Chapter 46 One step further, I'm afraid it's really going to be unclear
During the night, Xie Yixiao got really hot and her face turned red. The maid stood by and soaked a cloth in water, then wrung it out and wiped her to dissipate the heat. She also put a cloth on her forehead.
She felt like floating in the sky, like floating clouds with no place to settle, and like being trapped in a mire, but unable to struggle, letting the mire submerge, and her heart was filled with panic and blankness.
The pain in her body was unbearable, as if none of her limbs were her own and she couldn't control it. Her consciousness fell everywhere in pieces, like a wandering soul that couldn't find its home, trapped but rejected by the body, struggling to survive.
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My body felt hot and cold at times, and I didn't know how many times I broke out in cold sweats.
The pain is like a dull knife cutting flesh, one after another, as if I am going to die the next moment, I am trapped in the darkness, and I don't know when I will fall into hell.
She was panicked and scared, and couldn't help crying for herself.
But her throat also hurts, she doesn't have much strength, and she is not conscious. She cries softly, sobs softly, and chokes. It's like the thin whining and whimpering of a small animal. It's weak and pitiful, and it makes people feel sad to hear it.
I can't bear it.
The two maids who wiped her body were busy wiping her tears and coaxing her.
"Girl, stop crying."
"Girl, don't cry anymore, why are you feeling so uncomfortable?"
"Girl, wake up..."
Rong Ci sat quietly in the dormitory, upset by the bursts of soft crying. He really couldn't sit still, so he had to open the door of the dormitory, walked through the bright hall to the side hall, and looked up inside.
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At this time, she was lying on the wooden couch, sunk in the soft quilt, half of her body was vaguely covered by the quilt, her long hair was scattered on the bed, her small face was pale and bloodless, her closed eyes were trembling gently,
There were tears falling out, the eyes were slightly red, the long eyelashes were stained with tears and were trembling slightly.
There was a cloth placed on her forehead. In order to wipe her easily and dissipate heat, the skirt of her clothes was half untied, revealing a section of snow-white skin and a soft green dress.
Her skin is white and crystal clear, and the touch of green is like a bud in early spring, like a bud that has just emerged from the soil or a branch, delicate and soft, quivering in the spring breeze.
There are only three rooms in this courtyard, with the bright hall in the middle, his bedroom on the left, and the side hall on the right, which is also the Zen room where he usually reads or meditates.
There are some desks and bookshelves at the back of the side hall, and a wooden couch is set up in front, where he usually sits quietly or drinks tea. It is also where Xie Yixiao lies at this time.
There was no door between the bright hall and the side hall, and there was only a screen with a wooden carving of a green mountain in the middle to block it. He came suddenly, and the two maids were coaxing her not to cry, so they didn't notice it.
He just glanced at it and didn't know it was such a scene. His ears turned red at the moment, and then he turned around hurriedly, not knowing where to put his hands.
The maid heard the noise and turned around to see him standing there. She also panicked and hurriedly arranged and tied her clothes. The two of them looked at each other, you look at me, I look at you. For a moment,
I don’t know how to speak properly, so in the end I can only pretend that it doesn’t happen.
One of the maids coughed lightly, and then called out: "Ninth Young Master."
Rong Ci hummed, turned around, and stood there not knowing whether to move forward or turn around and leave. Logically speaking, he should leave quickly. If he stayed, he might not be able to explain anything later.
The first two times we met were just passers-by, and we were strangers after all.
But this time, if he takes another step forward, he may really get involved.
He hesitated a little, and was about to say that you should take good care of her, but he heard her crying again, softly and thinly, which made him unable to move even if he wanted to, so he finally had to lift his feet and walk in.
"What's wrong with Miss Xie? Why do you keep crying?"
The maid said: "Although she drank the medicine, she still has some fever. The doctor girl came to see her before, but it's not serious. Let the slaves wipe her body to dissipate the heat. Once the fever subsides, she will be fine."
The maid wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "I'm afraid Miss Xie is feeling uncomfortable. She was already weak, soaked in the lake water for so long, and was frightened. She is really uncomfortable."
Rong Ci frowned subconsciously and asked, "How can I make her stop crying?"
The maid shook her head: "The slaves also coaxed her before, but it had no effect. I'm afraid her throat is also uncomfortable. It's even more uncomfortable to cry like this..."
A maid brought a high stool and placed it next to the wooden couch. Another maid handed over a fresh cloth soaked in water and asked him to help wipe it. He paused and took it in his hand, not knowing what to say for a while.
alright.
He wanted to say, it is really inconvenient for me as a man, so you should handle this matter.
But the maidservant said again: "Maybe Miss Xie doesn't recognize us, and Miss Xie doesn't listen to what we say. Why don't you just sit next to her, talk to her, and coax her? Maybe Miss Xie will remember you."
If you listen to your voice, you won’t cry anymore.”
Rong Ci: "..."
Although it sounds like there is some truth to it, it also feels like nonsense.
That’s all.
Just give it a try for now.
I don't know how uncomfortable it would be if she was allowed to cry like this.
So he sat down on the edge and wiped her face with a wet cloth.
She turned over and fell asleep on her side, her body buried in the quilt, with a pale face, sobbing softly, tears falling one by one, looking weak, helpless and pitiful.
I felt very uncomfortable looking at him.
Finally, he sighed, then changed a soft handkerchief to wipe her tears.
"Thank you, girl, please stop crying."
"If you cry again, it will become even more uncomfortable."
"Thank you, girl..."
The maid stood on both sides and saw that the eyes under her eyelids were moving, and then asked him to continue shouting: "Ninth Young Master, please talk to Miss Xie again. She is a little unconscious at the moment and just feels uncomfortable. If you continue
Talk to her and she might know she can't cry anymore."
"Ninth Young Master..."
Rong Ci had no choice but to follow the maid's method and shout a few more times to ask her to stop crying.
She seemed to have really heard it. Her sobs gradually subsided. After a while, she seemed to wake up a little. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw someone wiping her face.
Her mind was a little confused, and she couldn't remember who it was for a moment, but when she looked at his face, she felt familiar, and then she struggled to get up.
The maid next to me was a little panicked when she saw this: "Miss Xie, Miss Xie, what's wrong with you?"
Her eyes fell on him, as if she could no longer see anyone but him and was about to struggle over.
Seeing this, he had no choice but to sit closer and was about to say a few words to her.
I saw her struggling to get up, and then she rushed over and hugged his waist, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.
His eyes widened in shock, and he didn't know where to put his hands in the air.
After a while, she started crying again, and she cried louder and louder, as if she wanted to cry out all the fear and fear in her heart.
After a while, his clothes were wet with tears.
He sighed, reached out and patted her back: "Don't be afraid, it's okay..."