Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Chapter 3 Visit
Xie Zhiyun never believed in fate.

Those mysterious and mysterious things are just Gus that disturb people's hearts, not only can't solve themselves, but add troubles.

But at this moment, she couldn't take it lightly.

Xie Zhijun didn't let herself be immersed in her thoughts for too long, she took a deep breath, first slowly drank a cup of tea, and gradually woke herself up.

Fangcai said, "Muyun, get up and talk."

Mu Yun silently wiped away the tears on his face before staggering to his feet.

Xie Zhiyun looked at Mu Yun's face, saw tears in her eyes, and her face was full of sorrow, and said in a deep voice, "I know you dare not go home, you are afraid of seeing those two evil spirits, and you are afraid that they will make trouble, but you are also worried about your mother. Yes or no?"

She is not a cold-hearted person, it's just that things have been complicated recently, and she cared less about the people around her, so she missed this matter.

Mu Yun choked out a sob: "Miss, you also know that the slaves were brought up by their mothers. Later, the slaves became seriously ill, and the mother had no choice but to remarry. After getting married, they saw that they treated the slaves badly, so they sent the slaves into the mansion."

"I can't leave my mother alone."

There are some things that Mu Yun has never said to Xie Zhijun, and Xie Zhijun doesn't know what happened in her family.

But this is not important, what is important is her mother's life.

Xie Zhiyun acted decisively, and she immediately asked, "What's wrong with your mother?"

Mu Yun said: "My mother was tired in the early years, and her health was not good. Last year, the roots fell several times. The weather was too cold, and my mother's mental strength was weak. After the new year, she still couldn't make it, and she looked decayed."

Xie Zhiyun understood that she was physically weak and had heart failure.

But it's not a terminal illness.

Xie Zhiyun immediately raised his voice, "Zhao Yu."

Zhao Yu heard the sound outside, and immediately walked in quickly.

She is half a head taller than Muyun, with a slender and tall figure, with all her black hair coiled on the top of her head, with only a few strands left at the end of her hair, which has a neat tenacity.

Zhao Yu saluted Xie Zhiyun: "Miss."

Xie Zhiyun said quickly: "In a while, you can invite Nanny Jia first, and ask her to order two servants to accompany Mu Yun home."

Zhao Yu raised his eyebrows, but without questioning, he answered directly: "Yes."

Xie Zhiyun said again: "After inviting Nanny Jia, you go to the small warehouse to get Pingxin Pills and Shendan, bring them to Muyun, and then order someone to invite the doctor from Jishitang to come and ask for medicine."

Mu Yun was standing on the side, already stunned at this moment, without saying a word.

Zhao Yu was smart and quick, and after Xie Zhijun finished her instructions, she immediately took Mu Yun's hand and said, "Let's go, go see your mother first."

Mu Yun blinked her eyes, and big teardrops poured down, hitting her violently heaving chest hard.

With a thud, Mu Yun knelt down on the ground.

This time she was rare and neat, and kowtowed three times to Xie Zhijun, then got up with red eyes, and retreated with Zhao Yu.

Xie Zhijun breathed a sigh of relief when everyone in the house had left.

She poured herself another cup of tea and drank it slowly before thinking deeply.

She was worried that the dream was real, that Wei Ji would really die, that the Xie family and the Wei family would really lose, and when that day came, no matter which family they were in, they would not be able to settle down.

It is a luxury to die happily.

But is it all a coincidence?Whether it was for the illusory nightmare or for Muyun, she hoped that Muyun's mother would not die today.

Xie Zhiyun sighed.

She slowly closed her eyes, everything that happened yesterday appeared before her eyes one by one.

The new year has just passed, and the warm spring is coming.

The Ziming River running through the north and south of Yezhou City is gurgling, and the new willows on both sides of the river sprout new buds, embellishing the bleak winter day.

Pedestrians on the street took off their heavy cotton-padded jackets and put on light jackets one after another. Every family took advantage of Xiumu to step out of the house and go for an outing in Luoxia Mountain.

Xie Zhiyun had an awkward relationship with her father and younger brother during the Chinese New Year, and this year was not going well in the Wei family, so as soon as the first month came out, she led the servants to Guiyin Temple in Luoxia Mountain.

The first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year is the day when incense is offered. When Xie Zhiyun arrived at Guiyin Temple, it was noon, and [-]% of the people had already left, but Guiyin Temple was still full of incense and crowded with people.

It was also a good year for Yezhou. Under Su Guogong's rule, the eight old states of North Vietnam were all safe and sound. There had been no wars for several months, so the people could live and work in peace and contentment, and went to temples to offer incense in their busy schedule.

Xie Zhijun always didn't like people making too much noise, so he chose noon to go there. Even so, the pilgrims in Guiyin Temple still made Xie Zhijun flinch.

After all, this fragrance failed.

But Xie Zhiyun was never discouraged, she saw that there were too many people in Guiyin Temple, so she said to Zhao Yu: "I remember there is a pavilion in the back mountain, where you can also offer incense."

Zhao Yu then said, "Yes, although there is no Buddha statue there, there is an incense cauldron, and the common people would go there to worship the Luoxia Mountain God occasionally."

Come here, don't leave empty-handed.

"Go buy a box of sandalwood, and go home after worshiping the mountain god."

After that, Xie Zhiyun led Zhao Yu to Guiyin Temple to buy incense.

Reminiscing so far, Xie Zhijun exhaled slowly, she opened her eyes, and her eyes fell on the bronze mirror on the opposite table.

The light and shadow of the day shone on the bronze mirror, and there was only a blurred figure in the light.

Shadowy, like gods and ghosts.

Xie Zhiyun remembered that the incense building selling incense was just outside the temple. When Xie Zhiyun arrived, there were no other pilgrims. An old woman with gray hair was standing outside the incense building, holding a box of incense in her hand.

She seemed to hear the sound of footsteps, and slowly raised her head, Xie Zhijun realized that her eyes were closed tightly, her eyelids were covered with wrinkles, and she had obviously been blind for a long time.

For some reason, Xie Zhiyun felt quite sorry.

Although the old woman was blind, she seemed to have the eyes of the sky. Xie Zhijun obviously didn't make a sound, but she said: "It's the destiny, so don't regret it."

Xie Zhiyun once heard that blind people are sensitive, so he didn't feel anything wrong.

"Old man, I want to buy ten boxes of sandalwood."

The sandalwood from Guiyin Temple is very famous. It smells condensed but not scattered, quiet but not strong, and it smells very good.

The old woman raised her hand and sighed: "It's not a coincidence, there are many pilgrims today, and only this box is left."

Xie Zhiyun didn't force it, so he bought a box with twenty Wen.

After that, she went to the Jiehuo Pavilion to offer incense, enjoyed the scenery for a while, and then returned home.

All of this is unremarkable and unquestionable.

Xie Zhiyun frowned slightly, she turned her head away, the emerald jewels on her temples shook slightly, but there was no sound of collision.

Her pair of bright eyes passed through the screen where the birds announced the spring, and fell to the dressing table by the window.

The box of sandalwood with one missing piece happened to be placed on the dressing table.

It was just a box of ordinary sandalwood, with the inscription of Guiyin Temple engraved on it, nothing special about it.

Xie Zhiyun was upset for no reason.

She didn't know it, but half an hour had passed in this contemplation.

It wasn't until a crying voice entered his ears that Xie Zhijun came back to his senses.

Mu Yun was kneeling in front of her at this time, and she said with tears: "Miss, the servant is back, thank you for saving my life."

"Really? What does the doctor say? Is your mother okay?" Xie Zhiyun's eyes lit up, and most of the depression in his heart disappeared.

The reality of the dream is completely opposite. Does it prove that it is just a nightmare?
That's great.

Xie Zhiyun exhaled lightly.

Mu Yun bent down and kowtowed three times on the ground.

The sound of bang bang echoed in the room and lasted for a long time.

"The doctor went there in time, and Shendan is also a good medicine for emergency life-saving, so my mother's life was suspended," Mu Yun cried again at this point, "Fortunately, she was rescued, thank you miss, thank you miss. "

The doctor said that if it was half a moment later, there would be no way to recover, and it was thanks to Xie Zhiyun's carefulness that she saved her mother's life.

Xie Zhiyun smiled slightly, she relaxed, and there was a little softness between her brows and eyes.

"You and I grew up together, so I naturally want to care about you. Since she is fine, you can rest assured."

However, Mu Yun suddenly raised her head, she stared at Xie Zhiyun with red eyes, "I beg your mercy, please let this servant lead her into the house."

But Xie Zhijun could no longer hear Mu Yun's words.

Her gaze was firmly locked on Muyun's neck.

On Mu Yun's slender and pale neck, there was a slender red mark, like a fire in the middle of the night, burning Xie Zhiyun's eyes.

That happened to be the red mark on Muyun's neck in the dream.

Time is fate, and everything seems to be back to the original point.

She seems to have changed something, and nothing seems to have changed. Whether it is a nightmare or an unexplainable future, Xie Zhijun can't tell the difference.

Xie Zhiyun just felt that the world was spinning, and a pair of invisible big hands were tightly clutching her heart, which made her feel unbearable pain. Xie Zhiyun only felt that there was something blocked in her throat, which made her almost suffocate.

"Miss!" Mu Yun rushed forward and supported her.

As soon as Xie Zhijun grasped Mu Yun's hand, he gasped for breath with all his strength, but he still couldn't say a word.

Seeing that her face was pale and in unbearable pain, Mu Yun hurriedly touched her forehead lightly, and immediately exclaimed: "Miss, you have a fever."

Xie Zhijun neighed in her ears, as if a Sanskrit sound that she had never heard was whispering repeatedly in her ears.

She closed her eyes hastily, and then she knew nothing.

This time, the nightmare did not come.

Xie Zhijun only felt warm all over her body, she seemed to be wandering in a sea of ​​clouds, and the sun was shining on her face.

She slept peacefully like this for a long time, until a bell rang, and she opened her eyes suddenly.

There is still a clear sky in front of my eyes.

The wisteria gauze curtains did not hang down, but floated gracefully on both sides of the canopy bed, the bright light and shadow shone through the windows, and the cashmere carpet drew long and narrow traces of time.

A tall figure leaned against the side of the screen, covering the sky and the sun, cutting off the sun and blocking the endless winter cold behind him.

Xie Zhiyun's gaze climbed up his tall and straight body, over his long and slender legs, skipped over his lean and powerful waist, and finally drifted from his broad chest and landed on his handsome face .

With sword eyebrows and star eyes, he is as handsome as stars.

This is the impression the world has of the Major General.

Xie Zhiyun was dizzy, but somehow remembered these eight words.

He stood quietly on one side of the screen, like a mountain peak, or a tall tree, making people feel at ease and free from fear.

His eyes kept falling on Xie Zhiyun's face, and seeing her open her eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"Yesterday I was alive and well, but today I am sick."

Wei Ji's voice was low, and there was a clear sigh in his voice: "How can it make people feel at ease?"

(End of this chapter)