Chapter 112

At the gate, a lift sedan has been waiting for a long time.

Song Xijiao, with her drawings in her arms, sat in a sedan chair. The small sedan chair is rickety and goes towards the direction of home. She can't help but lift the curtain and look at Ling Fu.

When he came out, the whole lingfu was filled with a strong smell of medicine. Ling Ziqing is the only one living in lingfu. He has no wife and no mother. The medicine must be fried for himself. I don't know what kind of disease he has. He has to take such heavy medicine. I don't know if his illness is serious When he wanted to come, he lay lazily on the couch, his heart was tight.

If his illness is very important, I dragged him to talk about the bamboo paper mill all afternoon, and I fell asleep in the past She patted her head in chagrin, but she asked for him. If she didn't perform well, how could she look like asking for help!

Ask him well tomorrow. She is not proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, but there are two elderly people who are fond of traditional Chinese medicine. She has been influenced by them since childhood, and she knows a little. Maybe she can help.

In the past, she always walked home. Today, she took a rare sedan chair, but she fell over and staggered and felt carsick.

It was dark, and she was worried. She went out today and didn't explain to song's mother and Zhong Chun. They must be very anxious. So he raised the curtain and looked out, hoping that the sedan bearers could walk faster.

Suddenly, in the night, song Xijiao saw a familiar figure standing in the distance.

She quickly called to stop the sedan chair, but did not care to say hello to the sedan bearer. She trotted to Zhongchun with her long skirt. Smiling, she asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhong Chun glanced at the luxurious sedan chair. His eyes were heavy, but he didn't say anything. He just held her hand and took her home with him.

"What's the matter with you?" Song Xijiao's intuition is something wrong with Zhongchun, but he goes up and down the mountain all day. What can make him unhappy?

But when he got home, Zhong Chun did not speak.

After dinner, chestnut went back to the room to practice calligraphy. Song's mother accompanied him to sew clothes and embroider. Zhong Chun sat in the yard, drinking herbal tea and watching the cold moon in the sky.

Song Xijiao went back to her room to wash her hair again. When she stood in front of the window, she saw his slightly desolate and lonely figure.

What are you doing in the yard on a cold day?

Song Xijiao always felt something was wrong with him. During the meal, she said a few words to Lizi and Niang, but she ignored her. Was it because she was in a bad mood?

But she didn't mess with him.

Seeing the night wind getting colder and colder, song Xijiao suddenly realized that he was sitting in the yard, afraid that he was waiting for himself.

Thinking of this, she quickly opened the door and went behind him. She leaned over and looked at him. He didn't move, even his eyes were not given.

Song Xijiao made a face behind him, went to him, sat down, looked at him, and poked his arm, but he was still indifferent, as if she did not exist.

"Don't be a child!"

Song Xijiao couldn't help but pinch his hand.

But after holding it, he was stunned. His hand was so cold that it was like a lump of ice.

She quickly grabbed the tea bowl in his hand and frowned: "your hands are so cold, you still drink herbal tea, and you are still sitting in the yard to blow the wind. Do you want to be sick?"

Hearing the speech, Zhong Chun finally said the first word of the evening: "also?"

"I went to see Mr. Ling this afternoon. He seems to be ill." Song Xijiao explained.

The corner of Zhongchun's mouth curved, half smiling: "do you love it?"

Song Xijiao was stunned and puzzled: "what do I love him for? I just feel a little guilty. He's sick. I pulled him to talk so much in the afternoon. As a result, I fell asleep

"Are you asleep?" The smile on the corner of Zhong Chun's mouth disappeared instantly. He held her hand with his back hand, and his voice was cold. "Song Xijiao, do you need me to remind you that as someone else's wife, you went to a strange man's house alone and fell asleep in his home. What are you going to do if he has any evil intentions towards you? "

"You What are you talking about? Young master Ling doesn't mean that to me at all. Don't you know that? I was interested in him, and he didn't pay any attention to me Song Xijiao saw that he was really angry and explained to him in a hurry.

"It was then, now, now."

At the beginning, song Xijiao didn't want to see more, but now He took song Xijiao's hand, pulled her to his lap and sat down. He pinched her chin like a warning or a threat.

"You are not allowed to go to Ling Fu again. If you have something to see him, you can send a post to the teahouse outside."

"But he was ill..." The rest of the words have not yet reached the exit, they are blocked by Zhongchun's lips.

The moon light sprinkles on the body, song Xijiao leans on Zhong Chun's shoulder, for a long time discontented in his back neck wrung: "overbearing!"

Zhong Chun coldly hums: "if I carry you secretly meeting a woman, still sleeping in her home, how do you think?"

"Dare you Song Xijiao immediately raised her head and glared at him."Just know."

Zhong Chun finally said something, and the expression of congealed expression on his face faded. He held song Xijiao quietly for a while. Seeing that song Xijiao was always moving and stiff, he suddenly threw her down.

Song Xijiao a stumbling, almost fell down, looked up discontentedly at him: "what are you doing?"

"It's late. I went to bed." With that, he strode into his room without looking back and slammed the door.

"Insane!"

Song Xijiao made a face and had to go back to her room to rest.

Looking back on what happened one day today, she did it wrong.

In the afternoon, she framed the painting and went to Ling Fu in a hurry. In addition, lingfu is full of servants, not to mention her and Ling Ziqing alone, also did not think much.

But the people here and her ideas are different. The servants are not "people" in their eyes. Like tables and chairs, they are just decorations and possessions. So today, she is indeed misbehaving, and Zhongchun should be angry.

However, this is the first time she saw Zhong Chun angry.

It turned out that when he was angry, he was a moron and did not speak. Thinking of this, song Xijiao chuckled again.

"What are you laughing at?"

Suddenly there was a vague voice on top of her head. Song Xijiao was startled. She suddenly sat up and looked around: "who?"

The voice on the top of his head sounded again, with a little anger: "I can't even hear my voice?"

"Zhong Chun? Where are you? " Song Xijiao was surprised to open her eyes and unconsciously pulled over the quilt to cover her chest.

"It's windy tonight. I'll seal your roof so that it doesn't leak."

Song Xijiao breathed a sigh of relief, put down the quilt, and thought of his busy appearance on the roof in the cold wind. But she was not able to help.

After living for a long time, Zhong Chun's voice sounded again on the roof: "it's all done. Sleep at ease." Then he jumped and went on to mend other roofs.

Song Xijiao went to the window and looked at his vague figure by the moonlight. In the strong wind, his black hair was flying in a disorderly way. He was like a wolf king perched on the roof. His limbs were strong and majestic.

Not like a hunter, but like a general!

Unconsciously, song Xijiao was fascinated.

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