First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 177

A gust of spring breeze was blowing from outside, making the pots of begonias by the window sway gently, as exquisite and delicate as clouds.

"Pa—" There was a sudden sound in the quiet room, and Du Rongzhi, who was lying on the couch in shock, opened her eyes and sat up, "...What's the matter?"

Qing He walked over, dumbfounded, and picked up something from the ground, and put it on the table, "Young Madam, don't be afraid...it's your book that fell."

"Oh..." Du Rongzhi finally relaxed, leaned back, and said lazily, "I mean... I was shocked."

Qing He couldn't help laughing and said, "I just watched you with great interest, why did you fall asleep after turning around?" She said and tucked the thin quilt over her body.

Du Rongzhi yawned, his eyes twinkled with stars, "Spring is really lacking, so I fell asleep somehow..."

Qing He smiled, "Young Madam, do you still read this book?"

"I don't want to watch it." Du Rongzhi said excitedly, "Has Guan'er woke up yet?"

"Not yet." Qing He smiled, "If Miss Sun wakes up, the wet nurse will come to you."

Du Rongzhi nodded and looked out the window, "It's a nice day today, let's go for a walk."

"Okay." Thinking of Nanny An's persuasion, Qing He said while helping her to the ground, "Young madam may not have arranged flowers for a long time... the peach blossoms are in full bloom in the garden now, why don't I accompany you to fold some flowers , you can also send it to Grandpa after you plug it in..."

Du Rongzhi paused his hand on her arm, squinted at her, and said with displeasure, "I planted my flowers, why do I have to send them to him?"

Sometimes she felt that Song Zixun had bought everyone around her, no matter what she did, she always seemed to have something to do with him.She doesn't like this feeling...

Qing He laughed dryly, "That's what the servant girl said..."

Du Rongzhi glanced at her coldly, and was about to speak, but saw a little girl coming in from outside, blessed her, and said, "Young Madam, Aunt Fu has come to greet you."

Du Rongzhi was startled, and exchanged glances with Qing He, who hurriedly helped her sit down on the main seat, "Auntie, please come in and talk."

The little girl responded quickly, and after a while, she saw Fu Jingrou lift the curtain and come in from the outside.

Speaking of which, since Du Rongzhi came back from her mother's house, this was the first time the two met.Previously, I only heard that Mrs. Fu sneaked into Song Zixun's study room while she was away, and the two of them broke up because of some quarrel... When she returned home from Guining, Mrs. Fu only said that her old illness had relapsed, and kept the door closed No... Calculated like this, Fu Shi has been "sick" for nearly two months...

Du Rongzhi thought casually, and subconsciously glanced at Fu Jingrou.

She is wearing a goose yellow rose beige today. The delicate color makes her skin extraordinarily fair, but her appearance is indeed a little thinner than before, and she has a bit more delicate and delicate atmosphere.

"...The concubine has been unwell for a while, and has not been able to serve the young lady, and I feel very panic... These days, I feel lighter, so I made two clothes for the elder sister..." Fu Jingrou Sitting on the embroidered pier, he said softly.

Du Rongzhi frowned in disapproval, and said angrily, "Since my sister is not feeling well, she should take care of her well, why bother to do all this work? If you get tired and sick later on, you should blame me for not being sympathetic to my sister. "

The smile on Fu Jingrou's face felt a little forced.Who doesn't know since that night - he hasn't seen her for a long time.

Fu Jingrou silently squeezed the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, and said with a faint smile, "Young madam was joking...the young master feels sorry for you before it's too late, so how can he be willing to blame you?" It's born in the womb, and it will happen several times a year, and it will recover after a while of rest, it's nothing at all...Young Madam don't have to worry about it."

Du Rongzhi said softly, "Even so, my sister should take good care of her body."

Fu Jingrou hurriedly answered yes with a smile, and said, "I haven't seen my eldest sister for a long time. These two clothes are all made from memory, and I don't know if they fit. I also ask the young lady to help you look over them. If they are too small , the concubine can go back and make new ones."

As soon as Fu Jingrou finished speaking, Hu Po behind her hurried forward respectfully carrying a big red lacquer tray, inside which were two brightly colored baby clothes.

Du Rongzhi casually picked up one from the inside, and saw that it was embroidered with a pattern of fish playing with lotus leaves, red fish and green leaves, so lifelike, she couldn't help laughing, "My sister's needlework is really good, and the size is just right...you have a heart gone."

Fu Jingrou hurriedly said, "This is what a concubine should do."

The two talked for a while, and saw Yuanyuan coming in with a food box from outside.

When she saw Fu Jingrou, she was stunned for a moment, and then saluted, "Young Madam, the old duck soup with barley seeds and lotus seeds that Madam An just made... I ask Young Madam to drink it while it's hot."

Ever since Du Rongzhi hurt her body during childbirth, Nanny An would plunge into the kitchen whenever she had time to make some nourishing soups and waters for her.

Du Rongzhi nodded, before she could speak, Fu Jingrou had already stood up, and said with a soft smile, "I haven't served the young lady for a long time, let me come this time." He took the food box in his hand.

Yuanyuan glanced at Du Rongzhi inexplicably, and saw that the latter had an expression of "follow her", so he smiled and said, "Auntie, be careful of burning your hands."

Fu Jingrou smiled at her gratefully, took out the soup cup from the food box, opened the lid, and carefully poured a bowl for Du Rongzhi.

Immediately, the room was filled with an old duck's unique fat fragrance.

Fu Jingrou took a spoon and stirred it a few times until it felt less hot, then handed it to Du Rongzhi respectfully, "Young Madam, please use it."

Du Rongzhi took it with a smile, and while wondering what kind of medicine Fu Jingrou was selling in the gourd today, she scooped up a spoonful of soup and prepared to put it in her mouth.

"Ugh—" There was a suppressed vomiting sound in my ear.

The voice was particularly abrupt and piercing in the originally quiet room, Qing He and Yuan Yuan's expressions suddenly changed, they glanced at each other almost at the same time, both of them saw shock and fear in each other's eyes.

Fu Jingrou's face suddenly turned pale, and her beautiful almond eyes were soon clouded with mist... She covered her mouth tightly, as if trying to suppress it, but unexpectedly it backfired, and couldn't help vomiting several times.

For a moment, it seemed that even the surrounding air was still...

Du Rongzhi didn't seem to be listening.

She put down the spoon slowly, looked up at Fu Jingrou and smiled, and asked softly, "Is there something wrong with my sister?"

The woman's voice was as gentle and soft as ever, but the smile gradually cooled and solidified in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)