The Book of Raising Children by Houmen

Chapter 103 Go Home (1)
It's so hot...too hot...the flames were scorching her body, and she tried to cry out, but her voice was so dry and hoarse that she could only utter simple syllables.

"Miss...Miss, wake up..." Aunt Shou lay on the side of the bed, raised her head and called Zhao Jing a few times. Seeing that Zhao Jing was still, she yawned and fell asleep on the footrest again.

The sky was getting brighter, and the old man had already carried Master Hou back to the Hou Mansion early in the morning, and asked her to take good care of the girl.She guarded her for most of the night, watching her writhing, rolling, and moaning on the bed. Fortunately, Lord Hou was not there, otherwise even the monk, Taoist, Buddha, and seeing such a scene, I am afraid that none of them would be indifferent.

The rooster in the next door crowed three times, and Aunt Shou couldn't sleep anymore. She stretched herself and stood up on the edge of the bed, and leaned over to take another look at Zhao Jing who was lying on the bed.I don't know if I didn't see it, but it really shocked her. Last night, the candlelight was dim, and Zhao Jing's face was burning red, so she could see who it was.At this time, Zhao Jing's face faded from the flush from last night, no matter how bad Aunt Shou's memory was, she would still recognize her as Miss Jing from the palace who held a funeral for the Hou Mansion a while ago!

Aunt Shou covered her mouth and dared not speak out. How could Miss Jing be tortured like this? Could it be that she met a villain and happened to be rescued by Lord Hou?Seeing that the person on the bed had finally slept peacefully, she was too embarrassed to disturb her, so she stretched out her hand to cover her with the quilt, and quietly exited the door.

Zhao Jing turned over with difficulty. The pillow was very soft and the room was very warm. It didn't seem like she was sleeping in a small courtyard on Gulou Street. The windows of that house were not closed tightly. Too cold to sleep anymore.

In a haze, Zhao Jing opened her eyes, and the sun from outside the carved window sills came in. Under the golden sunlight, she could see some dust floating in the room.Everything is quiet, only the sparrows on the branches outside the window are chirping.

Zhao Jing's body froze, and she hurriedly got up from the bed, but she didn't have the strength in her hands at all. She groaned and leaned her face on the pillow weakly.

"Where is this place?"

Zhao Jing murmured in her heart that she has no strength now, and it is impossible to escape. Fortunately, there seemed to be no one guarding her around. She relaxed her nervous mood a little, closed her eyes and recharged her spirits, while carefully recalling last night things.

She ate the pastry that the princess gave her, and was dazed. Later, she thought about running away, so she escaped from the room, and then...

Zhao Jing twisted her eyebrows and tried hard to think, but she couldn't think of anything, she had a splitting headache thinking about it, she gritted her teeth and moaned while holding her head.

Suddenly footsteps came from outside, Zhao Jing was so frightened that she trembled all over, she covered herself with a quilt, stuffed herself under the quilt, and tried her best to restrain the trembling of her body.

The door opened with a creak, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Zhao Jing tightened her grip on the brocade quilt. She suppressed her crying, biting her lips and weeping silently.

Aunt Shou put the boiled white fungus soup on the tea table, and when she turned to look, the person who was lying flat on the bed suddenly shrank into a ball, even though she was separated by a layer of quilt, she could still see Zhao Jing trembling inside.Aunt Shou was distressed for a while, and she was not in a hurry to pull Zhao Jing's quilt. After going through the Xiuluo field last night, Zhao Jing might have been frightened.

"Miss Jing is awake? When you wake up, get up and have a bite. The tremella soup that the old slave boiled early in the morning. Unfortunately, there is no bird's nest in the other courtyard. The old slave only put a few red dates in it. The red dates are nourishing. The girl drank it , and sleep well."

Aunt Shou came forward with tremella soup and spoke to Zhao Jing through the quilt. The poor girl was frightened into such a state, probably thinking that she hadn't escaped yet.

Zhao Jing loosened her grip on the quilt. She opened a small hole in the quilt, and saw the light outside and a kind old man's face.She had seen this man before in the Marquis of Wu'an, and he seemed to be a slave who showed the house to the Marquis.

Zhao Jing put down her guard and let the quilt slip off her body. Aunt Shou put down the tremella soup, took the padded jacket on the screen and put it on Zhao Jing, saying: "When Master Hou brought you back yesterday, the middle-aged man on your body The clothes are all damp, so I took my newly made clothes and changed them for you, your clothes are hanging out to dry, and I will bring them in for you when they are dry."

Zhao Jingrong looked listless, there was not a single part of her body that was not soft, and she had no strength, so she let Aunt Shou put a pillow for herself, and said leisurely: "Did it be Lord Hou who saved me?"

"This old slave doesn't know either, but Master Hou sent the girl here." Aunt Shou fed Zhao Jing with the white fungus soup, and Zhao Jing drank a few mouthfuls. He didn't force her, watched her use some, then got up and went out.

(End of this chapter)