Chapter Thirteen The Newcomer Laughs and the Old Man Cries
The next day, Wei Zi all moved out of Du Yunrou's room.
She went to see him several times, but he also avoided seeing her.
Du Yunrou was getting thinner and thinner, but her belly was getting bigger day by day. In the blink of an eye, another four months had passed, and in a few more months, she would have given birth.
The little guy in her belly seemed to be sucking her essence and blood. Every day it grew up, she was one day closer to death.
In fact, she couldn't bear to die. She didn't know whether Wei Zi loved her or not. She also wanted to watch her child grow up. She didn't know if he would be good to this child. She couldn't let go...
After coughing up blood for several days, Du Yunrou's life became more and more desperate. According to Uncle Li, a woman came to Wei's house every day in the past few days. She seemed to be very close to Wei Zi. Du Yunrou had a big belly.
Because of his limited mobility, he had never seen the rumored woman until that day when the woman came to his door.
She was a girl who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a goose-yellow skirt. The material looked very luxurious.
She stood in front of her, her chin slightly raised, as proud as a peacock, her almond-shaped eyes staring at her and her bulging belly: "Are you brother Zidu's wife?"
Du Yunrou looked calm and was not afraid of her arrogant posture.
"My name is Qin Hui'er, and Qin Yuan is my brother." She stared at Du Yunrou's face, her gaze fixed on her face, and said disdainfully: "My brother said you are a strange woman, but looking at you, you are so strange." She said in a tone of voice.
disdain.
"What did Miss Qin want to say?"
Du Yunrou held the tea cup in her hand. She had always been afraid of the cold, and her hands and feet would feel cold after leaving the bed. The slightly warm tea cup in her hand could barely make her feel better.
Qin Hui'er raised her lips proudly: "I'm going to marry brother Zidu. Today I came here specifically to tell you that from now on, I will be the real wife! And you are the concubine!"
"Knock!" The tea cup knocked lightly, and Du Yunrou suddenly raised his eyes to look at her: "Is this what Wei Zidu meant?"
"That's what I meant." Wei Zi leaned against the door without knowing it, staring at her with cold eyes.
The hand holding the tea cup quietly clenched, and her pale lips pursed: "Since it is your husband's wish, I hereby wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years."
She stood up holding on to the edge of the table and walked out lightly.
"Miss..." The old housekeeper looked at her worriedly.
Although she has been pregnant with the child for eight months, the eldest lady's body is now as thin as a piece of paper, as if all the flesh is supplied to the bulging belly, which is...
"I'm fine." She sat down in the pavilion with a slight smile on her lips.
It's really okay. She doesn't have a few more days to live. What does it matter if she is a slave or a concubine...
Du Yunrou poured herself a cup of hot tea. The tea spilled out and splashed on the back of her hand, which instantly turned a thin red. However, she didn't mind. She had already experienced any pain, so this was nothing.
It is said that when a person is in extreme pain, he will return to peace. Today, she has seen it. When the pain is extreme, he will return to giving up. If his heart is dead, what is there to worry about?
That's all, it's quite tiring.
She only felt more tired than ever before, and her chest was so tight that she couldn't breathe for a long time.
The days passed day by day.
The General's Mansion was very generous. A month later, some girls and servants from the General's Mansion moved into the guard house. There were more people in the guard house, and there were more things. The red wedding cloth was hung one after another, and the originally simple wedding cloth was hung up one after another.
The house is decorated especially festively.
She didn't even have to leave the house, but she could still feel the grandeur of this wedding. It must have been extremely lively outside.
I wanted to see Wei Zidu's bride, but unfortunately, on the day Wei Zidu got married, she went into labor, and the midwife was extremely busy. She probably had never encountered such a difficult mother.
She was lying on the bed breathing heavily, like a fish that had been fished out of the water, with empty eyes. The midwife kept asking her to exert more force, but her whole body seemed to be dehydrated. How could she have any strength?
Waves of pain, screams one after another, the more you scream, the more painful it becomes...
Her whole body was cold, and she felt like one foot had already stepped into the gate of hell.
But...the child, her child!
"Mrs. Wei, please push harder!" the midwife said urgently.
She wanted to laugh, but there was no such thing as Mrs. Wei. She was no longer Mrs. Wei. Unfortunately, she could only breathe heavily and couldn't bring out the slightest smile on her lips.
"Ah...!!" She rested her head on a pillow soaked with cold sweat, and her shrill voice almost broke through the beams of the room. Unfortunately...the bustling Wei House was welcoming a bride today, so who could notice her misery?
There is faint music coming...
This festive sound seemed to be turning into a huge black whirlpool, sucking her in little by little. She couldn't struggle and could only stare at the endless black...
Wei Zidu... Wei Zidu...
Her eyes became distracted and she could only read the name over and over in her heart.
In a daze, she seemed to see the young man again. He stood in front of her, pursed his lips, and asked her seriously: "Do you like me?"
Wei Zidu...
I have not failed you...
"Why...why did you betray me...?"
She whispered unconsciously, and the midwife's voice was urgent: "Mrs. Wei, please speak louder, what did you say?!"
"Cough...cough! Cough cough...!!"
Du Yunrou coughed violently, and black-red blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth...
This child... Zidu, I... am afraid I won't be able to give birth.
The midwife comforted her, "Mrs. Wei! Just hold on a little longer and try harder!" Zidu...
You failed me...
Du Yunrou looked above the bed unconsciously with her distracted eyes.
lobby,
Festive colors are within reach.
The handsome man is wearing a wedding robe. The red robe makes him taller and straighter. The woman holding the red silk piece is also wearing a wedding dress like fire...
This scene looks so familiar.
In a daze, someone thought of the woman who worshiped with a knife that day...
Mrs. Wei...Du Yunrou...
Some people sighed, but no one spoke.
The sound of gongs and drums made the wedding hall lively.
"Worship heaven and earth!"
"General Wei!"
"General Wei...!"
Before the two of them bowed down, they were interrupted. The old butler, who was breathing heavily, was stopped outside and could only cry: "General, please go and see my young lady quickly, she..."