The ninth day of the fifth month of the thirty-third year of Jiasheng.
early morning.
Ningguta.
Zhong Mingwei had been suffering from a sore throat for the past few days and had barely eaten a grain of rice. That night, he ate so many chestnuts in one go, and as a result, he had health problems the next day. He kept vomiting, not only vomiting out all the chestnuts, but also vomiting out almost all the bile. Even then, he still couldn't stop. Pang Yi was extremely anxious. He was originally going to leave for the capital, but he didn't dare to leave no matter what. Fortunately, Gu Changlin came back in time. He gave Zhong Mingwei medicine, which stopped the vomiting, but Zhong Mingwei was severely dehydrated. He had no strength left in his body. He just lay paralyzed on the kang, not to mention getting up, even drinking water was difficult. Pang Yi patiently went in for half an hour to feed Zhong Mingwei water. Gu Changlin was no longer so good-tempered. Ever since Mei Ya moved out, Gu Changlin had been glaring at Zhong Mingwei all day long. It's not that he didn't feel sorry for Zhong Mingwei, but as an old man who had never married and had no children, he did so. He really couldn't agree with Zhong Mingwei's choice, but it was inconvenient for him to intervene, so he avoided it as much as possible to avoid quarreling under the same roof all day long.
After lying on the kang for three days, Zhong Mingwei finally recovered, but he couldn't fall asleep that night.
The eighth day of the first lunar month was supposed to be the day he and Mei Ya were going to get married, but now he was lying on the kang half-dead. But who could he blame?
Zhong Mingwei curled his lips bitterly, stretched out his hand to take the pink little pillow into his arms, hugged it tightly, and as soon as he closed his eyes, tears rolled down.
He hugged this little pillow every day. In the days without Meiya, he could barely hold on with the help of this small pillow. However, the smell of Meiya on the pillow was getting fainter and fainter. Zhong Mingwei was sad and panicked. He suddenly buried his whole face in the pink little pillow, breathing hard, trying hard to find the smell of Meiya.
How will I get through the days ahead?
…
"Master..." When Pang Yi pushed the door open, he saw Zhong Mingwei sleeping with his head covered. He was about to leave. Zhong Mingwei had not had a good night's sleep for a while, so Pang Yi naturally couldn't bear to wake him up.
"How is it?" Without waiting for Pang Yi to leave, Zhong Mingwei lifted the quilt and looked at Pang Yi, "How is the girl today?"
"Replying to Master, Madam didn't leave the house all day," Pang Yi had to turn back and walked to the kang, "But the family has Grandma Chen and Miss Gu to take care of them, so it should be fine."
"I understand," Zhong Mingwei nodded, then paused and said, "After today, you don't have to keep an eye on her every day. I have already written a letter to the Queen Mother. You will go to the capital tomorrow. Chengzi, you have worked hard."
During this period, Zhong Mingwei had been asking Pang Yi to secretly keep an eye on Mei Ya, fearing that Mei Ya might get upset and something might happen.
"It's not hard for me," Pang Yi said. Looking at Zhong Mingwei's thin face, Pang Yi couldn't help but say, "Master, you have to take care of yourself."
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything, but just waved his hand gently, signaling Pang Yi to leave. Pang Yi didn't stay long either. After making a cup of jasmine tea for Zhong Mingwei, he left because he had to go down the mountain later.
…
Zhong Mingwei was awakened by Pang Yi in the early morning.
"What's the matter?" He had finally fallen asleep, but was suddenly woken up. His head felt like a mess.
"Master, please calm down first..." Pang Yi squatted in front of the kang with a pale face. As he spoke, he took out shoes and socks to put on Zhong Mingwei.
"What happened?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly grabbed Pang Yi's hand, staring at him intently, and said in a deep voice, "Is... is something wrong with her?"
Pang Yi took a few deep breaths, and then said in a trembling voice: "Master, the Madam... jumped into the river."
"puff!"
The next second, a large amount of blood spurted everywhere, and Zhong Mingwei collapsed on the kang like a pile of mud. Pang Yi was frightened by the blood all over his body, so he hurried to the side room to call Gu Changlin over. When the two of them hurried over, they saw that Zhong Mingwei had already got off the kang, and he was stumbling forward barefoot.
"Master! Put on your shoes!" Pang Yi hurried into the room to get his shoes, but seeing the blood on the uppers, he put them down again. He didn't have time to find other shoes, so he quickly took off his own shoes and chased after him. He saw Gu Changlin had already helped Zhong Mingwei to the yard. There were already several pools of blood on the ground. The more Pang Yi looked, the more frightened he became. He hurriedly chased after him, "Master, please don't..."
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