Qing Chuan Rebirth: Seeing You Every Year

Chapter 52 Who dares to call you ugly, Lord will drag him out and behead him immediately
Shu Yi drooped her eyelids, with a worried expression on her face, Yinti was afraid that she would burst into tears if she said something wrong.

"Whoever dares to say you are ugly, I will drag him out immediately and behead him."

"Start hitting the board again today, and kill people tomorrow, you are the only one who is angry." She laughed with tears in her eyes, and lay back on the pillow: "Can you give me your hand. "

"I just came in from the outside, my hands are cold..."

"I know your hands are cold, so I need to use it, give it to me!"

Yinti stretched out reluctantly, and Shu Yi pressed his hand on his forehead, the coolness finally made her feel a little better.

"How is Hiroyuki?"

"The fever has subsided. The imperial doctor said that the most dangerous time has passed. Don't worry."

"Ting Lan said, Little Gege also got smallpox?"

"The child is pitiful, and there is such a mother who harms others and herself."

She frowned, shook her head and sighed: "The child is innocent, you are her Ama, you should go and see more."

"Little Gege is being taken care of by the nuns. Grandpa will take care of you now. I am afraid that if you are restless and mess with these herpes, it will become more and more serious."

Yinti ordered someone to bring a folding fan over and fan her lightly. The cool breeze was blowing, and Shu Yi felt that her body did not feel so itchy. She smiled back at him: "My life is very hard, and I want to be with you tomorrow." Let's watch the New Year and eat dumplings together... By the way, it will be your birthday soon after the New Year..."

One-year-old addition to the sound of firecrackers.

When the whole capital was surrounded by festive atmosphere, little Gege from the west courtyard died of smallpox.

Shu Yi knew that there was nothing on Yinti's face, but she was still very sad. After all, this was his only daughter. She remembered that he had a poem handed down to future generations, which was to commemorate the deceased daughter.

Yinti had already ordered the nurse to be put to death, and he wanted to deal with Jinxiu as well, but Shu Yi didn't want to see so many life and death incidents, so he comforted her: "Little Gege passed away, she has already received evil retribution, how about Let her eat fast and chant Buddha for the rest of her life to atone for her sins!"

Because of illness and mourning, this year in the mansion was deserted, the ninth day of the lunar new year was Yinti's birthday, Shu Yi's smallpox had not fully recovered, and Xiao Gege's funeral was in progress, so a big birthday party could not be held.

She secretly tossed in the kitchen two days in advance, trying to give Yinti a unique birthday gift—a birthday cake!
The acne on her face had just scabbed over, so she could only work in the kitchen wearing a veil, just after separating the egg white from the yolk, Yinqi pushed open the door and came in to catch her.

"Wanyan Shuyi, do you think that you are not slow enough to recover from illness, so what are you doing here?"

She is already the mother of two children, and it is really embarrassing for Yinti to grab her by the collar of her neck!

"Stop, stop!" Shu Yi vigorously made a pause gesture: "If you have something to say in the future, please speak up, don't pick me up!"

"Did you listen to what I said, I told you to recuperate in the room, and you sneaked out again!"

"I'm almost healed, it's no fun lying in bed every day!"

She begged and negotiated for a long time before Yinti allowed her to stay here and order everyone to help, and she was not allowed to do it herself.

Shu Yi asked everyone to use her homemade tools to beat the egg whites. Yinti saw that people were clumsy and did it herself, and built a simple oven according to her drawings.I fumbled like this, failed several times, and finally made a soft cake body.

But this was only half the battle. She asked someone to boil a portion of milky taro puree and a portion of cheese to act as cream. After stacking several layers and putting some fruits on top, it finally looked like a cake.

The faces of the people in the room were covered with flour and milk paste, and some of them had a few streaks of black fire ash on their faces. They all looked at this round and fancy food curiously, not knowing what exactly they were. did something.

"What is this made by Fujin? The style is really pretty. I wonder if we will be lucky enough to try it!" Ting Lan asked for everyone while putting away the mess on the stove.

"Well, it's called a birthday cake!"

Shu Yi decorated the last two tangerines, and said: "Ting Lan, go and get some thin candles, and ask everyone in the courtyard to come over, and I'll share it with you after my birthday is over. !"

The courtyard changed from the gloomy atmosphere of the first lunar month, and under Shu Yi's command, Yinti had a lively birthday in a modern way, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

"Fu Jin also rewarded us with many cakes in the past, but they are not as good as this one!"

"Yes, this one is soft and soft, fragrant and sweet. My old lady is also blessed with the honor of the Fourteenth Master!" Liu Mama tasted it carefully with a plate, smiling happily.

Shu Yi and Yinti sat in the inner room, maids and nuns sat in the small hall, there were only a dozen people to the left, and the main room was packed to the brim.

"These days, everyone is doing their best to serve you so that Hong Tun and I can be safe and sound. The Fourteenth Master and I have seen everyone's hard work. There are no outsiders here. We all eat and drink to our heart's content. There are not so many rules!" Shu Yi held up her hand. The wine came to toast everyone.

Yinti also drank the wine and sighed: "You Fujin is the most unruly, but she is the most sharp-mouthed in this yard, even I dare not say her!"

Ting Lan teased the two of them at the side: "Everyone says Babeile fears the inside, but we, our master, are the ones who listen to Fujin in everything. He is very spoiled!"

The people in the house laughed together, and at this time a little maid cheered at the door: "Master Fourteen, Fujin, it's snowing outside!"

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, auspicious snow falls from the sky, and the old year is resigned.She has been here for four years.

Shu Yi's body is weak, and he recovered slower than that little guy Hong Yun, and he didn't recover completely until the first month of the lunar year.She looked in the mirror all day long, and the marks left by the acne faded very slowly. She felt disfigured and didn't go out much.

Yinti came down to court as usual to accompany her: "Today my starling asked me why you don't go out, the sisters-in-law always miss one out of three when they play cards, so you won't go if you are called?"

"I don't want to play cards..." Shu Yi put the children's playthings on the couch into the basket one by one, and quietly embroidered her pair of short-waisted socks with five poisonous patterns that hadn't been finished in two months.

"Didn't you hate being a female celebrity?"

"I can't go out, I have to find something to kill the time."

"No one will let you out?"

Shu Yi put the embroidery aside, and said aggrievedly: "Look at my face, how can I go out!"

Yinti came over and held her face and said: "My Fujin is fair and beautiful, why can't I go out?"

"Liar!"

"I'm serious, no one looked at your face so carefully, it was you who looked too carefully, tomorrow I will go to the Tai Hospital and bring you some jars of the best medicine!"

Shu Yi picked up the mirror and looked at it again, and said to herself: "Do you think I am getting older and my metabolism has slowed down?"

　"Mourning the Dead Girl" Aixinjueluo Yinti

　　You were born one year old and zero, and suddenly heard of the disease and died, tears filled.

　　It's too early for the soul to return home, a hundred years old is still born at the same age.

　　Dou secretly collected some poems of the little general. His literary talent is not as good as that of Shisan, and most of his poems are poems that should be made.However, it is also in line with the temperament of the little general.

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