Having a loving child to entertain you when you are sick is better than the bitter taste of good medicine.
Even though she couldn't sit at the same table, just listening to her son's coquettish and cute voice as she prepared the meal, Ye Zhenzhen also had a great appetite. She looked away from her sickly appearance during the day and ate a full bowl and a half of white rice, which made Cui Zhiduan happy.
Damn it, if it weren't for Ye Zhenzhen and Aunt Cui urging him, he would still want to stay in Bishaqi.
After Ye Zhenzhen persuaded Aunt Cui and Cui Zhiming to leave, Mingxiyuan became quiet. After a simple scrubbing, Ye Zhenzhen lay on the bed and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Maybe I slept too much during the day, or maybe I missed Cui Weizhen. Without his company these days, I always feel very lonely.
"Did you deliver today's three meals to Mr. Lang on time? Did he say anything?"
It was Yuxiu who was on night duty today. This kind of work had been eliminated after she got married. However, the wife was ill and she was worried that the other maids would not serve her carefully at night, so she had to stay. Ye Zhenzhen couldn't resist, so she had to follow her.
"They were all delivered on time. Mo Yan is really curious as to why you didn't deliver the food in person. My wife has followed your instructions, so Lang Jun should not be suspicious. If it's him again tomorrow, I'm afraid Lang Jun will have to think too much.
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Ye Zhenzhen sighed after hearing this. Now that everyone in the house is watching, she can't go out even if she wants to. In the morning, she only thought about coping with today, and the excuse she came up with was indeed not a good one. Sooner or later it will be exposed.
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But, let’s just say it takes one day.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll tell Uncle Wang to come to the capital. I don't have time to go."
Originally, my eldest uncle expected to arrive in Beijing around the 15th, but something happened on the road and he was delayed for some time. He sent someone to deliver the letter, and it would take two days to arrive.
By then, Cui Weizhen's errand has not ended, her illness has not recovered, and no one is going to take care of her uncle. This is also a headache. Aunt Cui is already old, so she cannot bother her.
Soon, Ye Zhenzhen no longer had time to worry about the problem of getting married the day after tomorrow, because the next day, her illness was revealed.
Ye Zhenzhen got up early today and had breakfast in the company of her son. She was in a good mood. Yuxiu came in with a bitter look on her face and reported: "Madam, Lang Jun was indeed suspicious. Mo Yan asked me when he was bringing the meal today.
After a while, my man couldn't resist, so he told the truth about your illness, and finally came back with a letter."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
She expected that the secret would be revealed, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. Zhang San was too useless.
Ye Zhenzhen sighed helplessly, but she didn't mean to blame him. Zhang San was probably very nervous at this moment. Ye Zhenzhen waved Yuxiu to take a break and at the same time went to comfort Zhang San.
She picked up the letter and looked at it——
Zhen'er, dear friend: I have been on the emperor's mission for more than ten days. How is everything at home? Recently, the cold wind has hit suddenly, especially when it is warm and cold again. Be careful to add clothes to keep warm and avoid catching the wind and cold. My mother is old and my son is still young.
Thank you for taking care of me. I put your own health first and don't have to worry about me. The cook is happy to eat, so you don't have to worry about meals. I will be back in the near future. I hope you will give me more clothes and food, so that you can sleep well day and night... Lonely pillow
The quilt is cold, and I miss you every night. I miss you all night long, and I suddenly come to the window and suspect that it is you.
The time of signing was last night.
Thinking that the taste of yesterday's meal had changed and she didn't come to deliver it, Cui Weizhen had doubts in his heart, so he wrote this letter. But in the end, he didn't ask anything in his heart, he just gave several instructions, which made him feel sour and unspeakable.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes reddened unexpectedly when she thought of Cui Weizhen wearing clothes and writing letters under the candlelight, "The words add food to the words above, and the memories last forever from words below." She looked at each other and missed each other, so why didn't she feel the same way?
She turned over and sat up. Qiu Wu, who was waiting in the room, immediately came over and carefully observed her expression: "Madam, what are your orders?"
"Prepare pen and ink."
Qiu Wu quickly covered his wife with a large felt, added an oil lamp, and then started grinding.
Ye Zhenzhen was full of thoughts, dipped her toes in the pen, and accomplished it in one go——
Wei Zhenwufu: "Zhan Xinjia, I see words like faces. Everything is fine at home, except that I had a slight illness a few days ago. After taking medicine, I am no longer seriously ill. I have a great appetite tonight and I ate two bowls of rice."
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A little exaggerated, Ye Zhenzhen suppressed her guilty conscience and continued to write: "I am afraid that you will be worried, so I will hide it a little bit. I will speak frankly today, I hope you can rest assured, and the emperor's mission is the most important thing. The Gongyuan is damp and cold, so use more quilts at night to avoid catching the wind and cold.
At noon, I send you a piece of personal clothing, hoping it can help you sleep. I miss you as much as you miss me, so please give me some clothes as a courtesy..."
Ye Zhenzhen's face turned red, and it was so hot that she could fry an egg. When Qiu Wu, who was grinding an inkstone, saw this, he was shocked: "Madam, are you feeling unwell? Why did you have a fever again? I'll go ask Yu right now.
Old doctor!"
"No need, come back."
Ye Zhenzhen quickly called the person back, holding back the embarrassment and embarrassment to explain: "The charcoal fire in the room is too strong and it's very stuffy. Go and open the window wider."
Qiu Wu repeatedly refused: "No, no, madam, you can't bear the cold now, and you can't open the window anymore."
In the past, there was no habit of opening windows in the house, especially when it was cold in winter. In order to prevent the cold wind from entering the body, the windows were closed tightly, making the house very stuffy.
Ye Zhenzhen forcibly changed their habits. In ancient times when people relied on charcoal fires for heating, they were most susceptible to carbon monoxide poisoning. Among other things, Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, was almost poisoned and had his hair braided. With such a living example, she was not at all afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning.
Don't dare to ignore it either.
Although smokeless carbon is used, it is related to life safety and one cannot be too careful.
Everyone in the house was influenced by her education, and the rooms were kept ventilated. This time the wind was cold but it was different. They wanted to close the windows tightly, but Ye Zhenzhen refused. In the end, the two sides compromised, and Aunt Cui only opened a small crack, and that was it.
I also used a layer of gauze to block the cold wind.
Therefore, Qiu Wu never dared to open the window again.
Ye Zhenzhen knew this, deliberately fooled her, and then continued to write: "It has been cold recently, and tomorrow I will send someone twenty pounds of silver charcoal. Make sure to open the windows for ventilation when sleeping at night..."
She wrote a lot, and the letter was almost full, so she reluctantly ended with Yi An's "One Cut Plum": "A kind of lovesickness, two worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frowned, but
Take it to heart."
Signed: Wife, the night of February 28th.
"Qiu Wu, bring me the small box."
Ye Zhenzhen dried the pen and ink and carefully put the letter into the small box. Then, she coughed lightly: "There is no need to wait in the back room. You can go to the Nuan Pavilion to rest. By the way, remember to put the small box and twenty
Send a catty of silver charcoal to Mr. Lang."
Seeing that Madam had no intention of handing over the small box to her on the spot, Qiu Wu had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart and retreat obediently.
Without outsiders, Ye Zhenzhen secretly rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, took out the underwear and outer clothes that had been washed yesterday, folded them and put them into a small box. Fortunately, the clothes were light and light, otherwise they wouldn't be able to fit them in.
After everything was placed properly, she patted her hot cheek and breathed a sigh of relief.
Don't let anyone know about this. Well, it's so disgusting and embarrassing.
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I've been missing you all night long, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected it was you. ——Lu Tong's "Thoughts"