Chapter 20 Late Wind

Fifteen days, spent in anxiety and expectation. The closer it is to the agreed time, the more worried it is. It seems to be full of expectations and seems to be on the verge of despair. She didn't know what was waiting for her. She was afraid of confirming that the result would not be what she expected. However, in the end, I was worried about it. Can the fire be wrapped in the paper? One day, both of them will be burned violently and burned to ashes.

However, half a month later, she couldn't wait until his return. The days pass by, gray, full of depression and gly. She always stood in the dusk of winter, waiting for the sun to sink, adding a stroke to the enclosed pillar. Then the heavy dull pain in my heart, another day! She carefully counted the strokes on the pillar, horizontally and vertically, with eleven "positive" characters - fifty-five days! She felt that more than half of her died, waiting for one more day and one more frustrated. Thirty-six days of national mourning passed, and she became increasingly panicked. I'm afraid that before I hear his explanation, he married Zhixian.

And what shocked her was Zhixian's stomach, as if it had grown overnight. Half a day, she made an excuse to look at her for the old lady. She came in with a shy waist and swayed in. She was really pregnant. The arrogance on his face can't be changed, but his posture is very low. She complained about her and was trapped by trivial matters. She wrote back that there were no troubles in Hedong and the recruitment was blocked. I'm afraid it would be delayed for some time.

Bu Nuan just remembered that he had been gone for nearly two months and had not sent a single message back. Zhixian probably wanted to show off or completely hit her and ask someone to show her all his family books. She opened the cover with trembling. She knew his words and was a beautiful grass. The sight fell on the "zhixian my wife" looking up, which was really an unspeakable feeling of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

Her bleak smile, Zhixian my wife... Then what is she? Did she give him everything in exchange for him to call others "my wife"? She doesn't doubt that he loves her, but he also loves Zhixian, doesn't she? How do two women coexist? In an instant, my heart turned into ice, and with a gentle knock, it immediately fell into pieces.

Zhixian stroked his stomach with a proud tone and said, "It's really sad. If it becomes like this, he won't come back. Looking back, it became more and more obvious. How can people cover their mouths and smile?"

She sounds like a needle and doesn't understand why Rong Yu is such a person. The previous promises went away with the wind. He promised to resign and go out with her, but it was all in vain. She can't blame him, it's because she thinks too naive. How can he put aside the future he has worked hard for more than ten years? Chang'an has brocade clothes, gorgeous clothes, and endless delicacies. Why should she accompany her to the Western Regions full of yellow sand to suffer? She overestimated herself. He had a knife on his neck at that time and had to say such words to comfort her! Now calm down, you have the right to go back on your word. So I gradually alienated from her and regarded her as a burden.

This is the man she loves! He once said that what she had no chance to look forward to the next life in this life was that she was too persistent and hurt everyone.

Zhixian relayed the old lady's meaning again - he had been with the Lan family for too long. It turned out that there was nothing I could do in the palace. Now that I have come out, it's time to do it! She had repaired the book for Luoyang and asked her father and mother what she meant, and Luoyang naturally agreed. Last time I went to Liyuan to listen to the play, I happened to meet the princess, so I verbally explored the meaning. The princess can't be asked for it, and she will stop to negotiate with her in these two days. The old lady said and told her to get ready, and the princess would agree if she mentioned it. The fate of parents, the words of the matchmaker, the ancient rules must be followed.

This is imperative and coercive. When she is in a dilemma, that is, Rong and there is no follow-up, she can live alone for the rest of her life. How can I marry Lan Sheng now? Even if he doesn't mind, he can't abuse him.

She didn't say anything, and Zhixian didn't force her. She said gently, "If you don't want to marry Lan Sheng, it's not tight. It's just that they are relatives of the emperor. It's not good for you to refuse to get married and stay in Chang'an. It's better to go to Jizhou and join your uncle Rong Ye. Rong Ye's family doesn't have a young master, so it's convenient for you to go there. If necessary, I will ask your uncle to write to inform you in advance.

They all wanted to send her. She looked up at Zhixian, and there was an intriguing eagerness in her eyes. She thought and should do so. She regarded her as an opponent and naturally solved it so that she could rest assured.

She said, "I'll think about it again." Then he asked Xiu to drop off the guest order and let her go back to her bedroom and lie down.

She can't figure out how many tears have rolled down from the corners of her eyes, and there is always half a jar. For the first time, she complained about fate. Her life was so bitter that it was even worse than Huang Lian...

The moon rises from the east, and the light and white shadow is hidden behind the flying clouds. She put the charcoal in her hand on the window sill, stood for too long, and her back was cold. The jade stove came to put on her cranes. In the middle of winter, she stamped her feet with cold. While rubbing/rubbing his arms, he said, "Today's winter solstice, I lit a candle to worship Helan's prison history!" Aren't you going to Shangzhuxiang?"

She was muddle-headed and forgot the solar term and was surprised, "Is today the winter solstice?"

"No!" The jade furnace pulled the corners of his mouth and sneered, "Look at what Shen's doing?" On the winter solstice, the family wants to worship their ancestors, but they treat you as an outsider and don't mention going back home. If General Lan hadn't served the palace today, I'm afraid he would have come to take over the house earlier.

The jade stove is a stupid girl. How can anyone run to other people's houses to worship their ancestors? She turned around and followed the corridor into the Buddhist hall, lighting dozens of candles on the row, and the red candlelight trembled on her cheeks. The altar was full of sacrifices. She lit incense and kowtowed to the futon to worship. Looking at the "He Lanfujun of the Tang Dynasty" on the blue silk, I couldn't help crying.

She has a lot to say to He Lan. If he is still alive, she can probably give her some advice. Now that she has reached a crossroads, no one can listen to her. She has become the loneliest person in the world.

She went down deeply. Maybe she was sad after she was idle. When she stood up, she felt dizzy and almost stood unsteadily. Xiangong behind hurriedly came over and stopped and muttered, "I think it's a blood loss. Recently, it's always like this. It's better to see that Langzhong doesn't agree. It's better to get sick!"

Xiu looked worried, "I'm going out to find a man tomorrow. Please come and cut my pulse to rest assured. If you don't take care of it at a young age, you will have to leave a disease root when you are old.

She said it didn't matter and sat down in the chair on the side. The room full of incense mixed with the turbid smell of sacrificial vegetables went straight into her nostrils, making her sick. There were bursts of ** in my stomach, like waves coming, throwing higher and higher one at a time. She couldn't sit still and said to Xiu, "I'll go back to my room first." Without waiting for them to agree to rush out of the door, they took a few steps and began to vomit.

Several people in the room chased out, and the lanterns under the eaves were blown by the wind. She squatted there and destroyed her heart, which was particularly shocking.

Yuluo hurried up and patted her back. He couldn't help but look back and said, "What's wrong? Did you eat something bad?"

Several servants sent from Shen's house saw the situation and did not dare to say it clearly. They just said, "Don't ask, girl, help her in and lie down. Drink some hot water to relieve fatigue, and it will be fine after a while.

Xiangon and the jade furnace mixed up one by one, and she was so empty that she could not move her steps and could only be put into the bedroom from both sides.

Xiu stood there in a daze, and her mind was in a mess. Grabbing a Mother surnamed Jiang, "Do you think...do you look like it?"

M Mother Jiang hesitated, "It's not easy to say this... But I will know this pulse, right? I won't know until I see it."

Xiu hurriedly pulled her to catch up. When she entered the room, Bu Nuan had been served by them and lay down. After rinsing his mouth and lying on the hidden sac, his face was as white as wax. The long eyelashes covered the eyes and cast a row of shadows under the light.

Xiu came over and called her. She was a little slow to react and said, "Don't worry. It's better now. You don't have to wait here. Let's all rest!"

Xiu said, "M Mother Jiang knows some medical science and asked her to take a look first and then take the medicine tomorrow."

She didn't say anything and stretched her hand forward. Mother Jiang hurriedly knelt down and stepped on the slender wrist and put her fingers on it. She only felt that the pulse was mysterious and slippery, and now she had a plan. Looking at the show, Xiu winced and didn't ask her to say it immediately. Bu Nuan opened her eyes and asked how it was. She pressed her hand back into the apricot red quilt and smiled, "It's nothing serious. I think it's been a little hot recently. Take a long break, everything will be relieved, and it will be fine naturally.

She slept and withdrew with Mother Jiang. He pulled up the straight door and avoided it far away before asking, "Is there anything to say?"

Mother Jiang suppressed her voice and said, "It looks like, nine out of ten. The heir will be asked to return the pulse tomorrow, and it should be more accurate in the morning. According to me, tell General Lan as soon as possible, and it will be safe to do it tightly.

Xiu is so worried. They don't know that their hearts are clear. How to talk to Lan Sheng about this? Obviously, there is no shadow, how can you put a shit basin on other people's heads? She hung her hands and had no idea, and her heart was really full of resentment. He did this evil thing and patted his buttocks and went far away to Hedong. What should he do if he left Bu Nuan a girl's house? Whether he loves it or not, Bu Nuan is always his niece. He has never seen such harm to his own people! He doesn't care about his family affection at all. Is it as warm as an ordinary woman outside in his eyes?

She sighed deeply and said for a long time, "Don't say anything. It's not a glorious thing after all. It's not good for people to know."

M Mother Jiang nodded repeatedly, "I can save it, don't worry. If the door opens tomorrow, I will go out. Just wait in front of my wife!"

Xiuying, Fang sent her away. I was scared all night and couldn't sleep well. When it was dawn, chickens all over the city crowed. Looking through the silk yarn, it was snowy outside. She put on her short jacket to push the window, and then opened a crack. A chill came in, and it snowed. The ground has been covered with thick, distant roofs, close branches, and silver everywhere. She remembered the stove in the cloth-warming room. I don't know if those lazy bones have added charcoal. At this time, she was weak and afraid that she couldn't stand the cold, so she hurriedly packed up and went out. When I walked to the corridor, I saw her wrapped in an orangutan felt cloak and leaning against the pillar to watch the little girls sweep the snow.

"Why did you get up?" She went to touch her hand, but fortunately it was warm. He breathed a relief and said, "So early, don't sleep much?"

Bu Nuan is still a child's heart and said with a smile, "This is the first snow this winter. It looks really rare! The jade stove said that it was thicker and scraped the upper layer of the snow with the board to make a rabbit. I'm waiting here!"

Xiu sneered, "Wait here with the cold? Are you stupid? Can you have breakfast? "I'm hungry and get sick carefully!" Just as she was about to persuade her to go back to the house, Bugu sent someone in to spread the information, saying that Her Royal Highness came to the door and came to see the wife.