In March of the 22nd year of Chongzhen, Rong Ye, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel, died violently in the palace political affairs hall; on the third day, his wife Liu and his children left the capital, and there was no news since then. There were many discussions in the capital and there were many different opinions.

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In the 25th year of Chongzhen, in September, the north wind was howling and dark clouds were pressing on the top. It seemed that the sky was not far from the first snow of this year.

The winter in Yanbei is always particularly cold, and this year's winter seems to come earlier than the previous winter.

In the cold north wind, people walking on the road wrapped their coats tightly and kept cursing the ghost weather.

There is a village called Pingqiao Village in Pingzhou, north of Yan. There is a wide house in the west of Pingqiao Village, with blue bricks and red tiles, pink walls and red doors. It looks particularly grand against the backdrop of the blue brick houses and earthen huts in the village.

This wide courtyard facing north and south is divided into three fronts and backs. The first entrance is the outer courtyard. The downed room lives with the helpers, guards and servants at home. The wide courtyard is filled with rows of vegetable fields with neatly cultivated land.

At this time, in the vegetable field, green seedlings looked quite energetic, and at the western end of the yard was a clean and neat horse shed.

At first glance, the floor-to-ceiling columns and window lattices in the entire yard are made of newly painted paint, and the windows are covered with snow-white and clean Korean paper. When I saw that this family was a newly built house.

The entire courtyard is decorated in a stylish manner. The clean floor in the courtyard is clean and the green that can be seen in the eye makes it look vibrant and fresh, making people feel that the owner does not seem to be an ordinary farmer.

After passing by the Hanghuamen along the bright and neat bluestone slab, the second entry was the inner house.

Because the mistress at home had passed away, the main room in the middle only worshiped the portrait of the mistress, and the ear rooms on both sides were used as warehouses.

The young master of this family lives in the east wing, and the west wing is used as the young master's study; the west wing is a kitchen, and the east wing is a maid and servant who serves the masters in person; there are two tall and lush green pine trees planted in front of the door of the east wing, which looks dazzling in this vast season.

The third-level embroidery building lives in the second floor embroidery building, which is not too small, and there are three main rooms. The maids and servants who serve the ladies live in the back room behind the embroidery building.

In the corner of the wall on the east side of the yard is a fenced flower bush, with bushes of unknown small wild flowers planted inside. Although there are no flowers at this moment, they also have green leaves, which look full of vitality.

There are a row of nine red plum trees and a bush of herbs planted in the flower beds to the west. When you get closer, you feel the strange fragrance is so good that those strange grasses and fairy vines are even colder and more green, and they are all solid, like coral beans, and they are tired and cute.

Two large jars of pastel flowers are placed next to the stone table and stone chairs in the middle of the yard. There are a few orchid trees on the jar. Under the iced water surface, a few goldfish of different colors are swimming leisurely.

At this time, in the second floor bedroom of the embroidery building, there were white silk tents hanging from the black painted kang. There was a girl about nine years old sleeping in the tent, covering her body with a thick and solid quilt.

She closed her eyes tightly, with two abnormal blush on her slightly pale face, and her breathing sounded quite heavy, and she seemed to be very sick.

On the black painted mat sits a woman wearing a half-old indigo cotton jacket, holding a cotton towel to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, her kind face full of worry.

Jiang Lanbi lay in a daze on the hot kang, unable to move a single finger, and his whole body was his mouth and ears.

Her consciousness was blurred and awake for a while.

The scene in front of me is a modern university for a while. I walked happily on the playground with my roommate, talking about the novel I just read.

After a while, it was the boudoir of the Xue family when he was young. The rain hanging on the bed was over the blue gauze tent, with ink paintings like flowing water embroidered on it. The beautiful mother sat in front of the bed, gently calling her nickname with tears in her eyes.

After a while, another young girl with a bun, wearing a mourning dress, pounced in front of the mourning hall, holding the silent beautiful woman on the spirit bed, hoarsely and crying and shouting "Mother".

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In a daze, Jiang Lanbi felt a bitter medicinal juice flowing straight into his throat, making him cough.

A pair of gentle hands gently stroked his chest, alleviating the discomfort caused by his cough.

At this moment, she was confused and heard a crisp and slightly tender voice sounding beside the bed: "Mom, how are you doing with a lady?"

The dumb female voice beside the bed lowered her voice and said, "You girl, didn't I let you watch the stove in the kitchen?"

Xiaoyin was stewing the goat milk and poria drink for the lady and the red date and longan soup for the master. If you don’t watch it carefully, why are you here to make it? Those things are so precious now. If you make it carefully, you will ruin good things!"

"Dad and my sister just came back from the county town, so my sister went to the kitchen to watch. Dad asked me to come in and see how the lady was doing. He said that he had grabbed a few pairs of medicine from the county clinic and bought two ginseng for ten years to nourish the young lady."

"Oh, what else can it be done? The lady's high fever will not subside. If this continues, it will be burned out.

Doctor Li came to take his pulse and said that the lady was originally a premature baby and the heat and toxins brought by the fetus. She finally recovered a little over the years. When she came to Yanbei three years ago, the disease was laid again due to the bumpy road and the cold weather.

After coming to Yanbei, the climate and soil here are very different from those in the capital, so the lady will inevitably be unacceptable to the environment and soil.

In addition, over the past year, the young master and lady have to keep mourning for their wives, without any meat.

This winter is particularly cold, so my already weak body naturally can't hold on.

I'm also blaming me. At that time, I should advise the lady not to stick to these rules and keep her body well.

Now we are not as good as in Beijing, where any tonic and medicinal materials can be maintained. There is no good doctor here. If the lady can't hold on, then the lady's Spirit in Heaven will not be at ease!

If the lady has a long and short position, how can I be worthy of the left wife!"
Chapter completed!