008 Break the cocoon

At that time, Yunqing was seven years old and already knew what it was like to be on the verge of death. Her aunt fainted beside her. She pillowed her aunt's arm and saw that her grandfather's every move was silent and slow. I don't know how many thunderstorms and how many lightnings have illuminated the broken temple like daylight. Yunqing turned his head and saw a beautiful teenager lying beside him, dressed in gorgeous clothes, a rich young master, and a dagger in his chest. Deep into his chest, but his eyebrows did not frown at all, but the corners of his mouth seemed to smile, which was like sarcasm.

Yun Junsheng knew some shallow medical skills. He helped Master Mu draw a knife, stopped the bleeding on his body, then roughly bandaged the wound, and finally fed him a few mouthfuls of water. Only these things have consumed his last strength.

Yun Junsheng finally fed Yunqing a little rain. The grandparents looked at each other silently and did not have the strength to speak to each other. That night, the old man of the Yun family died in front of the dilapidated golden body of the Tibetan Buddha in the Mahayana, holding his granddaughter's hand in one hand. In the arm on the other side, the young master of the Mu family almost magically turned to safety.

When the four ethnic groups came to find it the next morning, Yun Junsheng's body had already lost its temperature. The two little girls were hungry and dizzy, but the young master of the Mu family woke up and looked around too quietly. The four ethnic groups hurriedly took Master Mu away and completely forgot the Yun family. However, the second master of the Pei family happened to pass by, bought a thin coffin to bury Mr. Yun, and took the two little girls of the Yun family with him. When he was rewarded with Lanyuan, he then brought him into Lanyuan.

Whether the Yun family saved Master Mu, or did Master Mu save the aunt and nephew of the Yun family, and no one mentioned it many years later. Second Master Pei said that the Mu family was unkind, and people's lives were at risk. They didn't even say a word of thanks, but in a blink of an eye, they told Yunqing that if it weren't for Master Mu, the two of them were afraid that they would starve to death with their grandfather in the ruined temple. It's hard to find cause and effect.

Yunqing revisited the scene of that year in his dream. The feeling of dying in the thunderstorm was still too clear and horrible, but a person he had never noticed before became more and more clear. Fifteen-year-old Mu Chuiliang has grown into a handsome appearance. The lines on his face are hard and bright, the twists are soft, and the depths of his eyes are quiet, but the corners of his mouth seem to be smiling, full of elegant ridicule.

So it's him? Mu Chuiliang... the son of the four clans?

No wonder he will know her age and name, witness Pei Ziyao and Ye Huaifei's bere marriage, and know that Pei Ziyao fought with the Pei family only to marry a concubine surnamed Yun... No wonder, he thought it was interesting. This world and encounter is really very interesting.

turned out to be him.

But what is the need for him to break up her and Pei Ziyao?

Yunqing was muddle-headed and felt that he was awake several times, but his eyelids seemed to be so heavy that he could not lift it no matter how hard he struggled. However, his ears were occasionally very sensitive, and he could hear the crying of several people worrying. Outside the window, there is endless rain. Sometimes the sound is as clear as a piano, sometimes the sound is as exciting as a war drum. More often, the sound is plain and endless, like a erhu song with wet strings, pulling back and forth with the tip of the heart, and listening alone is exhausting.

Many past events flashed intermittently in her heart, with rain-like humidity, making people's heart sticky-greasy and unhappy. Someone spoke in his ear in a trance, and his voice was cold and vicious.

"Look at your death now, it's really eye-opening! Xia Wanqing was not as good as you!"

"You want to be beautiful, but you still want to marry into the Pei family, and then what? Enjoy prosperity and glory? It's really heartless, for the Xia family!"

"What have you done after eight years of returning to Huacheng? Lantern Square Painter? Oh! You are a painter for one day and a painter all your life. Your status is so low that you have never had a chance to meet Mu Jiuzhang and take revenge? It's really funny!"

" As the eldest daughter of the Xia family, you have really lost the face of the 18 generations of the Xia family!"

......

Yunqing's heart was like a fire. As she felt cold and wanted to get close, she burned a little further. She was anxious and stuffy, sweating coldly. She felt that she had been greatly wronged, and felt that the sound of rain outside was really annoying. How could she be so annoying? The speaker was also annoyed. It was really annoying.

But the voice kept falling, and the vicious words did not diminish: "If you don't want to revenge, you don't feel at ease about revenge. Do you still want to do both? If both sides are complete, Xia Wanqing will not die so miserably. Look at your appearance, how can Xia Wanqing give up his life for you!"

Yunqing suddenly opened his eyes.

The mantle tent above is a large area of warm pear blossoms and begonias, stacked with plain white and charming red, weaving endless spring colors.

She has never liked the enchanting begonias, but only feels that it is so soft, sweet and dreamy, with the ambiguity that she dares not delve deeply. But her aunt likes it very much. She is not the little aunt who has been ill for many years in Lanyuan, but the eldest aunt Wanqing, who died in this huge Wuhua City more than ten years ago.

It was the eighth year of Chunhua. She was four years old, Qinhe Ferry. Aunt Wanqing said, "Don't come back, never come back again!"

There is a begonia-colored red in the bottom of her heart, like the legendary immortal haze in the nine heavens. Even if she can't sit in her arms, it can bring lasting warmth. I fixed my eyes, but it was her aunt Wanqing, such a dignified and gentle woman, with a smile.

Four years ago, Xia Wanqing, the eldest daughter of the Xia family, was just a name. She had been ill all year round, and even the servants of the Xia family did not recognize her. In the fourth year of Chunhua, the Xia family was ordered to kill all over the house. Xia Wanqing rode straight to the south of the Yangtze River overnight and informed his brother Xia Wanxu, who was an official in Suzhou, to fake his death. In the sixth year of Chunhua, Xia Wanxu was killed, and Xia Wanqing did not hesitate to hide in the brothel to protect the orphans of the Xia family. In the eighth year of Chunhua, the east window incident happened. Xia Wanqing did everything, sent away what should be sent away, and then calmly washed up to death.

No one knows her story, and no one will set up a monument for her. Even Yunqing can't mourn her openly. She can only embroider the begonia flowers she has always liked on the inner curtain, and then hooked the words with plain silk thread: "Spring is gone and summer is still clear; the world is sunny." Xia Wanqing.

"Little aunt, why didn't you come to Suzhou with us? Didn't the Yun family arrange it early?"

"Your aunt is the eldest daughter of the Xia family. She is responsible."

"But my aunt, I am also the eldest daughter of the Xia family. Why did I secretly hide in Suzhou with the surname Yun?"

"Yunqing..."

"Auntie, my surname is Xia, and I want to go back to Wuhua."

......

She loved nine chapters so much that she lost her defense and finally died without a place to be buried. Yunqing imagined such a picture and looked at it as her and Pei Ziyao. Yes, some things are not perfect. She tried her best to covet the last time and thought that she could be warm for a while. Unexpectedly, she didn't wait for her to retreat, and everything was completely different.

The reeds comforted softly, which were all pleasant words, and the words were pearls. Fuqi also comforted, and Zisu also comforted. There were only a few words, but it was clear that the name Pei Ziyao had become a taboo. Yunqing realized this and smiled for no reason.

In the afternoon, Yunqing could rest at the head of the bed, but his wrist was injured and he was caught in the rain and had a fever, which was really not a big deal. She didn't talk much, had a dignified posture and a light smile, which reassured others. Zisu came to see her and didn't comfort her much. She just handed over the master Pei's letter. Yunqing nodded and received it, but didn't open it. Instead, he sent away the perilla and called the jiao.

"Where is Zheng Zhongfei?"

Except for Zheng Zhongfei, who dared to scold her like that during her sleep, but he didn't expect him to come back.

She came straight to the point, and said bluntly, "In Du Zhong's room. Du Zhong suffered some minor injuries and needed to recuperate. Coincidentally, Zheng Zhongfei used to be a doctor.

Yunqing took a sip of tea and waited for the reeds to speak.

"At that time... we really had no choice. Since the bracelet was broken, Master Pei must have had similar injuries. If we rush to invite people from Pei's pharmacy to diagnose and treat, it would inevitably cause trouble if it was seen, but the blood loss was too severe, and Dr. Sun in the garden had no choice. Coincidentally, Du Heng and Du Zhong escorted Zheng Zhongfei back. He had the title of magic doctor before, so he asked him to help stop the bleeding and medicine. Dr. Sun looked at it and said it was bolder, but there was no problem. I came to take the medicine and give the medicine myself. Don't worry, Miss.

Yunqing was weak and still praised, "Fortunately, I have you. Thank you for your consideration."

The reeds nodded, and the bottom of his eyes were worried.

"As for the matter of Zheng Zhongfei," said, "Du Heng and Du Zhong escorted Zheng Zhongfei down the waterway. He intended to send him to Bianjing City, but when he saw that he was about to arrive, the boat turned over. Neither of them knew how the boat capsized, but lost Zheng Zhongfei and had to look around. After finding it, they brought it back. It happened... It happened to hit the scene between you and Master Pei last night.

Yunqing's thoughts were still ahead, so he couldn't help frowning and asking, "Was the boat hit?"

The only value of Zheng Zhongfei is to know many secrets of the Xia family. Although it is not all, it is not all right, but at least it is the only person in this city who can have a great relationship with the Xia family. Yunqing had also wondered if there was anyone waiting for her to be hooked by Zheng Zhongfei. Now the boat has turned over so coincidentally that she has to think more.

"Af asked Du Heng to find out how the ship capped, who the owner was, and how it is now."

She frowned and hesitated: "Do you think that someone has been staring at Zheng Zhongfei, waiting for the melons? So do you need to send Zheng Zhongfei away now?

Yunqing looked down at his tightly wrapped wrist and said with a smile, "No, soldiers will block it, and water will cover it. You can also see how Zheng Zhongfei laughed at me. I'm the eldest daughter of the Xia family. I shouldn't have been so embarrassed. I have made up my mind and will not look back.

looked at her. There was pain in her eyes and a smile on her face. She looked like walking to the end of the road, with the sadness of doing nothing to the past, and ready to go about the next journey.

The jiao finally smiled with relief and said, "Miss, the jiao is not talented. I would like to accompany you to the end."