The ugly wife of peasant family

After the medicine is boiled, Feng an brings it in, puts it down and goes out to close the door.

Feng Zhong's mouth moved, but he didn't say a word.

In the room, the wind Che half leans on the bed, right hand covers mouth, is suppressing own cough vigorously, pale face at the moment suppresses flushes.

Xia Xi takes a deep breath, takes the medicine bowl and walks to the bedside.

Wind Che hand to pick up, Xia Xi is fierce hand back.

Because she moved too fast, the medicine soup in the bowl rippled, and then some poured out.

"The wind is clear!"

Xia Xi's voice is a little hoarse.

Wind Che indifferent smile, hand stretched forward, "give it to me."

Xia Xi holds the medicine bowl's hand tightly and holds the edge of the bowl tightly.

Feng Che sat up straight, holding the medicine bowl with one hand, pushing her hand away with the other, taking the medicine bowl and drinking it all in one gulp.

Then he handed the bowl to Xia Xi, "I want to drink a bowl of water."

Xia Xi turns to pour water.

Feng Che looked at her back and clenched her hands.

When the water was poured, Xia Xi came over, and Feng Che took it with a smile. After drinking, he put the water cup aside, took Xia Xi's hand and let her sit beside him. "There's another battle I didn't tell you. It's the last battle I've ever fought. At that time, I... "

Fengche's voice rings slowly inside the house, but Fengan and Fengzhong outside the door feel bad.

The last battle is taboo for all.

The fengjiajun army was almost destroyed. The old warlord died in the battle, and the young master died. He was able to save his life. Even the emperor was silent about the battle. No one in the whole country dared to talk about it, but the young master

Feng an looks at the sky, "Feng Zhong..."

"Well!"

"Maybe we'll see the old prince soon."

"Well!"

Feng Zhong grinned. "I've been thinking about the old prince for a long time."

……

In the house, the wind Che talks, the voice is smaller and smaller, finally leaning on Xia Xi's shoulder, no voice.

"The wind is clear."

Xia Xi shouts, gently, with the trembling meaning that he doesn't realize.

The wind did not respond.

Xia Xi kept her body posture and didn't dare to move.

For a long time, after a long time, she held out her hand tremblingly and explored under Fengche's nose. A breath that seemed to have nothing gently brushed her fingers. Xia Xi's heart trembled fiercely, and ecstasy erupted from the bottom of her heart, "Fengche."

Fengche still did not respond.

Xia Xi is ecstatic to jump up, turn around, hold the head of wind Che, help him slowly lie down, give him a good quilt, hand again to his nose, feel his breathing, slightly wet eyes.

……

After a long sleep, Fengche returns to the battlefield where he once fought. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers fought with him. He watched his father fall in front of him.

"Father

Wind Che a shout, suddenly opened eyes.

What comes into view is not the battlefield of fighting, but Xia Xi's joyful face. In his slightly red eyes, he has never seen the joy, "Fengche, you wake up."

Wind Che hasn't come out from the scene of fighting, some Lengzheng.

"Today is the 29th anniversary of the lunar new year. If you don't get up again, no one will write the couplets in the mansion."

Feng Che blinked his eyes and his voice was hoarse. "It's a success, isn't it?"

"Well!"

Xia Xi nodded, "it's a success. The first lady and the child are saved."

Feng Che's face also showed a smile, "that's good."

"Do you want to get up? You've been sleeping for more than half a day. Feng an and Feng Zhong are dying of anxiety. Fu Bo has been coming to inquire. "

Wind Che got up, Xia Xi took a pillow behind him, and then went to pour a glass of water over to his mouth.

The wind Che drinks down, the summer Xi took the handkerchief to wipe down the corner of the mouth for him, "hungry? I cooked rice porridge for you. It's always hot on the pot, and I made your favorite dishes. "

Feng Che nodded, "well, I'm hungry."

"Wait."

Xia Xi gets up and wants to carry it, and is held by Feng Che, "let Feng an do it, and you have a rest."

"Good."

Xia Xi sits back.

"Feng an."

The door slammed open. Feng an and Feng Zhong came in at the same time, looking excited, "young master!"

"I'm hungry, go and bring the rice porridge!"

"Yes

Both of them retreated at the same time, and then, at the same time, they turned back to see that Fengche was still sitting on the bed, and then took back his head.

"I said the young master is OK!"

Feng an shouts.

"You fool, what's the matter with you? Look at me. I haven't been worried. "

"You are stupid. Who heard the young master's voice push the door open?"

"I was careless."

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you."

……

"Xia Xi."

The wind Che mouth corners contain to smile, call her.

"Well."

"Thank you

……

Hou Fu, Feng an delivers the antidote, Qin Hou ye and Feng Qin can't believe, "where did che'er find it?"

Feng an avoided and did not answer, "the young master said, let the young lady take it as soon as possible. As for the child, the medicine is too strong to take directly."

Feng Qin immediately understood his words and nodded, "I know."

Feng an then said, "the young lady may fall asleep after taking it. The young master asked me to tell the Marquis that there is no need to be nervous at that time. When the young lady wakes up, she will be fine."

Lord Qin answered, "I know."

There's something wrong with Fengqin.

How come Fengche didn't come here in person for such a thing, "che'er? Why didn't he come? "

"The young master is afraid to infect the young lady and children with the cold."

Feng Qin is relieved.

After feng'an left, marquis Qin couldn't wait to brew the powder with water and put it in front of Feng Qin.

Fengqin drank without hesitation, and then lay down on the bed, let Lord Qin put the child beside him, "you personally guard our mother and son, no one should let him close."

"Don't worry."

……

After eating porridge, Fengche fell asleep again. When he woke up, he felt that his body had completely recovered. He looked around and didn't see Xia Xi. He sat up and called, "Feng an."

Feng an came in, "young master."

"Where's Xia Xi?"

"Lady Xia went back to the yard to have a rest. She said that she would have a good sleep. No one should disturb her."

"I see."

Feng Zhong retreats.

Fengche lifted the quilt, got out of bed, put on clothes and shoes, opened the door and went out.

Fubo was ordered not to be admitted to the hospital. He had been wandering far away. He was excited to see Fengche finally come out! Almost tearful, nothing, ran to Fengche in front of the music,

"Young master, you have come out at last."

Feng Che listened to this saying, but he couldn't say it, so he simply cut off the topic, "Fu Bo, have you taken care of all the affairs of the Spring Festival?"

"All right, all right."

The housekeeper laughed. In previous years, the LORD was not in the house, and the new year in the house was also cold and quiet. They cooked a few dishes, and everyone got together to have a meal. They didn't even have a firecracker.

This year is not the same, the LORD came back, the spirit is very good, Fubo not only let people prepare a rich new year's goods, but also bought a lot of firecrackers, determined to have a good lively.

"Have you written the couplet yet?"

Feng Che still remembers Xia Xi's words, and the couplet in the mansion is waiting for him to write.

"Buy..."

As soon as fauber said a word, he saw the wind winking at him uneasily and gesticulating no sign. Although the housekeeper didn't understand, he changed his words, "I haven't bought it yet. Does the LORD have any requirements? I'll buy it now."

"No, take paper and pen. I'll write this year's couplets."

"Ah

The housekeeper didn't respond for a moment.

Wind Che has been walking out slowly, "in addition to couplets, more lanterns are hung outside the courtyard, more festive."

"Ah"

The housekeeper replied happily, "I'll do it now."

……

Xia Xi had a long sleep. When she opened her eyes, it was the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve. The yard was quiet and there was no movement.

She woke up hungry. She hasn't had a good meal in the past few days.

Sit up and get ready to get up.

When the servant girl outside heard the news, she pushed the door in and said, "Miss Xia, you are awake at last."

From yesterday evening, they have been sleeping till now. If Xia Xilin had not told them not to wake up and not to come in to disturb them before going to bed, they would have been frightened.

Xia Xi stooped to put on his shoes, "what happened to your Lord?"

Mentioning this, the servant girl couldn't hide her joy. "The Lord himself wrote the couplet, and the boys in the house are sticking it."

Xia Xi's action of putting on shoes suddenly came, surprised, "can your Lord still write couplets?"

Maid

They all heard that it was Miss Xia who asked Wang Ye to write couplets. Why?

Xia Xi noticed her gaze and was very puzzled. She straightened up and said, "what's the matter?"

The servant girl really couldn't resist, "didn't you say that Wang Ye wrote couplets?

Xia Xi Leng a Leng, thought, it seems that there is such a thing, way, "I just casually talk about it, your Lord is serious."

Maid

This words dare not answer, busy ask, "Miss Xia is to wash first, still eat first?"

Xia Xi has already raised her feet to go out, "go to paste couplets first."

Maid

Open mouth, want to remind her, at least wash after going out, but where there is Xia Xi's figure.

The king himself wrote the couplet, and everyone in the house was happy.

Fubo, in particular, wanted to make a confession with the incense table. He asked the servants to be careful.

The servants hold it in their hands, and their movements are too light. They are afraid to run over ants when they walk. What they are afraid of is that they walk too fast. A gust of wind blows over and destroys the couplet, and they won't be killed by Fubo at that time.

All the doors of the courtyard were pasted. Only the biggest one at the gate was left. Fengche was still writing. The housekeeper and a group of servants held their breath and waited for the table.

"The wind is clear!"

Xia Xi strides forward, because she hasn't combed, her hair is still a little scattered, and her clothes are still the same as yesterday's. listening to her name, a group of servants tremble in their hearts and make way for her.

Xia Xi went directly to the desk and looked at the big red paper. Feng Che had not finished writing it completely. She was relieved, "how many more pictures have not been pasted?"

Wind Che hand brush dipped in ink, just about to write, listen to her shout, stop to see her, see her in a hurry, heart fretting, "the last one."

"Keep it for me."