3 Wrong Kiss
◎She just wanted to keep him warm, so why did she kiss him?◎
Shu Yao didn't believe that he died just like that, so she moved closer and continued to listen.
The wind was howling outside.
After an unknown amount of time, Shu Yao finally heard a few faint beatings.
He didn't die, luckily he didn't die.
While she was relieved, she was also troubled. Ji Shijing's condition was very bad now. If he was not treated, he might not survive tonight. If he died, she would not be able to survive either. After all, their lives were tied together, and they would live and die together.
Thinking of this, Shu Yao gritted his teeth and put Ji Shijing on his back. It was too cold in the mourning hall and he couldn't stay here any longer.
When she carried Ji Shijing on her back, it felt like she was carrying a skeleton. His bones hurt her so much that she almost fell down when she stood up. She steadied herself and walked forward slowly step by step with him on her back.
When she opened the door, the wind and snow blew in her face. Looking at the flying snow, she was confused. She didn't know where Ji Shijing's house was.
[System, which way should we go now?]
System: [Master, you are following the plot right now, I cannot interfere.]
Shu Yao: ...
Fortunately, night had just fallen and she could still see the road clearly. She looked around and found it was quiet all around, without a single maid or servant. She lifted Ji Shijing up and walked into the vast snow.
Shu Yao walked in the snow, one step deep and one step shallow. She was wearing thin clothes and was already shivering from the cold. Her lips slowly turned purple, but she still held Ji Shijing's arm tightly and walked forward with firm steps.
Finally, she saw a servant who was on duty in the corridor not far away. She hurriedly called him and wanted him to come over and help.
But unexpectedly, the servant wiped his eyes, saw that it was her, and quickly dropped the broom and ran away.
Shu Yao was a little puzzled, but she couldn't care less now. She struggled to carry Ji Shijing to the corridor, which had been swept clean. She put him on a bench and planned to rest for a while.
At this time, her stomach started to growl again at an inopportune time. She had only eaten one steamed bun from yesterday to today. She touched her flat belly and sighed, not knowing whether she could have a hot meal tomorrow.
After a short rest, she continued to carry Ji Shijing on her back. When her hand accidentally touched the back of his hand, she shivered from the cold. His hand was so cold.
Just as I put him on my back, a cluster of light appeared at the end of the corridor, followed by a burst of messy footsteps.
The sudden appearance of light made Shu Yao feel a little uncomfortable. She squinted her eyes. The group of people in front were getting closer and closer. The old lady was sitting in a sedan chair, and four sedan bearers were carrying her in the front. Behind her followed a group of maids and old women, each holding a bright lantern in their hands.
Shu Yao was blocked by them. She thought to herself that something was wrong. They were indeed coming for her.
The servant just now must have gone out to report the news secretly, so the old lady came so quickly.
The old lady was wearing a thick coat and a circle of fox fur around her neck. When the sedan chair stopped, she stood up with the help of a maid and a cane. She looked at Shu Yao and asked angrily, "Why are you running around instead of staying at the wake?"
Shu Yao sighed and lowered her head. When she raised her head again, her eyes were slightly red and her voice was choked with sobs: "Old Madam, the Second Young Master suddenly fainted just now. I was afraid that something might happen, so I thought of sending him back first."
The old lady glanced at Ji Shijing on Shu Yao's back nonchalantly and muttered softly.
Although the sound was very small, Shu Yao still heard it.
What the old lady just said was "a sickly person who is dying".
Shu Yao pursed her lips, feeling very complicated. Ji Shijing, everyone wants you to die, so you must live well and slap all of them in the face.
"Shu Yao, leave Erlang here, and you go back to continue keeping vigil." The old lady said in a commanding tone.
But Shu Yao did not let go of Ji Shijing. She knew that in this big house, except her, no one would treat him sincerely. If she abandoned him now, according to the current situation, he would hardly survive the night.
"Madam, Third Uncle has entrusted the Second Young Master to me. Please leave him to my care."
Unexpectedly, this little girl dared to disobey her. The old lady raised her eyebrows and said, "You little girl, you are incredible! You dare to use your uncle to pressure me. Today, I will let you know who is the boss in the Ji Mansion."
Shu Yao had a bad feeling in her heart.
Sure enough, the next second, she saw two servants slowly walking out from behind the crowd with sticks as thick as their arms.
The old lady's drooping eyes revealed a fierce look: "Wu disobeying the elders is truly unfilial and should be punished according to the family law."
"Old lady, I don't mean to offend you, but the Second Young Master's condition is really bad. I'm afraid we can't delay it any longer." Shu Yao tried to speak calmly, but a small volcano had already erupted in her heart. What a vicious old lady, she was so angry that she was about to die. The key was that she couldn't turn against her yet.
When the old lady heard this, a cruel arc appeared on her lips: "I will naturally save my grandson."
What the hell can I do to save you? Shu Yao sneered in her heart.
The old lady sat back in the sedan chair, half-closed her eyes and waved her hand. Two servants walked directly to Shu Yao with sticks in their hands.
Only then did Shu Yao realize that this was not an ordinary stick at all. It was covered with sharp spikes, and if it hit her body, it would definitely tear her skin apart.
She took two steps back, trying hard to think of a solution. Suddenly, she remembered the house deeds and land deeds that Aunt Xiuhua mentioned. Regardless of whether Ji Shijing had these things on him, she would move them out first.
She just didn't believe that the old lady didn't covet these things.
"Madam, I really don't trust the Second Young Master to be taken care of by others. I'm afraid something might happen to him, and it would be a waste to lose those house deeds and land deeds."
As soon as she finished speaking, the old lady's face changed. She hurriedly asked, "What did you say? Erlang has the land deed and the house deed in his hand?"
However, she still had doubts in her heart. According to her son's personality, he would not give these things to that sickly girl.
After all, all the family deeds are in her hands now. Could there be any that are missing?
All this money is for her eldest son, and not a single cent can go out. This sickly boy can't get a penny.
Seeing the old lady's reaction, Shu Yao calmed down a little. She knew that the old lady believed it. "Yes, Aunt Xiuhua asked the second young master about it today."
The old lady's eyes rolled around twice, and I don't know what bad idea she was planning.
A calculation flashed in her eyes as she said, "You are a considerate person. Take good care of Erlang." Then she turned to a little maid beside her and said, "Take them to the north courtyard."
Shu Yao finally felt relieved. The little maid walked hurriedly in front, with no intention of stopping to wait for them. Shu Yao walked behind with Ji Shijing on her back, struggling to walk.
The road became more and more remote and narrower, and there were even withered weeds on both sides of the stone road, as if no one had taken care of it for a long time.
But Shu Yao was not in the mood to pay attention to her surroundings. She had only one thought in mind right now, which was to make sure Ji Shijing lived well.
Shu Yao fell several times along the way and scraped her knees. She frowned in pain, but she still got up and continued to follow the little maid in front of her.
The cold wind, the heavy snow, and the person on her back—she was almost unable to carry him anymore...
"Ji Shijing, you can't die."
"You must repay me well in the future."
"When you make a lot of money, you have to spend it on me."
"If you meet any handsome friends, introduce them to me."
“…”
The further we walked, the more desolate it became.
The little maid walked to a tattered door and stood still. She turned around and bowed in a pretentious manner: "This is the residence of the second young master. From now on, you and the second young master will live here so that you two can take care of each other." After saying that, she did not stay any longer and left.
Shu Yao held her back: "Wait a moment."
The little maid quickly pulled up her sleeves, fearing that they would get stained with something dirty.
For a moment, Shu Yao was also a little embarrassed.
The little maid asked, "Miss Shu, is there anything else?" Shu Yao should be called Madam, but the old lady ordered that she could only be called Miss Shu.
Shu Yao quietly took out a jade hairpin of ordinary color from her sleeve and handed it to the maid: "Please find a doctor for us. After the work is done, there will be a reward."
This hairpin was the one she wore on her head on her wedding day. She secretly took it off and hid it in her sleeve.
The little maid quickly snatched the hairpin away and whispered, "To be honest, the old lady won't let the second young master see a doctor."
"Why!"
The little maid shook her head: "I don't know either, but I just got some medicine to dispel the cold not long ago, it's just..."
Seeing her embarrassment, Shu Yao immediately understood: "Here is another hairpin, as long as you bring the medicine over."
The little maid smiled happily and said, "I'll get it right away." Then she left happily.
Shu Yao looked at the dilapidated door in front of her. The wooden door was shaky and creaked in the cold wind. She pushed it gently, and the door slowly opened while singing an ancient ballad.
Shu Yao stretched her head and looked inside. It was a little dark, and she couldn't see the scene inside clearly, but she could still feel that the place was very dilapidated.
The yard was not big, and there were three small houses in it. Shu Yao pushed open the first door, and a thick smell of dust and moisture hit her in the face. She closed it decisively. It was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.
So she pushed open the second room, but the second room was very small and looked like a bathroom.
Only the innermost small room was left, and Shu Yao carried Ji Shijing into the room without hesitation.
There was no other smell in the room. Shu Yao fumbled and put him on the bed, then looked all over the room for a candle. Finally, she found a piece of candle only the length of a thumb in the drawer. There was a flint on the table, and she struck the candle several times before it was lit.
Although the firelight was dim, it at least provided a glimmer of light.
She walked to the bed with the candle and placed it on a low cabinet not far from the bed.
Looking at Ji Shijing lying quietly on the bed, the snowflakes that fell on his eyelashes melted and turned into water droplets that fell from the corners of his eyes, just like his tears.
Shu Yao was really afraid that he was dead, so she quickly covered him with a quilt, but the quilt on the bed was so thin that it couldn't keep him warm at all.
Shu Yao hurriedly went to look in the closet, but it was empty. There was only a set of washed-out clothes neatly folded in the corner.
The house is bare.
Shu Yao felt helpless. She returned to the bed, pulled Ji Shijing's hand out from under the quilt, and then wrapped it in her palm, rubbing it constantly to keep warm.
His hands were too cold and hard, making it difficult to rub.
This method of keeping warm is insignificant, but there is no better way so far. Shu Yao breathes out over and over again, just wanting to keep Ji Shijing warm.
Wax dripped from the low cabinet and formed a small mountain at the bottom.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Shu Yao immediately stood up and opened the door. It turned out to be the maid who had brought medicine. She secretly took the medicine out of her bosom and stuffed it into Shu Yao's hand: "You must not tell the old lady."
Shu Yao nodded, took out another hairpin from her sleeve and handed it to the maid.
The little maid happily took it. Just as she turned around to leave, Shu Yao hurriedly called her, "Is there any charcoal fire in this courtyard?"
"No."
"What about the firewood?" Shu Yao continued to ask.
The maid pointed to the right and said, "Every month the woodcutter delivers a small bundle of firewood to the north yard. It should be piled there."
As if she was afraid that Shu Yao might have other questions, she ran away in a hurry after saying this.
Shu Yao turned around and went back to the house holding the medicine in her hand.
The candles in the room had burned out at some point, and the room was pitch black, with one unable to see one's hand in front of one's face. Shu Yao groped her way to the bedside and continued to hold Ji Shijing's hands in her palms, thinking of warming him up again.
But she didn't know that Ji Shijing had already woken up when she went out to get the medicine, and his dark eyes were staring at Shu Yao without blinking.
But Shu Yao was completely unaware. She held his hands to her lips and was about to breathe another breath of warm air when her lips accidentally touched his nails.
Ji Shijing's eyes, which had been calm all this time, finally showed a hint of fluctuation.
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