I promise

Chapter 50

Mu Dianke burned until almost dawn.

In a daze, she didn't know whether she was dreaming or waking up. She saw Jin Zhenyue sitting on the head of her bed, stretching out his hand, gently rubbing her forehead with his rough palm, his movements were suppressed and slow, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

She tried to open her eyes to see more clearly, and wanted to reach out and grab him, but her body was weak and she couldn't use any strength.

She sobbed, "Grandpa, Sier misses you so much. Sier misses mother."

The next day, the rain stopped and the clouds collected, and it was rare for Gusu, which had been raining for half a month, to clear up.

Sunlight shines in through the rhombic window panes, and is divided into bunches by wooden ribs, even in thickness.Countless fine dust danced in the light beam, like mist, like light smoke, blowing warm on the face.

Mu Dianke lay quietly in the light and warm silk velvet quilt, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, carefully reminiscing about last night's dream.

She saw Jin Zhenyue in her dream.

She saw him pushing the door and coming in, holding her in his arms, feeding her medicine; raising his hand to gently stroke her face and forehead... It was so real that it didn't look like a dream!
She hadn't dreamed of Jin Zhenyue for a long time, even in the past two years, she rarely dreamed of Jin Lianyin.

In the dream, there were only the surging Yellow River, the flames soaring into the sky, and countless corpses in the Jin family mansion.

Waking up in pain every time.

She thought it must be because she avenged the Jin family and grandpa was very happy, so he came to see her specially.

She really misses him.It's also good to see it once in a dream.

She savored the scene in the dream carefully, and the touch of the rough palm on the forehead seemed to be still there.

She raised her hand, pressed it on her forehead, and tilted her head in the pillow, greedy for this kind of warmth and unwilling to get up.

The sun was getting higher and higher, Yanyang bowed his head, and retracted the beam of light that had slanted through the rhombic pane.It's past noon.

Mu Dian remembered that there were important things to do, and turned over to sit up. As soon as he moved, his whole body hurt as if he had fallen apart, and he heard a gentle and familiar voice: "Slow down, girl."

Zhaoyang, who was wearing a light yellow dress, ran over to support her.

Zhaohui also poked his head in through the door frame, and said happily, "Young lady is awake? Is the young lady hungry? There is porridge in the kitchen, may I bring the young lady to eat?"

Pain and illness are the most consuming.Mu Dianke burned for half the night, exhausted his energy, he was indeed hungry and tired, nodded, and asked, "What time is it?"

Zhaoyang said, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon."

Zhaoyang helped Mu Dianke get up, waited for her to wash up, and handed her a glass of warm honey water to moisten her throat.Mu Dianke took a sip of water and asked, "When did you come?"

Zhaoyang replied: "Last night, Mr. Fang said that the girl might be hurt this time, and told us to follow the team to serve as soon as possible. Zhaohui and I hurried, but we were late. The girl I don't even know how dangerous you were last night."

Seeing her worry, Mu Dian smiled and said, "No matter how dangerous it is, I will come here." Then he asked, "Did Mr. Fang come to Gusu with you?"

Zhaoyang said: "We came together. We broke up when we entered the city. There must be some urgent business."

Zhaohui trotted in with a bowl of rice porridge.

The rice porridge has been boiled for a long time, it is thick and fragrant, and it is cooled in cold water, and it is just warm.

Zhaohui handed the porridge bowl to Mu Dianke and said, "What is he in a hurry for? He must have gone to Huayuan Pavilion. When I was in Yangzhou, I saw him inquiring about an oiran named Yuhaitang in Huayuan Pavilion. It is said that The number one beauty in Gusu. The Holy Master was afraid of hindering the girl’s work and refused to let us come to Gusu. Now that we finally have the opportunity to come, how can he hold back.”

Fang Junhe is the sixth lord of the Ming Palace, Mu Dianke's subordinate, but was once his master.Mu Dianke had been Fang Junyu's little book boy for nearly half a year, not many people in the Ming Palace knew about it, even Zhaoyang Zhaohui didn't know about it.

Returning to the Central Plains requires not only financial resources, but also an accurate and timely intelligence network.

In addition to the banks and casinos on the bright side, the Ming Palace is managed by a special accountant.There are also dozens of underground casinos and singing and dancing venues, which Xu Younan secretly manages.

The Huayuan Pavilion that Zhaohui mentioned was an information point that Ming Palace set up in Gusu in the early years.

Ruanrou Township has always been a tomb of heroes.

The land of singing and dancing is also the fastest and easiest place to get information.

Fang Jun and Shang Jun, who is the most idle in the eyes of the disciples of the Ming Palace, hang around the fireworks every day, not just for fun.

Of course these Mu Dian would not say anything, he just said indifferently: "He didn't offend you."

Zhaohui said angrily: "I'm angry for the girl. Just tell me how many troubles he has caused in the past few years, and the girl has borne it for him in front of the Holy Lord. The girl has become so sick, and he didn't say that he came to visit Just one glance. Those who think about this beauty all day long are not afraid of getting sick."

Seeing that Mu Dianke's face changed, Zhaoyang quickly gave Zhaohui a hand and said, "Young Master Fang, I'm afraid he didn't know that the girl would be so seriously ill."

Mu Dianke turned serious, and gave Zhaohui a cold look.

Zhaohui lowered his head and whispered, "Zhaohui slipped his tongue."

Mu Dianke said: "I don't care where Mr. Fang is going or what he's doing, and you don't even care. Don't talk behind your back in the future."

Both Zhaohui and Zhaoyang bowed their heads and replied, "Yes."

Mu Dianke lowered his head and scooped up the rice porridge, feeling someone outside the door.Looking up, I saw Xiaoye poking her head in pitifully while holding on to the door frame, as if she wanted to enter but dared not.

When Mu Dian saw this situation, he knew what was going on, and asked Zhaohui, "Did you mention her?"

Zhaohui lowered his head even more.

As soon as she entered the door last night, she caught up with Mu Dian's high fever, and seeing Xiao Ye clumsy and unable to take care of her, she just cried.A wave of anger came up immediately.

Because of being angry, she scolded her head and face very heavily, and she regrets it now thinking about it.

Mu Dianke put down the spoon and said in a displeased tone, "She's just a little girl, don't scare her so fiercely."

Turning his head and beckoning to Xiaoye, he smiled and said, "Why don't you come in, why are you standing outside?"

Xiao Ye was overjoyed and ran in quickly.Because the injury he received at Liu's house that day was still not healed, he ran with his arms and legs tied up, looking rather clumsy.

Mu Dianke said softly: "Slow down, be careful not to tear the wound."

Xiaoye snuggled up to Mu Dianke, her little face was full of happiness, she didn't care if she was hurt or not, and said crisply: "I am very strong, so it doesn't matter a long time ago. Is Third Miss better?"

Realizing that he was addressing him incorrectly, he quickly changed his words: "It's a girl, is the girl better?"

Mu Dian laughed: "I am also very strong."

Zhaoyang and Zhaohui looked at each other the same way, each saw the surprise in the other's eyes.

They have been with Mu Dianke for so many years, have they ever seen her smile like this, and who has she spoken to in such a tone?

　I wish you a nice weekend!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)