My Lady, Something is Wrong

The moon-white figure stood there, looking at him quietly, without speaking.

Luo Qingzhou felt that her aura was more indifferent and colder than before, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, and asked again: "Senior, do you need me?"

After a long time, the Yuebai figure said in an ethereal voice: "At midnight tonight, go to Yuanyang Building and wait for me."

After finishing speaking, the Yuebai figure suddenly disintegrated like moonlight and disappeared.

Luo Qingzhou's body lying on the beauty's couch trembled suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, the blurry moon-white figure still appeared in his mind.

After half an hour.

He Fang gradually woke up.

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Qin Weimo stood up from the table, walked to the front of the collapse, and looked at him with concern.

Luo Qingzhou put down the book in his hand, and said in a daze: "It's okay."

He lowered his head to see the blanket covering his body, was startled, and looked at the girl in front of him.

On the girl's clear and beautiful face, there were still two seductive blushes.

Chapter 132 The second lady suddenly had an accident, Luo Qingzhou came out at night

"Refresh at about one o'clock"

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

The turner Grigory Petrov, a well-known craftsman and the most unpromising peasant in Galchin, was driving his sick wife to the Zemstvo in a sleigh. Bureau hospital.This section of the road is about thirty versts, the road is terrible, even the postman of the government can hardly deal with the ljl road rabbit hehehe, and Grigory the turner is a big lazy man.There was a biting cold wind blowing head-on.In the sky, no matter where you look, there are dense layers of swirling snow everywhere.The snow was so heavy that you couldn't tell whether it fell from the sky or was blown from the ground.Except for the vast expanse of snow, there are no fields, telephone poles and woods to be seen.Whenever a strong cold wind hit, Grigory could not see the yoke in front of him.The thin old horse struggled to pull the sled step by step.All its energy was spent pulling its legs out of the deep snow and pulling its head.The spinner hurried on his way.He often jumped up from the driver's seat uneasily, and from time to time he whipped the horse's back.

"You, Matrona, don't cry..." he murmured softly, "be patient. God help us, we'll get to the hospital. And then, in just a second, that sickness of yours... Veril Ivanitch will give you a potion, or order you to be bled, or he will rub your body with alcohol, if he pleases, and your lumbago will be cured. Pavel Ivanitch will do his best. Yes... he'll yell and stomp his feet, but he'll do his best... What a good sir, and kind, God bless him... He'll be out of his consulting room as soon as we get there, Then it goes on and on: 'What's the matter?' he'll yell, 'Why are you here now? Why don't you come on time? Am I a dog and have to hang around you shit all day? Why don't I come in the morning? Come back! Come back tomorrow!' Then I'll beg him: 'Master Doctor! Pavel Ivanitch! Good Sir' Oh, you're walking, I'll make you stupefied, you devil! !"

The turner whipped his scrawny horse, without even looking at his wife, and continued talking to himself in a low voice:

"'My lord! I speak the truth, as to God's face... I swear by the cross: we're on our way before daybreak. But how can we make it on time? Since God... Our Lady... I got angry and sent such a blizzard. Your old man knows that even the best horse can’t catch up, let alone my old horse. You also saw it: that’s not a horse, it’s a disgrace!’ But Pavel Ivanitch would frown and shout: 'I know you people. You can always find a reason! Especially you, Grishka! I knew what you were! I've been in five or six taverns!" I answered him like this: "Am I a villain, or a heretic? The old woman is dying, dying, and I don't have the heart to go to the taverns! What do you say? , forgive me! To hell with those taverns!' And Pavel Ivanitch ordered you to be taken to the hospital. I knelt down to him... and said to him: 'Pavel Ivan Nekie! sir! we owe you a thousand thanks! forgive us fools, bastards, and don't be mad at us peasants! you ought to throw us out, but your old man is still worried about us, look at you My feet are covered with snow!' Pavel Ivany

Qi would give me a look, as if he was going to hit me, and said, "Instead of kneeling down with a plop, you idiot, why don't you drink a few glasses of white wine as usual, and pity your old lady."I should really beat you up! ''That's right, I deserve it, Pavel Ivanitch, just beat me up!Since you are our benefactor, dear father, how can we not kneel down?Sir, I am speaking the truth... as if to God... If I tell a lie, you will break my eyes: if only my Matrona, that is, the old woman, is cured, Now that I can manage the housework, no matter what your old man tells me to do, I will do it for you!Cigarette case, if you want, I can make it out of Karelian sticks 2... And rough balls, and skittles, I can spin them as well as foreign ones... These things I Do it all for you!You will not be charged a penny!In Moscow, such small cigarette packs cost four rubles, but I don't want a penny from you. "The doctor would laugh and say, 'Okay, yes, yes... I'm sure! It's a pity you're a drunk...' I, my wife, know how to deal with those gentlemen, and there's no gentleman I can't deal with. Chat a little, and God bless you don't get lost. Look at the blizzard! It's blinding my eyes."

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1 Grigory's nickname.

2 A precious birch with beautiful patterns.

The turner muttered endlessly like this.He babbled and babbled, just trying to lighten his heavy heart a little.There are many words on the tongue, but many more thoughts and questions in the mind.Sadness hit the spinner suddenly, completely out of his expectation, so that he couldn't wake up now, calm down, and think seriously.Until then he had lived a carefree life, like one in a drunken stupor, knowing neither sorrow nor joy, but now he felt suddenly heavy and miserable.The carefree slob and drunkard somehow became someone else, busy, preoccupied, in a hurry, even against a blizzard.

Turner remembered that the misfortune started yesterday evening.He came home last night, drunk as usual, as usual, swearing and throwing old punches again.The old woman glanced at her enemy, a look he had never seen before.Her old eyes, once full of pain and tenderness, like those of a beaten and underfed dog, were hard and hard now, like a saint on an icon or someone dying. .Sadness begins with those strange, ominous eyes.The frightened turner hurriedly borrowed an old horse from a neighbor, and immediately sent the old woman to the hospital, hoping that Pavel Ivanitch could use some powder or ointment to restore the old woman's eyes.

"You, Matrona, that..." he muttered again, "if Pavel Ivanitch asks me whether I beat you, say: 'Never!' I won't beat you anymore. I swear to God by the cross! Besides, did I beat you because of my vicious nature? I hit you casually. There is no reason. I feel sorry for you. If it were someone else, I wouldn't be so sad

, but I am in a hurry to send you to see a doctor... I tried my best.Look at the snowstorm, it's so big!God, be angry!Just keep us from getting lost... what, low back pain?Matrona, why do you always refuse to agree?Let me ask you: Is your waist still hurting? "

He wondered that the snow on the old woman's face didn't melt with age.Strangely, that face somehow looked particularly thin, with sallowness in the gray, stern and rigid.

"Oh, stupid woman!" muttered the turner, "I'm telling you in good conscience, God bears witness...but you, that...well, what a stupid woman! If you do that again, I'll never send you to the hospital!"

The spinner put down the rein and hesitated.He didn't dare to look back at the old woman: he was afraid!If you ask her anything, she will not answer, which is also scary.Finally, in order to find out, he didn't look back, but just touched her hand.The hands are cold, and after pulling them up, they fall down like whips.

"So she's dead. Trouble!"

Now the spinner was crying.He not only pitied the old woman, but also felt depressed.He thought: Things are changing so fast in this world!His grief had just begun, but why did it immediately end.He hasn't had time to live a good life with the old woman, express his affection to her, love her, why she is dead.He lived with her for 40 years, but these 40 years passed like a fog.Drinking, fighting, being poor, not having a good day.Moreover, as if deliberately annoying him, just when he realized that he had to love the old woman, he couldn't live without her, and he was really sorry for her, but the old woman died.

"Yes, she often begs for food!" He recalled the past, "I sent her to beg for bread, trouble! She, stupid woman, just wish she lived another ten years, otherwise, I'm afraid she thought I It’s really that kind of person. Holy Mother, where the hell am I going? There’s no need to see a doctor now, it’s time to be buried now. Go back!”

The turner turned his horse's head and whipped his horse hard.The road becomes more and more difficult to walk.Now, not even the yoke was visible.Sometimes the sled bumped into a small tree, and the black thing scratched his hand and flashed before his eyes.The field of vision became white again, and the wind and snow swirled.

"Just live it all over again..." thought the spinner.

He recalled that 40 years ago Matrona was a young, beautiful, happy girl from a wealthy family.Parents marry their daughter to him, hoping that he will have good craftsmanship.He could have lived a good life, but unfortunately, after the wedding, he was so drunk that he fell headfirst on the heating kang, and has been in a daze ever since, as if he hadn't woken up until this moment.He did remember the wedding, but what happened after the wedding—even if you beat him to death, you can't remember anything except drinking, lying down, and beating his wife. 40 years passed like this.

The dense snow gradually turned gray.Dusk has come.

"Where am I going?" Turner suddenly woke up, and I should have buried her, but I went to the hospital... It seemed like I had become stupid! "

The turner turned the sled again, and drew the horse again.The old horse gathered all his energy, sniffed his nose, and began to trot.The turner slapped it on the back one after another... There was a crashing sound behind him, and although he didn't look back, he knew it was the dead old woman's head hitting the sled.The sky is getting darker, the wind is getting colder and biting...

"I'll do it all over again..." thought the turner, "I'm going to get a new set of tools and take the order... and give the old woman the money... yes!"

Then he accidentally lost the reins.He searched and tried to pick up the rein, but he couldn't.His hands can't move...

"Forget it..." he thought to himself, "Anyway, the horse knows the way, and it will be pulled home. I really want to sleep now... Before the burial, before the requiem, it is best to rest."

Rotary closed his eyes and began to doze off.Presently he heard the horse freeze.He opened his eyes and saw that there was a pile of dark things in front of him, like a small wooden house, or a big haystack...

He really wanted to get out of the sledge and find out what was the matter, but he was too lazy to freeze to death rather than move... and he fell asleep peacefully.

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"Anti-Theft Chapter"

Chapter 133 The Way to Save Second Miss Qin

at dusk.

Qin Weimo has finished three paintings.

Luo Qingzhou studied the ink next to her, and watched her earnestly waving her bare hand. With just a few strokes, the characters and scenery were vividly outlined, and she couldn't help secretly praising her in her heart.

Second Miss Qin is really versatile.

When Qin Weimo finished smearing the last stroke, he put down the pen, looked up at him and smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, are you secretly thinking that Second Miss is really versatile?"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Do you listen to your heart too?

Qin Weimo covered her mouth and smiled lightly, her eyes were curved like crescent moons, with sparkles flowing in them, her appearance and demeanor were charming.

Luo Qingzhou turned his head, gently opened the window, and glanced outside.

The snow still remains.

A chill came down the window lattice in the corridor.

Luo Qingzhou quickly closed it, turned around and said, "Second Miss, it's getting dark, so I'm leaving. If you still need poetry, you can ask Qiu'er to find me."

Zhu'er couldn't help but said at the door: "Uncle, can't we let Zhu'er go?"

Qiu'er stood aside and covered her mouth and laughed.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to say: "I heard that Qiu'er can read and write, and she can write well. If I write poetry, can Miss Zhu'er write it down?"

Pearl: "..."

Qiu'er smiled brighter and brighter.

"Second Miss, I'll go first. You should have a good rest and remember to have dinner tonight."

Luo Qingzhou didn't stay any longer and said goodbye.

Qin Weimo got up and didn't speak.

Luo Qingzhou came out of the study, and Qiu'er, with a shy smile on her face, graciously brought the shoes for him, and bent down to wait for him to put them on.

Pearl pouted and sulked aside.

Luo Qingzhou put on his shoes and thanked him, "Miss Lao Qiuer is here."

Qiu'er smiled and stepped back, with a faint blush on her face.

Luo Qingzhou went out of the living room, and heard Zhu'er behind her muttering in a low voice: "My aunt just praised you, I see you are having fun, if you are called to serve the bed then, wouldn't you faint from joy? You ……Well……"

Qiu'er hurriedly covered her mouth, blushing blushingly, and looked towards the door anxiously.

Luo Qingzhou pretended not to hear, and went straight out of the corridor and into the courtyard.

in the study.

The window is pushed open slightly.

The girl was dressed in a plain white dress, and stood quietly in front of the window, watching his gradually receding back, her eyes gradually became empty.

"Cough...cough..."

Suddenly she coughed again.

Zhu'er and Qiu'er at the door heard this and hurried into the room.

When Luo Qingzhou returned to the courtyard, Xiaodie had just returned.

When the little girl went to the back kitchen to serve dinner, Luo Qingzhou entered the room, took off her clothes, lifted her top, and looked at the scar on her chest.

The swelling has subsided there, and the bruise has also faded.

It still hurts to touch, though.

He decided to take revenge on that girl when he went to greet Miss Qin later.

With the way of the people, also treat the body of the people!

Anyway, it's not like I haven't touched it.

Xiaodie soon came back with a sumptuous dinner.

Today's dinner not only has more beef, but also an extra fish.

There is even a bowl of bone soup, which seems to have Chinese medicine in it.

Xiaodie came back panting with the tray, put it on the table in the living room, and said excitedly: "My lord, there are a lot of dishes tonight. The back chef said that there will be so many dishes every night from now on, let the young master eat whatever he wants, if it is not enough The servant girl can take more next time."

Luo Qingzhou looked at the table full of dishes, and asked in doubt: "Have you asked what's going on?"

Xiaodie said: "The servant asked, but the cook didn't say anything. It's so strange, they all muttered about how much meat the servant brought, but now they take the initiative to ask the servant to bring more vegetables."

Luo Qingzhou thought to himself: It should be that the second lady knew that he was practicing martial arts, so she secretly asked someone to order the back cook.

He secretly sighed, not knowing how to repay Miss Qin Er.

It seems that I can only spend more time with the girl in the future, tell her more stories, and make her happy.

"Xiaodie, sit down and eat together."

"No, son, servant girl..."

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou grabbed her little hand, pulled it into his arms, and said: "There are no outsiders here, so sit on the young master's lap to eat."