Ping An's high fever finally subsided after receiving careful care, and He Yunchu breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what the reason was, He Yunchu didn't want anything to happen to this little baby.
But in the past few days, Hongxing felt that something was wrong with He Yunchu.
The girl locked herself in her room whenever she had time in the past few days and asked her to go to the drugstore and buy a lot of herbal medicine.
He Yunchu has not cooked at Liuxiufang and Liuting Pavilion since he gave birth.
The two major shareholders, Sister Xiang and Song Zi, both heard that she was feeling better and came to see her.
One is to let her make up her mind, telling her that the business has grown and what is the future direction.
The second is that he is afraid that she is still immersed in the grief of losing her child and wants to find something to distract her.
It's just that He Yunchu seemed normal and gave them ideas and ideas without any ambiguity.
It felt like I was back when I was still pregnant.
Song Zidu and Sister Xiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But He Yunchu then said: "You can take care of Liuxiufang and Liuting Pavilion. After all, my mood is not as good as before."
Sister Xiang explained: "When you are tired, take a good rest for a while. When you feel bored, you can do something famous for fun. Don't be in a hurry."
Song Zi nodded repeatedly: "Don't be anxious about the child. The Holy One will definitely explain it to you. You are both young. Maybe when the eldest prince comes back, you and the Holy One can have another little prince. That will be
The elder brother is taking care of the younger brother."
Song Zidu is indeed an old man, and he can speak comforting words very smoothly.
Although everyone thought that the prince who was taken away was probably in serious danger.
He Yunchu just smiled when faced with these kind words of advice.
But no one wants to talk about such heart-wrenching things.
The confrontation in Liang Mansion that day did not spread in the end.
Except for a few people present, Lin Qingning also disappeared in silence.
Only Meng Ke mentioned it to Zhao Su.
After hearing this, Zhao Su couldn't hold back anymore and pulled He Yunchu to persuade her, making her feel at ease and leaving the matter to Wei Siyun.
After all, as a mother, her intention of not wanting He Yun to be in danger was different from Wei Siyun's.
He Yunchu expressed her understanding and she would do whatever Zhao Su said.
At the end, Zhao Su said: "There is also the baby girl. Don't invest too much emotion in her. The Holy One has not killed her now because he has not yet determined whether she will be used later. If you invest too much, you will definitely suffer in the future."
It can’t be given up.”
She must have heard people say that she had been anxious and worried about Ping An's illness these past few days.
Hearing this, He Yunchu also nodded: "I understand, mother."
She knew that Zhao Su was sincerely good for her. From this era, the only person who had not changed his attitude towards her was Zhao Su.
Even Zhao Su might have guessed that the He Yunchu facing him had changed.
He Yunchu held her hand, leaned on her knees and chatted with her: "Mom, is it good or not to have a baby? I have an inseparable kinship with you, so I will always worry about it."
Zhao Su was stunned by her question.
Then he raised his hand and stroked her hair carefully: "There's nothing good about it. Children are debts, but only after they are born do you realize that the little baby holding your heart and soul is a part of you."
From the moment we know there is a little life in our body, fear and joy will be closely linked.
"I hope he is safe and sound. I want to hug him."
Zhao Su was moved and her nose felt sour, but she said, "Yes, I'm still waiting to hold my little grandson."
One night.
It's the depth of winter these days, and it's less than January before the Chinese New Year.
Outside there was the whistling sound of wind and snow, and He Yunchu lay on the bed with his eyes closed.
She was not asleep, so late at night, the sound of footsteps hidden under the wind and snow reached her ears very clearly.
She moved her fingers and closed her eyelashes, looking like she was sleeping soundly.
Soon there was a scent of pine that reached the tip of my nose, very familiar, with a bit of cold wind.
He Yunchu could feel the visitor's eyes focused on his face.
After the cold air around him dissipated a little, the man raised his hand and gently brushed his forehead.
A little itchy.
——It’s Wei Siyun.
I can't remember when it started. Wei Siyun always came to her room in the middle of the night, took a look at her without disturbing anyone, and then rushed back to the palace before going to court.
The servants in the garden didn't seem to know, no one had ever mentioned it in front of her.
If He Yunchu hadn't slept so soundly, he probably wouldn't have known.
This man took a cautious look at himself. It was a long journey from the palace to the garden.
But he never disturbed himself and only made small intimate gestures.
This night is the same.
Wei Siyun finished combing He Yunchu's hair, tucked in the quilt, and looked at her through the candlestick for a while before planning to get up and leave.
After that night at the Liang Mansion, he had not been to the residence during the day.
First, because it’s close to the New Year’s Eve, it’s really hard to tell the difference during the day.
Secondly, I don't know if He Yunchu wants to see him. He obviously made He Yunchu unhappy that night.
There was silence between them, as they all seemed to be waiting.
Wei Siyun sighed softly before leaving, but when he stood up to leave, his sleeves were suddenly grabbed——
Looking back, He Yunchu didn't know when he woke up. His eyes were not sleepy, and he looked at him steadily.
"..."
Wei Siyun spoke first, his voice a little hoarse: "Did I wake you up?"
He Yunchu shook his head, but the hand holding his sleeve did not move.
"Are you thirsty?" Wei Siyun continued to guess: "I'll get you some water."
Pulling back his sleeves from He Yunchu's hand, Wei Siyun went to the table and poured some water, and then poured some more from the hot water simmering on the charcoal basin. He warmed the cup of water before returning to the bed.
He Yunchu sat up silently, took a sip of water from Wei Siyun's hand, and then turned his face away.
Wei Siyun put down the water, and silence returned between the two.
"Why do you always come here in the middle of the night?"
This time it was He Yunchu who spoke first.
Wei Siyun, who is usually aloof, showed a wry smile when He Yunchu asked him: "I'm afraid you are still angry and don't want to see me."
One of the two people was leaning on the bed, and the other was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing each other.
He Yunchu felt absurdly like an ordinary couple having a hot bed.
Then he thought that if Wei Siyun was an ordinary man wearing coarse clothes and working in the fields during the day, then he would definitely not be so well-dressed at night.
She imagined the scene of Wei Siyun wearing coarse clothes and covered in mud, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Wei Siyun was stunned.
He didn't know how long he hadn't seen He Yunchu smile like this.
There seemed to be no psychological burden at all, but it made him feel flustered: "...Why are you laughing?"
"I thought you were a common man doing menial work."
Wei Siyun also laughed: "Then you are the local lady from the landlord's family?"
He Yunchu didn't say who he was, but slowly leaned towards Wei Siyun and put himself on his shoulders.
There was disbelief in Wei Siyun's eyes. This chapter has been completed!