It was raining heavily outside, and strong winds were blowing. The window sash was violently knocked open by the wind, and the gauze inside the house was rolled up by the strong wind.
Su Yuanyuan stood at the head of the bed, her robe filled with the cool breeze mixed with drizzle.
Li San was kneeling on the open space in front of Yichun's bed, crying, with tears streaming down his face, and he looked no more romantic than before.
He curled up and knelt on the ground like a child, calling Yichun incessantly, but the person on the bed was like a puppet with its strings cut off. He could no longer smile and call his brother with crooked eyebrows.
County Magistrate Li and his wife, who were sitting on the chairs nearby, looked sad. Although Mrs. Li was a strict stepmother, she had nothing to do with Yichun, and her eyes were bright and full of tears at this moment.
The aunts gathered outside were not usually impressed by this eldest lady, but they all lowered their heads, not wanting to be criticized at this time.
Magistrate Li sighed and asked a servant to come forward, "Please inform the South Courtyard."
The servant nodded in agreement and ran towards the south courtyard quickly.
Su Ji and Liu Yue lived in the south courtyard. When the servants came to report the funeral, they were stopped by Liu Yue's mother-in-law. When she heard the news that Yichun had just died, her face showed unspeakable joy.
There was a thunderstorm outside, but inside the house was quiet and peaceful.
Lotus-shaped soothing incense burns in the bronze incense burner on the table, and a glass lamp shines dim light. On the bed, the woman is lying in the man's arms as softly as a boneless body, sleeping peacefully.
At this time, the mother-in-law came and knocked on the door gently. Su Ji, who was sleeping lightly, woke up alertly. Seeing that the beauty in her arms was not awake, she carefully took out her arm.
He opened the door and went out, then quickly closed it, fearing that the cold air would invade and disturb Liu Yue.
The mother-in-law lowered her head and deliberately lowered her voice, "Madam is gone."
This woman was brought by Su Ji from the Su family, and the lady she mentioned was Yichun.
Su Ji didn't think of anything else, and subconsciously thought that Yichun was running back to Qishan from the capital alone like before.
The two had just had a quarrel in the afternoon. After he pushed Yichun, he also realized that he might be stronger, but Yue'er is pregnant, so as the head wife, she can't be more generous?
Yue'er has nothing left, and he is very cautious in this family. If he doesn't protect him anymore, Yue'er and this child will be in a very difficult situation.
Why did she show off her temper and run away from home?
The last time he ran away from home and came to Fushishan, he happened to have something important to do and chased her while he was in Fushishan. So he couldn't let her chase her again, right?
Thinking of this, Su Ji only felt that women were trouble. The coolness outside invaded his thin underwear. He waved his hand impatiently, "Let's go."
After saying that, he waved his hands and turned around and entered the house.
Liu Yue in the room was awakened by his movement. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and stood up and asked, "What happened?"
Su Ji didn't want Liu Yue to blame herself for what happened in Yichun, so she made up an excuse to fool him, "It's a small thing, go to bed quickly."
Then he took off his shoes and hugged Liu Yue, and the two slowly fell asleep.
That night, the Li Mansion hung a white sail in front of the door and packed up the mourning hall that night.
When Yichun was being tidied up by her mothers-in-law, she was wearing a purple-green shroud. The color of the shroud was too old. It was the dowry prepared by the Li family for her when she got married a few years ago.
It has been sitting in the warehouse for several years, but I didn't expect to use it so soon.
She was lying quietly in the mourning hall, with white candles burning around her. The firelight was swaying, but the warm yellow light also looked cold.
Su Yuanyuan stood in the outer corridor, her ears filled with the sobbing of the maid and woman, and the paper money in the brazier never stopped.
The bright firelight shines on people's faces, but it cannot shine through their hearts.
Yichun lost her mother when she was five years old. Before she got married, she had been living in the small courtyard in the northwest of Li's house. The maids and mothers did not like to see this eldest lady who had lost her mother's protection at all. They preferred to adopt the young master under the name of the new wife.
She had never had any resentment, nor had she complained about the unequal treatment she received. Such a gentle and kind girl, as pleasant as the spring breeze, died early on a rainy night in spring.
Su Yuanyuan's hands and feet were cold. Jiang Wenzheng was afraid that she would be too sad, so he came forward and gently held her little hand. His warm palms wrapped her around her, and the warmth was continuously transmitted to her.
Her soul, which was beaten by the cold wind, also found some comfort.
"Wen Zheng, I can't change it."
Su Yuanyuan's voice was hoarse, hollow, and full of helplessness.
It has been almost half a year since she came to this world. She thought that she could change the world with her knowledge in the original world and make it as harmonious and beautiful as modern society.
But reality gave her a severe blow.
She has no power, and everything she does is severely restricted by the laws of this world. She can't even help her good friends.
Su Yuanyuan thought that taking Yichun to study medicine and make her independent would change her and make her understand the value of her life.
But she didn't expect that the pressure in this world on Yichun would be so great that it could destroy a girl in her prime years to death.
Jiang Wenzheng was startled when he heard her words, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He looked at Su Yuanyuan. The night wind blew her long hair, and her small body was covered by his large robe, looking miserable and thin.
.
"Yuanyuan, don't say that..."
He was afraid that Su Yuanyuan would be too traumatized by this incident, and he was even more afraid that the death of Yichun would leave a psychological shadow on her.
