pale face and tightly frowned.
There was something indescribably strange in the young lady's eyes...hiss, as if...she didn't recognize her.
Miaoli shouted a few times outside the room, then hurried forward. She first checked the young lady's forehead to confirm that she was not feverish. Then she covered her cool hand and sobbed, "The young lady is finally awake!"
Zhu Hao's mind was a blur. The person before him was indeed intelligent and intelligent, yet she looked only thirteen or fourteen years old... Why was she still calling her "Miss"? And... wasn't he supposed to be a wandering ghost?
Glancing down, she found that her hands were actually smaller than before. Zhu Hao was shocked and threw off the quilt and got off the bed, but her whole body was weak and powerless. If Miaoli had not acted quickly, she would have fallen down.
"Miss! You've been in a coma for over ten days, so you're naturally exhausted..." Miao Li asked anxiously, her voice tearful. "Miss, please tell me what you want to do. You should rest on your bed and recuperate..."
"...Mirror." Zhu Hao said in a hoarse voice.
Although Miaoli was suspicious, she did not ask any more questions and hurriedly took out the bronze mirror from her dressing table.
The mirror reflected a pale, sickly little face. Judging from her eyes, eyebrows, and nose, it was undoubtedly hers, but... there was still childishness between her eyebrows, and she looked no more than an adult.
Why is this so?
She glanced around again, and saw that every table, chair, and other belongings were from the small home she had lived in since she was a child. However, ever since her parents passed away, the courtyard had been occupied by Zhu Lanxiang's daughter. Given her current age... she was still working for Zhu Lanxiang, and her life should have been very difficult.
Clearly, everything was familiar to her, yet it also felt indescribably strange.
"Miss... who are you..."
Before Zhu Hao could respond, they heard hurried footsteps outside the courtyard. They both looked up and saw the door was wide open. A wealthy and beautiful woman in new clothes entered with a group of servants. Finally, a strong man with a short beard squeezed in. Although he was tall and strong, his facial features were quite refined. He and the beautiful woman looked surprisingly well matched.
"My dear Pianpian, you're finally awake! I worried you so much..." Madam Zhu rushed forward and hugged Zhu Hao tightly in her arms. Her hands trembled as she stroked her body again and again, making sure her precious child was in good condition. Then she whispered, "Pianpian, where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell me, I'll call a doctor, okay?"
"Ah Li! Are you trying to strangle the child?"
Hearing the strong man's reminder, Mrs. Zhu quickly let the man go.
The room was completely silent.
Although the person on the couch didn't say a word, tears were already streaming down her face.
"Mother...Father...?" Zhu Hao murmured softly, raising his hand to rub his eyes, fearing that they were just two shadows.
Her mother had died during childbirth, and she had never seen her before, but the man in front of her was indeed her father, the father who had not yet lost his wife, had not yet been devastated, and was not yet on his deathbed.
"Look, the kid's crying himself into a trance! I'll go check on Doctor Wen to see if he's on his way... I'll hurry him!" The burly man muttered as he walked out, "I've heard that Doctor Wen's master's master is a disciple of the renowned, century-old Doctor Jia! He's a skilled traveler who stopped by Huaicheng! Didn't he cure the Li couple from Beiwei Street a while ago? Father Li had been bedridden for years like a living dead, and they used that soul-snatching acupuncture technique to bring him back to life with just a few stitches! Mother Li's insanity wasn't caused by the needles either! Oh! Our Pian Pian has been blessed with good fortune and a strong body since she was young. The fortune teller even claimed that she was blessed by the gods... If that's the case, what illness could Pian Pian be incurable... My girl should live a long and healthy life."
After the person walked away and the nagging voice completely faded from his ears, Zhu Hao stared at the beautiful woman and asked with a choked voice, "Are you really... my mother?"
Madam Zhu was slightly startled, then lightly tapped her forehead with her fingertips, "Silly child, are you confused from sleep? You don't even recognize your mother?"
Zhu Hao still couldn't believe it. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Zhu Lan...where's my aunt?"
"Ah, sister?" Mrs. Zhu said patiently, "Of course I'm in Beicun with my brother-in-law, working at the ironworks."
Zhu Hao suddenly burst into tears. Madam Zhu's heart tightened when she saw this. She quickly hugged her daughter to her chest, and said as she stroked her daughter's back, "Has Pian Pian suffered any injustice? Pian Pian tells mother, our family has a lot of connections! Mother will definitely make him very unhappy!"
"No, no... no one bullied me..." Zhu Hao sobbed and shook her head, her tears soaking her mother's clothes. But her arms hugged her tighter. She said sullenly, "Mother... why did you come so late?"
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In the blink of an eye, several days passed, and Zhu Hao's body was almost recovered, so he told Mrs. Zhu that he wanted to go out for a walk. Mrs. Zhu also felt that her daughter had been cooped up in the house for half a month, and it was time for her to go out shopping and spend money, so she ordered several servants to follow her closely, and there was a good reason for it.
The carriage had already been waiting outside the house. When the driver saw Zhu Hao coming out, he bowed and asked, "Where would you like to go today, young lady?"
Zhu Hao stepped briskly onto the stool and said joyfully, "Zhe E Zhai."
There was a sudden silence outside the house. The coachman and the servants looked puzzled. Zhu Hao couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"I know about Zhe'erzhai, but..." the driver hesitated, "This is where the noble families of Huaicheng enshrined their ancestors a hundred years ago. It was demolished after the founding of the Xin Dynasty and the death of the city lord. Where is Zhe'erzhai on the map of Huaicheng now?"
Zhu Hao's body swayed violently from the pier she was standing on. She supported herself on the shaft of the cart and said vaguely, "...In that case, where is Huaixian enshrined?"
Everyone looked at each other, and finally, someone timidly said, "Miss, where is the Huaixian? Huaicheng... there is only a land temple in the north of the city..."
"Well, okay, let's go to the land temple." Zhu Hao got on the carriage tremblingly, suppressing the sourness on the tip of his nose, and told himself over and over again that both of Song Xieqing's parents were extraordinary people, and no matter what, their status in the immortal class could not be changed.
However, things don't always go as planned. When the carriage stopped in front of the so-called land temple, and Zhu Hao saw the statue of the land god enshrined in the shrine, it was like a blow to the head.
The young lady had been a little different since she woke up. For example, now, with tears in her eyes, she repeatedly asked if there were any other immortals in Huaicheng. Seeing no results, she asked about the last city lord from a hundred years ago. Miaoli had heard of this a little, so she said, "Song Lang? Miss, I know, I know..."
"The great scholar Li Xueshi of the previous dynasty once wrote a biography of the City Lord. He was truly a good official who benefited the country and the people... If it weren't for Li Xueshi's pen, who knows how many years our City Lord would have been slandered by the world! Alas, it's a pity that City Lord Song Lang was truly pitiful, dying on the day of his wedding to his beloved girl..."
Miao Li couldn't stop talking when she heard about anecdotes related to love and sex. "After that... the bride disappeared! Some speculated that the city lord died at the hands of the girl, while others said that the girl died for love for the city lord..."
"There are even quite a few storybooks circulating, such as "The Pure-hearted Imperial Tutor Below, the Pretty Embroiderer Above," "Notes on the City Lord's Wife," and even more! "The City Lord's Secret Wife..."
Zhu Hao sat dejectedly in a corner of the carriage. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as she asked, "Do you know Songheju?"
"Of course I know!" Miao Li was in high spirits, muttering non-stop, "Isn't Songheju the former residence of the city lord a hundred years ago? Now it's been converted into an official residence, used exclusively to entertain high-ranking officials visiting from the capital... There's a century-old pomegranate planted in the courtyard. Well... to be honest, outsiders thought the young lady had suddenly fainted, but in fact, the young lady... was hit by the pomegranate..."
Zhu Hao remained silent. Her mood had been fluctuating up and down recently.
When the carriage started to move and was about to turn into the alley of Zhu's residence, they suddenly heard the sound of gongs and the carriage retreated to the side of the road to take shelter.
Zhu Hao lifted the curtain and looked out, only to see a huge procession of ceremonial guards marching towards them. At the head of the procession sat a young man in red clothes with a flower in his hair, looking like a scholar with high spirits.
Miao Li naturally saw it too, and whispered, covering her lips with her hands, "Ah, Miss and Mr. Shi are childhood sweethearts. It's a pity that Miss was ill recently and didn't know about it, right?"
"I don't know what?" Zhu Hao suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly, "Is Chunsheng... okay?"
"Your health? Of course you're in good shape. Otherwise, how could you have been second in the imperial examination at such a young age? You must have studied hard every night. Without a strong constitution, how could you have endured it? Huaicheng hasn't had a successful scholar for nearly a hundred years. Look! There's a parade celebrating today." Miao Li leaned closer and whispered, "I heard that a county lady has taken a fancy to Master Shi! I think they'll be engaged soon..."
Miaoli blinked and said with a giggle, "Miss will be coming of age early next year... Oh! I wonder which young man will be able to marry her then..."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Hao suddenly had an idea. "Quick! Once Chunsheng is far away, hurry home! I have something important to discuss with my mother!"
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In March, willows sway in the water, spreading across the pond's emerald green.
"Hey! The Zhu family is looking for a bride today!"
"The Zhu family's businesses are now vast and prosperous, catching up with the You family. Furthermore, the young lady of the Zhu family is an absolute beauty. I wonder which young man today has such good fortune after three lifetimes of cultivation..."
"The Dao only recruits sons-in-law, regardless of family background... uh, but he must be... of good character, hardworking, handsome as Pan An, gentle and considerate, and both civil and military..."
"Eh? What are you chewing? It smells so good that my stomach is rumbling."
"You're a stranger! You're so ignorant. Jiang's tofu! It's sold all the way from the capital to Huaicheng! It's said... it was originally opened by a princess from the previous dynasty... It's said... the princess always covered her face with gauze, never revealing her true appearance... It's said... she never spoke, saying she was incredibly beautiful and had a voice so stunning that she was invisible and silent. Hence, she's commonly known as Xishi's tofu!"
"Look, look, look! Miss Zhu is out!"
There were thousands of people crowded around the Zangxuan Pavilion. Zhu Hao was wearing a red dress that reflected the sun, her pearl hairpins swaying lightly, and she looked bright and dazzling. She hugged the hydrangea and glanced down, and all the faces were unfamiliar to her.
She held the hydrangea high above her head and closed her eyes.
He will definitely come.
Unless he wants to watch her marry someone else!
The silver bells embedded in the hydrangea rang softly in the wind and were thrown high into the sky.
Zhu Hao glanced down, and as far as the eye could see, there was no sight of the parade of gods and musicians, nor any trace of that man.
I wish your eyes will go dark, the world will spin, and all your five senses will disappear.
I opened my eyes again and was on the couch again.
Miaoli saw the man wake up and hurriedly handed him a cup of tea. Zhu Hao didn't take it and said nothing, looking depressed. Miaoli was at a loss when he suddenly remembered something and handed him a contract.
Zhu Hao took it reluctantly, and Miao Li whispered: "Miss, do you know the Xie family? The Xie family has an old man who was an official in the previous dynasty. He is now over a hundred years old! He just sent someone to deliver the deed, saying... saying that..."
Miaoli hesitated for a long moment, repeatedly confirming every word she followed with the Xie family to ensure she hadn't misheard. So, she gritted her teeth and repeated, "It's said... a hundred years ago, a young man left his family's silver and old house with the old master, instructing him... a hundred years later... to give it to the young lady as a birthday gift when she reached the age of marriage."
It was simply horrifying! Seeing a ghost in broad daylight! Even more bizarre was that the so-called old house was actually Songheju! The piles of gold, silver, and jewelry were enough to cover the Zhu family's decades of income...
Huh…? My young lady didn't even look like she'd seen a ghost; instead, her eyes were filled with tears.
Everything is fine now, parents are alive and well, friends are happy, she is also healthy, but... he is not here.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. "Young lady, are you awake? The young man who picked up the embroidery ball yesterday is here... Madam has instructed that if you are awake, please come to the flower hall to meet her. The embroidery ball was originally requested by Young lady, and it has become known to the whole city. Madam is saying that the Zhu family is a wealthy business family after all, and their trustworthiness cannot be broken. If Young lady is truly unhappy, she should apologize to the person in person, and the Zhu family will find a way to make amends... In short, Madam has repeatedly urged Young lady to sincerely apologize. The Zhu family regretted their engagement first, and they must not be disrespectful of their etiquette."
Zhu Hao wiped away her tears and put the deed carefully under her pillow. She understood her mother's difficulties and it was her responsibility to step forward.
After tidying up in a hurry, he followed the maid who had delivered the message to the flower hall.
The sun was shining brightly at that time, and the spring breeze was blowing, blowing the flowers off the branches.
Zhu Hao raised his eyes and stood there in a daze.
Not far away stood a young man who was only a few years older than her. He had a cold face and jade-like complexion, which made the red mole on his neck particularly conspicuous. The young man was holding a colorful silk ball inlaid with silver bells. His eyes seemed to pass over her, and his face turned red before he spoke.
There was a faint spark in her heart, like a grass bud that had been through the winter and was almost dead. Fortunately, spring came again at the end of winter, and the sky outside the window was bright, casting the still immature figures of the two on the shrine in front of the hall.
She broke into a smile and rushed forward, darting towards him like a returning bird, "Xiao Song! Xiao Song! Xiao Song!"
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