First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 244 The Poor Will Think Change
Under the sun, the tender yellow petals glowed softly, making the woman's pale fingers more slender and crystal clear like snow.

"Du Zhong's wife died of illness three years ago, leaving behind a pair of young children... The girl is only twelve years old this year, and the boy is only four or five years old, but he has been taking medicine since childhood, and has been taken care of by his widowed mother..." Qing He chose a flower branch and handed it to Du Rongzhi, "It's no wonder it's not easy."

Du Rongzhi wore a half-new embroidered magnolia flower and lilac-colored beanie, her hair was simply pulled up in a bun, her small face was not made up, and she looked delicate and elegant, making her look even smaller.

She pursed her lower lip when she heard the words, neatly cut off the extra branches and leaves and put them into the porcelain vase, and sighed, "Now that he is gone, it will make their family even worse..."

"Who says it's not..." Qing He also sighed, "The second young lady is kind-hearted. I heard that their family is in such a situation. When the mansion is picking a girl this time—" Seeing Du Rongzhi raised her head , a pair of eyes looked at herself thoughtfully, Qinghe's voice paused, and she quickly lowered her head and said, "Slaves talk too much..."

"Why are you nervous? I don't blame you." Du Rongzhi smiled softly, lowered her head and continued to arrange flowers, "Besides, you are right, the second young lady is indeed a rare kind person. Last time in the garden..." Her face The smile on the face faded, "It's also thanks to her helping me out."

Qing He bit her lip remorsefully.She really didn't mean to remind the young lady of these unhappy things... In fact, the young lady has been acting so normal these days that she almost forgot that she is actually a patient...

She was thinking silently when she heard Du Rongzhi ask, "Did the Second Young Madam ask Du Zhong's daughter to serve her?"

"Yes." Qing He hurriedly replied, "The little girl is called Du Juan, and she is now the rough envoy in the second young master's courtyard. Although she doesn't serve the master personally, she is much more relaxed and dignified than staying outside..."

Du Rongzhi nodded slightly.

Shen Shuyan is pure in nature. In her previous life, she never spoke ill of her notorious self. Instead, she often went to see her with things, and even secretly took money to help her. With such a soft heart, it's no wonder that Du Juan is brought to her side ...

Du Rongzhi thought for a while, "What else? What else did you find out?"

"There is nothing special about the rest..." Qing He shook her head, "Originally, the horses in the stables were carefully selected and trained by special personnel, and Han Er, who was on duty that day, was accompanied by Mrs. Xian Son, the Lord is also very trustworthy..." She paused, then asked cautiously, "Could it be that the young lady suspects that this accident was not caused by a thunderstorm, but man-made?"

Thinking of this possibility, her face suddenly became serious, "Could it be the eldest lady—"

Du Rongzhi patted her hand reassuringly.

"I'm not suspicious." Du Rongzhi smiled, "It's just that something like this happened suddenly, and I feel uneasy...so I want to ask clearly."

She didn't even know where this uneasiness came from... Obviously everything seemed reasonable—whether it was Han Zonghao's inquiries from the outside, or the inside of the Song family, no one involved in this matter could be suspicious... …

It may also be because of her illness that she instinctively no longer trusts anything...

Qing He breathed a sigh of relief, because she remembered, "There is one more thing..." She secretly looked at Du Rongzhi's gentle and quiet face, hesitated for a while, and then tentatively said, "When the slave girl just came back, she was still there. I met Changwang on the road..."

Du Rongzhi frowned, and looked at her puzzled.

Qing He pursed her lips, "He said that Master has caught a cold since he came back from the temple, and coughed very badly..." She carefully looked at Du Rongzhi's face, and saw that she did not show any irritable or disgusted expression , then continued, "Sometimes I can't even sleep at night... I didn't come to see you because I was afraid of getting sick."

Du Rongzhi let out a faint "oh", and put the last flower into the bottle.

"Maybe I caught a cold in the rain that day..." She put down the scissors, wiped her hands with a wet handkerchief, and said with a casual smile, "You never said that before."

If there is really anyone in this world who has always stood firmly by her side and supported her to reconcile with Song Zixun, that person would probably only be Qinghe...

But now she also took the initiative to speak for Song Zixun...

Qing He smiled shyly, and took the wet handkerchief in her hand, "In the past, the servants always felt that the young master treated you badly, and didn't really like you..." She whispered, "But that day on the edge of the cliff , I saw with my own eyes that my master didn’t even care about his life to save you..." She paused, and said with a serious face, "At that time, this servant thought...maybe it was my servant who made a mistake in the past—Master...he actually had something in his heart. I care about you."

The smile on Du Rongzhi's face froze.

The sun shone on her pale little face, making her so dazed and distressed.

Seeing her staring at the bright yellow flowers in the vase, Qing He couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Young Madam... Do you still hate Master in your heart?"

Du Rongzhi didn't speak.

hate it?

Naturally I hate it.

She hated him for being partial to Fu Shi and killed her two children, and even more hated him for using his daughter as a threat, forcing her to continue living with him.

Sometimes even when she hates so much, she will have the urge to take a knife and die with Song Zixun.

But that day...he saved her without hesitation.

When he rolled out of the carriage protecting her, when he lay on the edge of the cliff, gritting his teeth and saying that he would never let go, when they escaped from death, he hugged her tightly and kept kissing her to comfort her... Those hatreds seemed to come back again. It's not that strong anymore.

"Qinghe, do you think these flowers are beautiful?" After an unknown amount of time, Du Rongzhi finally parted her vermilion lips, but suddenly asked something irrelevant.

Qing He froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "Naturally it's pretty."

Du Rongzhi bent the corners of her lips, revealing a gentle smile.

"But it will wither soon." She reached out and plucked a flower, and gently played with it in her palm, "Once it withers, it will never be as colorful as it is now... Don't you think so?"

Qing He nodded with a vague understanding, thought for a while, and said, "But in the coming year, it will bloom again."

"That's right..." Du Rongzhi showed a gentle smile, "But no matter how good the flowers bloom next year, they will not be the same as today's."

"..."

Du Rongzhi didn't seem to expect any answer, she stood up slowly, and ordered, "Go and bring me that light yellow dress."

Qing He was taken aback, "Young Madam, are you going out?"

Du Rongzhi turned her head and smiled at her, "It's been a long time since I greeted my elders, so I'll send this vase of flowers to my grandmother today."

(End of this chapter)