In the spring of Tianchen's eighteenth year, in the past, the busy streets of Acropolis were empty and almost no one could be seen. A gust of wind picked up the rags and leaves on the street and dragged them all the way, passing through the streets full of ruins and messes, until

I walked into a small dilapidated yard, and the wooden door that was covered with water scratches "squeaked". The wind seemed to have eyes, and it suddenly swirled at the door without any bias, and the wind was everywhere.

Fallen leaves and rags and rags that exuded a musty smell started to spin. After a while, the evil wind suddenly stopped, and the debris in the air hit the wooden door with several "snaps", and then quietly fell along the facade.

on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the courtyard, which had been dead silent just now, suddenly became noisy. One or two of the voices were particularly sharp, piercing the dull air in the courtyard like arrows, bringing out some unusual joy.

"Wake up... the girl is awake... Madam... the girl is awake..."

In the inner room, a young woman in her thirties wearing plain clothes wiped the tears that were rolling down her eyes and ran toward the source of the sound with a look of shock and surprise on her face.

In the room next door, several girls were running around in a panic. Things in their hands were dropped, and their steps were even more panicky and urgent. They didn't know where to go. The young woman's originally pale face became pale because of running.

With some blood, he waved his arms several times to push the girls away and rushed towards the bed. Under the bed curtain, a little girl about ten years old with a pale face but unusually delicate eyebrows was opening her eyes and looking blankly at the people walking around.

When the young woman saw this, she hugged the little girl fiercely, and her tears rolled down her face, until she burst into tears.

The surrounding maids and women also had red eyes when they saw this. One of them, a woman in her forties, wiped her tears with her sleeves and stepped forward to comfort the woman: "Madam, please stop crying! You have to take care of yourself."

Body, if nothing else, look at our girl..."

Hearing this, the woman gradually stopped crying. She gently stroked the cheek of the little girl in her arms with both hands, and forced a smile from the corner of her mouth, "My dear, I'm finally awake..."

After saying that, he looked at the little girl's face carefully, his brows gradually furrowed, and his voice was urgent and frightened: "Sister Wan! Sister Wan..."

The little girl stared at the woman blankly for a long time before blinking, her face full of hesitation and unfamiliarity.

The woman opened her eyes wide and looked at the little girl in her arms in astonishment. Then she burst into tears with a cry, and subconsciously hugged the middle-aged nanny beside her with her right hand. Her voice was stuck in her throat. It was actually a

I can't even speak any words.

Seeing this, the middle-aged grandma also felt a little worried on her brows. She patted the young woman with one hand while observing the little girl. After a long time, the latter finally blinked her eyes, and her originally empty eyes suddenly became a little brighter.

Looking bright and healthy, Nanny Cao breathed a sigh of relief, patted the woman's shoulder, and tried to console the woman in a calm voice: "The girl is okay, it's okay... Madam, look, the girl is awake, she's okay..."

The woman then turned to look at the little girl. The mother and daughter looked at each other with red eyes for a moment, and the woman held the little girl in her arms and started crying.

At this moment, there is another scene in the capital eight hundred miles away. The spring is in full bloom, and all kinds of flowers are blooming in the suburbs of Beijing. The red, white, purple and blue colors are hard to take away. Young men and girls from various families are traveling together with their companions. Those

The individual literati worked hard and thought hard, hoping to write a few poems that would be famous throughout the ages.

In this bustling and bustling place, the atmosphere in the court was unusually gloomy. The Holy Emperor kept his face cold for several days, and many people were disappointed. One after another, imperial edicts were sent out eight hundred miles away.

At the beginning of April in the eighteenth year of Tianchen, the low pressure from the Central Government had spread to the entire capital city. The flowers that had bloomed in clusters in the past were withering, and every house and government gradually closed its doors. Less than a month later,

Afterwards, the prosperity of this capital city changed.

Liu Huaijin, the sincere uncle, had just come down from the court. He went to the old lady's yard before changing into court clothes. His face was full of sorrow and his brows were almost knit together. In early February, there was an earthquake in the southeast, thousands of casualties, and civilians everywhere.

Rumor. This natural disaster caught the southeastern officials and the imperial court off guard. Fortunately, the Holy Emperor was calm and issued several edicts in succession, and the situation was barely stabilized. However, within half a month, the epidemic broke out again, and nearly a thousand people died in one Acropolis.

, people in the south were panic-stricken. Then...hey, brother-in-law Lin Zhinan went to Zhezi to ask for road closures. With the road closure order, the epidemic was barely controlled, but three or four out of ten people in the southeast died, and there were widespread complaints among the people, and all the officials were worried.

, dead and sick, and alive, three urgent messages were sent to the court every day. There was noisy in the court every day, and the Holy Spirit felt uncomfortable. All the important officials in the southeast were reprimanded, and they were afraid that they would be reprimanded for several years. This

Someone has to bear the responsibilities of a disaster. Now, it is a blessing for my brother-in-law to have a posthumous reputation that balances his merits and demerits - no matter what, he cannot let this whole thing fall on his brother-in-law.

Chong'an Hou Lin Zhiyuan sat with red eyes facing the wall in the study for a long time, and then went to the main courtyard to find his wife Feng. The couple sat opposite each other, and Mrs. Feng looked at her husband's face with a bitter taste in her heart.

In recent years, we rarely have such moments of sitting together. Marquis Lin Zhiyuan usually rests in the Zheng family's room in the west courtyard. If it weren't for his third brother's business, he probably wouldn't come to the main courtyard.

"Has the yard been tidied up?" After a long silence, Lin Zhiyuan asked in a hoarse voice.

Mrs. Feng took the hot tea from the maid's hand and handed it over, sighed, and responded in a low voice: "After receiving the letter from the south, I will have people clean up Yimei Courtyard, so that the third brother and sister and Sister Wan can live there when they come back.

"

At the other end of the yard, the second wife Yang's eyes were shining, and she dragged the second master Lin Zhiqing to talk: "The third brother has been in Jiangnan for nine years. I heard that there is a gold selling cave near Qinhuai Road in Yangzhou. My family is there.

Over the years, I have accumulated a lot of money, but I think I must have three to fifty thousand taels! Now it’s just the third brother and sister and Wan’s sister and my mother, and that money..."

"Why do you care about this?" Lin Zhiqing, the second master, pulled his arm away from Mrs. Yang's hand angrily, and shouted impatiently, but without much momentum. Mrs. Yang's eyes widened when she saw this, and she slapped her.

He jumped on the second master's shoulder and screamed: "What's so bad? You've got skills? You have skills. Why don't you learn from your third brother and get some money back? You still want to yell at me! Bah!"

"

"Third brother is dead! Do you want me to die too?" Second Master Lin Zhiqing's face turned red. He held a breath in his chest and could not spit it out. He was only filled with anger and regret. Why did he marry such a bitter person?

What a mean woman! She was so angry that her heart was pounding, and she spoke with a bit of ferocity, "I'll beat you to death, you vicious woman!"

As soon as Yang heard this, she rushed up and slapped the second master, climbed on Lin Zhiqing with her hands and feet, and screamed: "The second master is beating someone! Beating someone! Oops, I did it."

What a sin! My life is so miserable..."

Lin Zhiqing was so angry that his breath was stuck in his throat, and he was trembling all over and couldn't utter a word. The two were in a stalemate for a moment. Lin Zhiqing looked at Yang on his body, with deep disgust in his eyes. After a long time, he took a deep breath and gave a harsh blow.

He pulled Yang off with all his strength, tossed his sleeves and walked out the door.

Mrs. Yang looked at her husband's back, snorted disdainfully, straightened her hairpin's clothes, twisted her slim waist and went to the inner courtyard.
Chapter completed!