First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 248 Farewell
"Cough...cough..."

The study room was filled with a faint scent of medicine, and Chang Wang was reporting Du Rongzhi's whereabouts in detail, "In the afternoon, the young lady went to Jinghui Garden to greet the old lady, and stayed there for more than half an hour..."

Song Zixun paused the hand holding the medicine bowl, "Do you know what they said?"

Changwang shook his head, and said in a low voice, "The old lady asked the young lady to go to the yard to enjoy the flowers. Except for Nurse Ning and Qing He, she didn't ask anyone else to follow..." He paused, "I just heard that the young lady came out At that time, the eye sockets were a little red, and after I came back to see Miss Sun, I never left the room again."

Song Zixun pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then drank the medicine in one gulp.

Seeing this, the girl quickly presented the candied fruit, but he just waved his hands with a cold face, "Got it... let's go."

Chang Wang hurriedly answered yes, bowed his head and exited.

Soon he was alone in the study.

Song Zixun stood silently in front of the window for a while, then turned and left the room.

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Perhaps it was because of the poor health of the hostess, Fengqing courtyard was also extraordinarily quiet during these days.The little girl guarding the door was also a little sleepy at this time, and was leaning against the wall to take a nap, when she suddenly saw Song Zixun coming from outside, the two of them straightened up quickly, and when he came to him, they bowed respectfully, "Please, young master." install."

Song Zixun glanced at the room with the lights on, and said calmly, "What is Young Madam doing now?"

The little girl hurriedly said, "Young Madam went out this afternoon, maybe she was tired, she just rested after taking a bath, and Sister Qing He is waiting on her inside." As she spoke, she hurriedly stepped forward to lift the curtain for him.

Song Zixun nodded and stepped in.

Green smoke curled up from the censer, filled with the peaceful smell of Anshenxiang... Qing He was sitting under the lamp, threading needles and threads skillfully.

Seeing him coming in, the latter was stunned for a while, then hurriedly put down the work in his hand, leaned over and saluted, "Servant, please greet the young master..."

Song Zixun hummed expressionlessly, "Young madam is asleep?"

"Yes." Qing He glanced at the bed, then said in a low voice, "It's easy to fall asleep."

Song Zixun nodded slightly, walked to the bed, and gently lifted the bed curtain.

The woman closed her eyes and faced her face securely, her body was tightly wrapped in a red silk quilt, the bright colors made her little face as white as snow.

Song Zixun watched quietly for a while, and there was some tenderness in his eyes. He was stretching out his hand to help her fix the black hair scattered on the pillow, but he suddenly thought of something, and took it back sadly.

After a while, he put down the bed curtain.

Qing He was still watching vigilantly by the side.

Song Zixun glanced at her coldly, "How is Young Madame feeling today?"

"Very good." Qing He replied in a low voice, "Young Madam has been in a peaceful state of mind these past few days, arranging flowers and reading books every day, and when the weather is good, she will take Miss Sun out to bask in the sun... People are much more cheerful in the past."

Song Zixun pursed his lips and nodded, and casually picked up the book Du Rongzhi put on the desk—it was a travelogue introducing the customs and customs of Beiyu.

While looking down, he asked casually, "I heard that she went to Jinghuiyuan today?"

Qing He paused, and said truthfully, "Yes."

Song Zixun raised his head, "Why did the young lady suddenly want to pay her respects to the old lady today? But what's the matter?"

Qing He pursed her lips, and took out the excuse she had prepared a long time ago: "Young Madam inserted a vase of flowers in the afternoon, and she liked it very much, so she wanted to show it to Madam."

Song Zixun stared at her with deep eyes, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? That's all?"

Qing He nodded honestly, "Yes... the old lady always praised the young lady's beautiful flower arrangements, and asked the young lady to accompany her to the yard to see the two new pots of green peonies that the second master sent, about..." She thought seriously After thinking about it, "I stayed for about half an hour."

Song Zixun saw that Qinghe's face was calm, and his answers were fluent. It didn't look like there was anything wrong, so he relaxed most of his heart, thought for a while, and then asked, "What else did the old lady say?" He paused, "Is there anything wrong?" What did the young lady say that was serious?"

Qing He's expression darkened, and he hesitated for a long time before saying, "Old madam... I'm a little dissatisfied with young madam's performance these days... but——"

"cough--"

Before Qing He finished speaking, Song Zixun suddenly felt a tingle in his throat, and then coughed uncontrollably.

He subconsciously glanced at the bedside, and hastily clenched his fist and pressed it against his lips, but the discomfort in his throat was not relieved, but became more uncomfortable. After a while, the man's originally pale handsome face was suppressed by coughing. And rose red.

Seeing this, Qing He was about to pour water for Song Zixun, but heard a rustling on the bed - Du Rongzhi turned over uncomfortably, and let out a confused moan from her small mouth.

Qing He was taken aback, before picking up the teacup, Song Zixun pressed the handkerchief to his mouth firmly, waved at her, turned and walked out.

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The cough is getting farther and farther...

Qing He stood by the window and looked out, Song Zixun's tall and thin figure finally disappeared into the thick night.

I didn't think so before, but looking at it today, my master seems to have lost a lot...

Qing He was thinking wildly when she heard a soft rustling on the bed again——

Qing He walked to the bed and said softly, "Young Madam, Master has already left."

The bed curtain was pulled away from the inside, revealing the slender figure of the woman.

Qing He stepped forward to close up the tent, and hooked it with a jade hook.

"Master, he seems to be... having a severe cough." Qing He whispered.

Du Rongzhi let out a soft "huh", hugged the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed, without saying anything.

Seeing this, Qing He didn't dare to say any more, she hurriedly picked up her clothes to put on Du Rongzhi, but she heard her softly asking, "He...is he like this before?"

Qing He was startled, and didn't realize what Du Rongzhi asked for a while.After thinking about it, he replied in a low voice, "You were not in good spirits at that time, and you couldn't help being irritable and angry every time the master was present... He often waited until nightfall, and you came to see when you fell asleep..."

Seeing that Du Rongzhi lowered her eyes and said nothing, Qing He said softly, "Didn't you say that the old lady will soon agree to let you go to the other village? If so—" She paused, and said cautiously, "Farewell is imminent, sir. Wouldn't Madam say a few words of farewell to Master?"

Du Rongzhi pursed her lips, and looked blankly at the censer on the table—wisps of light smoke rose from inside, like two butterflies flying together, entangled and fluttering...but they all disappeared in the end.

She did have a lot of things she wanted to say to him—those sad, painful, and desperate things that hovered in her heart day and night, making her unable to redeem, let alone escape... But when she really reached her mouth, she suddenly found that, The two had nothing to say.

"That's it." After a long time, Qing He heard Du Rongzhi say in a hoarse voice.

(End of this chapter)