Ask This Spring

Zhuo Lian had no choice. She couldn't just watch Huan Shen severely wounded to death. She could only endure the fire rushing in her chest, bent down and lowered her head, using scissors to cut the white cloth soaked in blood, and wait. When the **** wound appeared, her brain seemed to be rushed by the thick blood, and she subconsciously held her breath.

"Sister-in-law, Mr. Qian said, I didn't hurt my organs, so don't worry."

The young man's tone was calm, faintly weak, not as full of breath as in the past, obviously the injury also had a big impact on him.

Zhuo Lian didn't bother to waste any more words with him. She carefully recalled Qian's instructions to take out the porcelain bottle placed in the wooden cabinet. The fine powder was sprinkled on the wound, and she did not know whether it could stop the bleeding.

"Why don't you speak? You hate me to such an extent?"

Huan Shen asked over and over again without being honest with his hands. He grabbed the woman's snow-white wrist and twisted her fingers gently. He had long known that Zhuo was born well, with apricot eyes, peach cheeks, vermilion lips and shell teeth, and his facial features were exquisite. Now he touches the delicate skin of his wrist without any barriers, and the feeling is even more obvious, like a crispy just out of the pot. The cheese is average, soft and smooth.

Zhuo Lian only felt that a tingling itch suddenly spread, and she was shocked, so she didn't throw the porcelain bottle on the ground.

"Huan Shen!"

She reprimanded in a deep voice, thinking that after this person noticed her anger, Meng Lang's behavior would be somewhat restrained, but he didn't think that his cheeks had reached the limit, even if the woman's even cheeks were flushed with anger, he still didn't know how to repent, but instead became more violent. Pulling his wrist to the front, that posture, as if to kiss.

Zhuo Lian was really horrified at this moment. She clearly felt the heat sprayed on her skin, which made her tremble constantly, and at the same time there was a layer of goose bumps on her arm.

Huan Shen raised his head and looked at her. The pale green blood vessels on the flesh were only one finger away from the thin lips. Zhuo Lian couldn't move away, and the blood in his body surged up his head.

He suddenly smiled.

"Lianlian."

Since both parents passed away, no one ever called Zhuo Lian like this again, and the long memory in her mind made her stunned.

She remembered sitting on the steps of the church with Miss Li. The latter translated a lot of Tessie's works. A gentleman named Xiao once said that recalling the past makes people feel old and sad.

Zhuo Lian didn't feel any sorrow at all, just a bit of emotion was born, she took a moment to return to normal.

"You let me go first."

Seeing her frowning brows, Huan Shen's breath stagnated, and she let go of her hand unexpectedly.

The wound was only sprinkled with powder, and it had not been wrapped. Even if Zhuo Lian wanted to leave, he couldn't leave the young man at this time.

The clean white cloth was wrapped around the abdomen layer by layer, and from time to time he would bump into the wound, but Huan Shen did not feel as if he did not feel the same, his black eyes stared directly at the woman, from the flexible hands, he saw the low With drooping eyebrows, come back to Lian.

There was no outsider in the room, and he could smell the alluring sweet scent when he inhaled. He could barely control himself just now, so he was holding it back.

After knotting the white cloth, Zhuo Lian finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

"Qingmei Xueying is rewarded by your majesty, even if they are not clever, they are not too harsh."

There was a trace of dissatisfaction on the face, "I am an injured person, do I still have to swallow?"

With Huan Shen's disgusting temperament, Zhuo Lian really didn't believe that he would swallow his anger. Although she thought so in her heart, she couldn't say so on the face. She considered the words:

"If you really don't like Qingmei Xueying, it's not impossible."

"Which way?"

The corner of Zhuo Lian’s lips lifted slightly, and a trace of pride appeared in Xing’s eyes, “The saint has rewarded four maids and two mandarin ducks and orioles. At first glance, they are quite behaving. If my uncle doesn’t dislike it,”

"Dislike! I don't want those servants to serve." Huan Shen interrupted impatiently.

The rest of the words were blocked back in his stomach, Zhuo Lian straightened his back, threw the blood-stained cloth into the basin, and walked out.

"You have to change the dressing at night, don't forget Lianlian!"

Zhuo Yan pursed his lips, just taking these words into ears. Huan Shen's thoughts about her shouldn't exist in the world, and strangling her in the cradle in time is the most correct choice. If she is known to outsiders, she might be drowned by the people's saliva.

Huanmu stood under the stone steps outside the hall. Seeing her daughter-in-law came out, she hurriedly greeted her and asked, "What's the matter? Why is there so much blood?"

"The maids annoyed my uncle. His wound opened. I changed the medicine again. It's not a big problem now."

Huan’s family only had so little blood left. Huan’s mother felt so painful for her son. Seeing the bright red and glaring white cloth in the basin, her eyes were black and she was holding on to the railing to prevent her from falling to the ground.

"Lianniang, you are careful and safe. Can you take care of Shen'er? The drinks in the store are quite abundant recently, and there is no need to brew new wine."

Zhuo Lian wanted to refuse, but when he met Shanghuanmu's pleading eyes, the words that rushed to his throat swallowed back. Huan’s mother regards her as her biological daughter, and she has no debt at all. Now she is just taking care of Huan Shen...

She lowered her eyes and curled her lips barely, "Okay."

That person might have expected it a long time ago. She couldn't refuse Huanmu's request, so she became more aggressive and presumptuous again and again.

There were bursts of pain in the back occiput, like acupuncture, Zhuo Lian couldn't help groaning. She didn't want Huanmu to see the clues, said a few words hastily, packed her things up, and went back to the room, soaked gastrodia elata in water, held it in her palm and sipped slowly.

The water vapor overflowed, and her vision was blurred. She unconsciously remembered what Huan Shen had just said, and her headache became even more painful for a while.

It stands to reason that the Lord Zhen Guo in the script should have an admiration for the heroine. Now everything is messed up, and he doesn't know how to correct the chaos and return to the original track.

Qi Henian went to the wine shop again, carrying Bai Ji's new pastry, but he did not see the familiar figure.

The Qu family put the wine grapes back on the wooden stand and whispered softly: "There is someone in Huan’s family who has physical inconvenience, and Niang Lian is taking care of her in the mansion. She will not come to the store these days. If Master Qi has something important, it’s better to go directly to Shilixiang. Huan Zhai."

Reminiscent of the news of Huan Shen's escort, Qi Henian had a heart like a mirror. He asked about the location of the mansion, bowed to thank him, and then turned his head and left.

Looking at the man's back, it is a pity for the Qu family to reunite. If Mrs. Ruolian has never been married, she may have some hope, but she has long been the wife of the Huan family, and she does not know when she will find her home.

Zhuo Lian was resting in the room. Suddenly heard a knock on the door, Huan Yun walked into the door and said crisply: "Sister-in-law, there is a young man in the hall with the same surname, who is here to look for you."

Zhuo Lian didn't expect Qi Henian to find this place. It was inevitable that he was a little surprised. He nodded and said, "I'll pass."

"Then you entertain the guests, Yun'er look at the second brother."

It was his brother and sister, Huan Shen suffered extremely badly. The little girl didn't mention how distressed she was. At this moment, she knocked on the door, and after hearing the sound, she hurriedly got into the door.

The young man leaning on the bedside was very energetic. Although his complexion was pale, his eyes were very clear. He rubbed the girl's head and asked, "Why are you here? Where's the sister-in-law?"

"I spent a whole day reading books in the room, my eyes were astringent, and when I came out to hang out, a young man came to look for his sister-in-law."

"The son?" Huan Shen's expression sank.

"The guest is estimated to be in his early twenties, handsome in appearance, and extraordinary in appearance. His surname is Qi. He seems to be the owner of a drugstore in Beijing. He had done business with us before, and the rest is not clear."

While talking about the little girl, she looked at him with suspicious eyes, feeling very strange. In the past, the second brother's thoughts were all outside, and he was not interested in the trivial things at home, but today is uncharacteristically.

"Second brother ask what is this?"

Huan Shen kung his fingers on the low stool next to him, lowered his voice and said, "It's okay, you go and call Qingmei over."

Huan Yun has a good temperament, even if she doesn't understand, she won't ask more, and then ran out after nodding.

Not long after, a panicked Qingmei walked into the room. Her legs were weak. As soon as she stepped over the threshold, she heard General Huan's voice: "Close the door."

Qiaomei didn't know why General Huan wanted to see herself, but looking at the man's cold eyes, she was completely out of touch with tenderness and affection, obviously it would not be lustful.

"You go outside the hall and stare at Zhuo Shi to see what the two of them said."

Qingmei knows Zhuo's identity. She is General Huan's eldest wife. Staring at her, is there any hidden secret in it?

With her heart beating, she hurriedly responded, tiptoedly walked around the hall, attached her ears to the door panel, and carefully distinguished the conversation between the two.

"In Bianzhou... I'm afraid the situation is critical."

"This can't thank me, it's all my mother's credit."

The more Qingmei listened, the more he felt wrong. This young boy had a Beijing accent, but he met Zhuo in Bianzhou. It might be a bit tricky.

Zhuo Lian didn't know someone was guarding outside. She didn't expect such a coincidence in the world. The old man Qu's accidentally saved was Qi Henian's grandfather. Presumably when his old man got the Immortal Wine, he had already guessed it. Gained his own identity.

"The grace of dripping water should be repaid by the spring, not to mention this grace is like mountains and oceans, and Qi can't repay it in a certain lifetime." Qi Henian's eyes brightened, with emotion.

How can Zhuo Lian dare to take credit? Shenxian wine has no effect on curing diseases and saving people, and at best it can only relieve pain, but she has said these several times, and her lips and tongue are dry, but this person has been chuckling silently, wondering if she has heard it.

"Lady Lian has been married to the Huan family for more than a year, right?"

"Exactly."

Zhuo Lian didn't expect Qi Henian to ask this, she didn't intend to hide it, nodded and said yes.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you have other plans? For example...find another support?" He seemed to notice that this kind of behavior was a bit abrupt, and he explained apologetically, "Qi is just asking, if it is not convenient to answer, Lianniang should not be embarrassed. Own."

"It's not inconvenient." Zhuo Lian smiled, "It's just that no one knows what will happen in the future. The concubine likes to make wine. Whether she remarries or not, she will stay in the wine shop and present a variety of fine wines. Before the eyes of the world."

Yu Guang saw the woman's bright eyes, Qi Henian's heartbeat accelerated, and he hurriedly picked up the tea cup to conceal his emotions.

Qingmei, who was hiding under the door, noticed that there was movement in the house, so she didn't dare to stay too much. She ran back to Huan Shen's room quickly and explained the conversation she had just heard.

The man's complexion was not good at first, and it was as black as the bottom of a pot right now. His hands had blue veins, his knuckles were white, and the look of yin prey eyes made his appearance particularly crippled.

"He asked Zhuo if he remarried?"

Qingmei shook her head and couldn't help nodding.

Huan Shen's chest seemed to be a fire, and his reason was almost burnt. The sudden burning sensation was a hundred times more unbearable than the injuries on his body. He gritted his teeth and understood that the maid in front of him was not. Very useful, simply waved to drive people.

Like a pardon, Qingmei retired against the wall.

The author has something to say: Recalling the past makes people feel old and sad very happily-Bernard Shaw