Not long after Hu Bai left, a maid came in with medicine.
He asked the maid to put it down.
He stared at the medicine for a moment, and finally, after hesitation, poured it into the spittoon.
…
After stopping the medicine, Xue Tingsheng no longer felt sleepy, but his cough became even more severe.
Three days before the imperial examination, he developed a high fever again, and Fu Ling was almost going crazy.
When Xue Tingsheng woke up from a high fever, the doctor was saying to Fu Ling, "Madam, with the young master's condition, he should take his medicine properly and avoid overwork. Otherwise, if this continues for a long time, his body will become weak."
Fu Ling wiped her red eyes and said, "It won't last long. I just need to get through these few days. Doctor, do you have any way to reduce the fever quickly? It won't take long. I just need to get through until the examination is over."
The doctor simply sighed and said, "It's possible to reduce the fever, but the young master has lung heat. He should rest well in the days before the examination and avoid any further overwork. During the three days leading up to the examination, let the young master take the fever-reducing medicine. Perhaps he will be able to stay awake in the examination room."
Hearing this, Fu Ling felt desperate, but he could only ask the doctor to leave and boil the medicine first.
Xue Tingsheng raised his heavy eyelids, reached out to Fu Ling, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mother..."
Fu Ling quickly held his hand, but the first thing he said was not to ask about his well-being, but to ask him: "Tingsheng, have you finished memorizing your lessons?"
Xue Tingsheng sighed deeply and shook his head, "My son is useless. His mind is completely muddled. If he doesn't study late into the night these few days, I'm afraid... he won't have any chance at all."
Hearing this, Fu Ling covered her face and cried for a while: "It's really useless. You can't even memorize the ready-made answers. You will never be able to surpass Xue Tingliu in this life..."
Hearing this, Xue Tingsheng suddenly coughed again and stopped arguing.
When Fu Ling came out of Yanyunzhai, her eyes were still red.
Mother Xing, who had been waiting outside the door, had no idea what was happening inside.
She could only comfort him: "Madam, even if you are worried about the young master, you must also take care of yourself. You are so sad and crying, I am afraid your heart disease will get worse again."
Since New Year's Eve, she had suffered one blow after another, and her heart disease had not been relieved. In addition, she had to work day and night for Fu Rongxin's murder case and Xue Tingsheng's imperial examination. The overwork made her illness worse.
But the problem was not resolved, and such comfort was futile for Fu Ling.
When she sighed, her breath was heavy.
Unknowingly, she had aged visibly over the past six months. Last night, she even found two white hairs behind her ears.
Fu Ling shook her head. "If I could help Tingsheng pass the imperial examination, I would be willing to shorten my life by ten years. Unfortunately... I still couldn't give birth to a promising son."
They walked all the way to Anxianju. As soon as they entered, they saw Yuzhi and several maids drying something in the yard. When they got closer, they saw some Buddhist scriptures embroidered on silk.
She was feeling upset and asked, "Why are you showing off these Buddhist scriptures for no reason?"
Yuzhi bowed and said, "Madam, you are so forgetful. A few days ago, you sent us servants to embroider the scriptures you copied on silk. We have finished the embroidery and will send it to the Bodhi Temple in the next few days to be offered as a sacrifice for the young master."
Fu Ling was still a little dazed and nodded absentmindedly.
Observing her expression, Yuzhi explained, "The reason we need to air it is because Madam's handwriting is so beautiful. In order to embroider Madam's handwriting stroke by stroke, we used alum water to copy Madam's handwriting on silk first."
"Alum water?" Fu Ling frowned.
Yuzhi said, "That's right. Words written with alum water disappear after drying. They become visible only after being wetted with water. So I need to wet the silk before embroidering. After finishing, I need to let it dry again. In this way, this piece of silk Buddhist scripture will be completed."
"Alum water?" Fu Ling repeated it in a low voice, not knowing what he was thinking of.
Yuzhi seemed unaware of Fu Ling's unusual expression and continued, "I'm not good at calligraphy, but I've heard that there are some craftsmen among the people who can write very small characters with a rat-hair brush. Madam, you worship Buddha. If I could find such a craftsman and have him copy the embroidery pattern for you, I might be able to embroider the entire Buddha Mother Sutra on a sachet for you to wear every day."
Fu Ling seemed to have received some inspiration. She was lost in thought, her fingers tightly twisting the handkerchief, and her breathing became heavier.
Seeing that Fu Ling looked unhappy, Mother Xing called her, "Madam, are you feeling unwell?"
But Fu Ling smiled unexpectedly.
"Madam?" This smile made Mother Xing feel a little uneasy.
But suddenly, there was some spirit in Fu Ling's numb and empty eyes.
She said, "I'm fine."
Then, he looked at Yuzhi, who was now lowering her brows and looking down, and said, "Sincerity is the most important thing when worshipping Buddha. Alum is not a clean thing after all. Don't do this again in the future."
Yuzhi quickly apologized: "It's my fault. I blasphemed the gods and Buddhas. Please forgive me, madam!"
At the moment, Fu Ling didn't want to talk to her any more. She just said it was okay and let Mother Xing help her into the house.
…
Zhefangyuan.
"What?!" Rong Ziying stood up suddenly: "You mean... Gao Qingnian is still alive?"
That night at Bodhi Temple, Gao Qingnian disappeared without a trace. The Gao family members were almost going crazy looking for him, and even the Censorate issued a notice to look for him.
Rong Ziying really suspected that Fu Rongxin killed Gao Qingnian, but she had no evidence.
Chun Tao said, "I have inquired about everything. Gao Qingnian was found two days before the fifth young lady was murdered."
Rong Ziying sneered, tears of unwillingness welling up in her red eyes.
I didn’t expect that Gao Qingnian is still alive.
She stroked her belly: "Fu Rongxin, ah Fu Rongxin... I want you to pay for your blood debt with blood!"
…
Three days later, on the eve of the imperial examination.
In Jiangxuexuan, Xue Zhiyi was fiddling with the chessboard. The black pieces were conquering the chessboard like a conqueror, and the white pieces seemed to be forced into a desperate situation little by little.
But suddenly, she made a move that turned the entire chess game upside down.
The black piece, which had the advantage just now, is now like a turtle in a jar, with no chance of survival. It will be gone if it takes just a few more steps.
Crackling...
The candle flame suddenly burst into sparks.
Xue Zhiyi smiled: I wonder how lively the next few days will be.
In March, the sounds of insects and birds chirping gradually appeared outside the house.
At this moment, I don’t know which tree the geese are on guard duty.
After the last time he met Huo Wuyou, he asked Yan Gui to come back with her.
Huo Wuyou's original words were: "I don't want to miss any interesting details."
Let her be. Anyway, she didn't want Xue Tingliu to come to her in the middle of the night with bad intentions again. It was really hard to fall asleep without someone trustworthy around her.
Xue Zhiyi placed another piece, completely strangling the black piece into a desperate situation.
In short, as spring comes and flowers bloom, all things come back to life, and everything that follows will only become more and more interesting.
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