Chapter 747: 747
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Even the carving of the hundred children playing in spring was painted with a color like tea stains.
Several grey magpies fell on the ridge of the pavilion. Looking from a distance, Shen Baizhong could only see the dark shadows of several birds against the red and purple glow, pecking at each other with their beaks and fluttering their wings.
Shen Bozhong didn't know how long he had followed the servants of the Zhenguo princess's house until dusk came and the sheepskin lanterns under the corridor and veranda of the Zhenguo princess's house were lit one by one. Then he came to the door of baiqishan's study.
Several servants stood outside baiqishan's study, glowing with the bright lights.
Shen Bozhong was not invited in, so he had to stand outside the door and look inside. He always felt that this place... Had an inseparable relationship with his past.
Shen Bozhong stood in the courtyard... Looking through the open partition, he looked into the brightly lit study. There was a picture of cold plum hanging on the wall facing the door. Shen Bozhong felt inexplicably familiar and raised his feet to enter, but was stopped by the dedicated Bai servant.
He stood at the door and stared at the picture of Han Mei in the flickering lights.
"I can't give you this picture of Han Mei. Although it comes from the hand of brother Bai Zhong's wife, the picture of Han Mei... But I'm the wife of baiqishan! Brother Bai Zhong should ask for something! Otherwise... Brother Bai Zhong finally came to Dadu and stayed in Dadu for a few more days. I asked someone to arrange accommodation for you. Most of the family guards retired from the Bai family army. I'm sorry Let housekeeper Hao choose some people to accompany you around metropolis, or choose some fashionable jewelry for your wife. Count my account and let you take it back to your sister-in-law's wife. Brother Bai Zhong didn't come in vain. "
A kind-hearted young man suddenly appeared in Shen Bozhong's mind. He felt familiar, but he really couldn't remember who he was. He just felt that the meaning of respect came from his heart.
"It's the busy farming season. My wife is young and not good at handling the farmland. Yeniang is old again. I have to go back and help yeniang. Besides, I don't know if ruohai's little skin monkey has taught Qingzhu well for a few months this time..."
Shen Bozhong suddenly covered his heart and remembered that when he had said this sentence, he mentioned his wife's clumsy and happy state of mind.
Madam
He seems to have forgotten something very important, such as his wife.
"What's the difference between you and me? When did I care about my status? What if I'm much older? I don't care! You obviously like me. I dare to give up my glory and wealth for you. Why don't you dare to marry me?"
Shen Bozhong suddenly held the vermilion red column. He felt a splitting headache and heartache.
"Master!"
As soon as Shen Qingzhu entered the door, he saw Shen Bozhong holding the vermilion red column with pain on his face. The white servant on one side held Shen Bozhong and shouted for someone to bring a stool.
Shen Qingzhu couldn't hold his breath. He rushed to push away the servant holding Shen Bozhong. His eyes were red. He looked at Shen Bozhong, who was already covered with silver. Tears welled up: "master! Master, I'm Qingzhu!"
Shen Bozhong looked up and looked at Shen Qingzhu with his eyes covered with red blood. His forehead was full of thin sweat.
Shen Qingzhu, the big girl in front of him, coincides with the stubborn little girl who practiced sword in the snow when she was a child. Shen Bozhong's lips are watching.
Shen Qingzhu knelt down towards Shen Bozhong and cried like a child. His words were all sour and his nasal voice was thick: "master! Master, how did you look like this... How white your hair is! Master..."
Carrying Bai Qingyan's shoulder to the ground, Bai Qingyan stood up with Zhenming's hand and walked towards his father's study with a stove in one hand.
Shen Bozhong was at a loss. He didn't know whether to reach out to help Shen Qingzhu or turn around and leave immediately. His heart was in a mess.
"Master!" Shen Qingzhu walked up on his knees, hugged Shen Bozhong's waist and cried more and more sadly. "Qingzhu is sorry for master! Qingzhu can't take good care of her mother. She thought her master was gone... So... She went with her! It's Qingzhu who didn't see her mother. It's Qingzhu who's sorry for her master! She has the trust of her master!"
Hearing this, Shen Bozhong was like being struck by lightning suddenly. He covered his heart with one hand and his head with the other. His eyes were congested. His heart seemed to be stirred by countless sharp blades. He was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He immediately wanted to be angry.
Seeing this, Bai Qingyan shouted to the servant, "hold him!"
A smell of fishy sweetness rushed up his throat. Shen Bozhong suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes and fell back straight.
"Master!"
In the exclamation of Shen Qingzhu, Bai's servant helped Shen Bozhong, who nearly fell to the ground.
"Go and ask Miss Ji and the government doctor to come over! Come on!" Bai Qingyan turned and ordered Zhenming.
"Yes!" Zhenming runs away quickly.
"Help people into the side room first!" Bai Qingyan ordered.
Shen Qingzhu carried Shen Bozhong with him and went all the way into the side room, full of anxiety.
Bai Qingyan stood under the bright light in the corridor, holding the stove in his hands, looked at the darkening sky over Dadu, and asked the steward: "have the people in Zuo prime minister's house gone?"
"Go back to the big girl and wait outside..." the steward replied.
"Let the people of prime minister Zuo go back! Just say... I'll stay! Tell them to rest assured that I won't take the old man's life."
"Yes!" the steward answered and hurried out of the hospital.
After the doctor and Ji Langhua came, they took a pulse, prescribed medicine and gave a needle. Soon Shen Bozhong woke up, but his mind was still chaotic.
Shen Qingzhu, kneeling beside the bed, almost cried and told Shen Bozhong the whole story.
Shen Bozhong looked at the little girl with a cold face in his memory. At this time, he looked like a tearful face. He raised his hand and gently clasped it on the top of Shen Qingzhu's hair. The feeling of familiarity and kindness can't be fake.
He was not good at words and did not know how to appease the sad girl. He could only obey the softness at the bottom of his heart and raise his hand to wipe her tears.
Shen Qingzhu cried even more. She held Shen Bozhong's hand and cried for a long time... She didn't have her hair cut so lightly by her master. She didn't even defend her Shiniang for her master.
She couldn't even believe why Shifu became like this old man: "Shifu, do you remember? Do you remember?"
Shen Bozhong is confused.
"Green bamboo, let your master have a rest! For a while and a half, your master is afraid he can't remember." Bai Qingyan stood by the bed and looked at Shen Bozhong sitting at the head of the bed. "I'll tell the Li family to let your master stay in Bai's house for a while, and you'll stay in metropolis and take good care of your master."
Shen Qingzhu turned to Bai Qing and said, "thank you, big girl!"
"You..." Shen Bozhong looked at Bai Qingyan and said in a low voice with some uncertainty, "are you... Miss suqiu?"
Bai Qingyan held the hand of the stove tightly, looked as usual, and his eyes were calm: "I'm not."
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Even the carving of the hundred children playing in spring was painted with a color like tea stains.
Several grey magpies fell on the ridge of the pavilion. Looking from a distance, Shen Baizhong could only see the dark shadows of several birds against the red and purple glow, pecking at each other with their beaks and fluttering their wings.
Shen Bozhong didn't know how long he had followed the servants of the Zhenguo princess's house until dusk came and the sheepskin lanterns under the corridor and veranda of the Zhenguo princess's house were lit one by one. Then he came to the door of baiqishan's study.
Several servants stood outside baiqishan's study, glowing with the bright lights.
Shen Bozhong was not invited in, so he had to stand outside the door and look inside. He always felt that this place... Had an inseparable relationship with his past.
Shen Bozhong stood in the courtyard... Looking through the open partition, he looked into the brightly lit study. There was a picture of cold plum hanging on the wall facing the door. Shen Bozhong felt inexplicably familiar and raised his feet to enter, but was stopped by the dedicated Bai servant.
He stood at the door and stared at the picture of Han Mei in the flickering lights.
"I can't give you this picture of Han Mei. Although it comes from the hand of brother Bai Zhong's wife, the picture of Han Mei... But I'm the wife of baiqishan! Brother Bai Zhong should ask for something! Otherwise... Brother Bai Zhong finally came to Dadu and stayed in Dadu for a few more days. I asked someone to arrange accommodation for you. Most of the family guards retired from the Bai family army. I'm sorry Let housekeeper Hao choose some people to accompany you around metropolis, or choose some fashionable jewelry for your wife. Count my account and let you take it back to your sister-in-law's wife. Brother Bai Zhong didn't come in vain. "
A kind-hearted young man suddenly appeared in Shen Bozhong's mind. He felt familiar, but he really couldn't remember who he was. He just felt that the meaning of respect came from his heart.
"It's the busy farming season. My wife is young and not good at handling the farmland. Yeniang is old again. I have to go back and help yeniang. Besides, I don't know if ruohai's little skin monkey has taught Qingzhu well for a few months this time..."
Shen Bozhong suddenly covered his heart and remembered that when he had said this sentence, he mentioned his wife's clumsy and happy state of mind.
Madam
He seems to have forgotten something very important, such as his wife.
"What's the difference between you and me? When did I care about my status? What if I'm much older? I don't care! You obviously like me. I dare to give up my glory and wealth for you. Why don't you dare to marry me?"
Shen Bozhong suddenly held the vermilion red column. He felt a splitting headache and heartache.
"Master!"
As soon as Shen Qingzhu entered the door, he saw Shen Bozhong holding the vermilion red column with pain on his face. The white servant on one side held Shen Bozhong and shouted for someone to bring a stool.
Shen Qingzhu couldn't hold his breath. He rushed to push away the servant holding Shen Bozhong. His eyes were red. He looked at Shen Bozhong, who was already covered with silver. Tears welled up: "master! Master, I'm Qingzhu!"
Shen Bozhong looked up and looked at Shen Qingzhu with his eyes covered with red blood. His forehead was full of thin sweat.
Shen Qingzhu, the big girl in front of him, coincides with the stubborn little girl who practiced sword in the snow when she was a child. Shen Bozhong's lips are watching.
Shen Qingzhu knelt down towards Shen Bozhong and cried like a child. His words were all sour and his nasal voice was thick: "master! Master, how did you look like this... How white your hair is! Master..."
Carrying Bai Qingyan's shoulder to the ground, Bai Qingyan stood up with Zhenming's hand and walked towards his father's study with a stove in one hand.
Shen Bozhong was at a loss. He didn't know whether to reach out to help Shen Qingzhu or turn around and leave immediately. His heart was in a mess.
"Master!" Shen Qingzhu walked up on his knees, hugged Shen Bozhong's waist and cried more and more sadly. "Qingzhu is sorry for master! Qingzhu can't take good care of her mother. She thought her master was gone... So... She went with her! It's Qingzhu who didn't see her mother. It's Qingzhu who's sorry for her master! She has the trust of her master!"
Hearing this, Shen Bozhong was like being struck by lightning suddenly. He covered his heart with one hand and his head with the other. His eyes were congested. His heart seemed to be stirred by countless sharp blades. He was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He immediately wanted to be angry.
Seeing this, Bai Qingyan shouted to the servant, "hold him!"
A smell of fishy sweetness rushed up his throat. Shen Bozhong suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes and fell back straight.
"Master!"
In the exclamation of Shen Qingzhu, Bai's servant helped Shen Bozhong, who nearly fell to the ground.
"Go and ask Miss Ji and the government doctor to come over! Come on!" Bai Qingyan turned and ordered Zhenming.
"Yes!" Zhenming runs away quickly.
"Help people into the side room first!" Bai Qingyan ordered.
Shen Qingzhu carried Shen Bozhong with him and went all the way into the side room, full of anxiety.
Bai Qingyan stood under the bright light in the corridor, holding the stove in his hands, looked at the darkening sky over Dadu, and asked the steward: "have the people in Zuo prime minister's house gone?"
"Go back to the big girl and wait outside..." the steward replied.
"Let the people of prime minister Zuo go back! Just say... I'll stay! Tell them to rest assured that I won't take the old man's life."
"Yes!" the steward answered and hurried out of the hospital.
After the doctor and Ji Langhua came, they took a pulse, prescribed medicine and gave a needle. Soon Shen Bozhong woke up, but his mind was still chaotic.
Shen Qingzhu, kneeling beside the bed, almost cried and told Shen Bozhong the whole story.
Shen Bozhong looked at the little girl with a cold face in his memory. At this time, he looked like a tearful face. He raised his hand and gently clasped it on the top of Shen Qingzhu's hair. The feeling of familiarity and kindness can't be fake.
He was not good at words and did not know how to appease the sad girl. He could only obey the softness at the bottom of his heart and raise his hand to wipe her tears.
Shen Qingzhu cried even more. She held Shen Bozhong's hand and cried for a long time... She didn't have her hair cut so lightly by her master. She didn't even defend her Shiniang for her master.
She couldn't even believe why Shifu became like this old man: "Shifu, do you remember? Do you remember?"
Shen Bozhong is confused.
"Green bamboo, let your master have a rest! For a while and a half, your master is afraid he can't remember." Bai Qingyan stood by the bed and looked at Shen Bozhong sitting at the head of the bed. "I'll tell the Li family to let your master stay in Bai's house for a while, and you'll stay in metropolis and take good care of your master."
Shen Qingzhu turned to Bai Qing and said, "thank you, big girl!"
"You..." Shen Bozhong looked at Bai Qingyan and said in a low voice with some uncertainty, "are you... Miss suqiu?"
Bai Qingyan held the hand of the stove tightly, looked as usual, and his eyes were calm: "I'm not."
Even the carving of the hundred children playing in spring was painted with a color like tea stains.Several grey magpies fell on the ridge of the pavilion. Looking from a distance, Shen Baizhong could only see the dark shadows of several birds against the red and purple glow, pecking at each other with their beaks and fluttering their wings.Shen Bozhong didn't know how long he had followed the servants of the Zhenguo princess's house until dusk came and the sheepskin lanterns under the corridor and veranda of the Zhenguo princess's house were lit one by one. Then he came to the door of baiqishan's study.Several servants stood outside baiqishan's study, glowing with the bright lights.Shen Bozhong was not invited in, so he had to stand outside the door and look inside. He always felt that this place... Had an inseparable relationship with his past.Shen Bozhong stood in the courtyard... Looking through the open partition, he looked into the brightly lit study. There was a picture of cold plum hanging on the wall facing the door. Shen Bozhong felt inexplicably familiar and raised his feet to enter, but was stopped by the dedicated Bai servant.He stood at the door and stared at the picture of Han Mei in the flickering lights."I can't give you this picture of Han Mei. Although it comes from the hand of brother Bai Zhong's wife, the picture of Han Mei... But I'm the wife of baiqishan! Brother Bai Zhong should ask for something! Otherwise... Brother Bai Zhong finally came to Dadu and stayed in Dadu for a few more days. I asked someone to arrange accommodation for you. Most of the family guards retired from the Bai family army. I'm sorry Let housekeeper Hao choose some people to accompany you around metropolis, or choose some fashionable jewelry for your wife. Count my account and let you take it back to your sister-in-law's wife. Brother Bai Zhong didn't come in vain. "A kind-hearted young man suddenly appeared in Shen Bozhong's mind. He felt familiar, but he really couldn't remember who he was. He just felt that the meaning of respect came from his heart."It's the busy farming season. My wife is young and not good at handling the farmland. Yeniang is old again. I have to go back and help yeniang. Besides, I don't know if ruohai's little skin monkey has taught Qingzhu well for a few months this time..."Shen Bozhong suddenly covered his heart and remembered that when he had said this sentence, he mentioned his wife's clumsy and happy state of mind.MadamHe seems to have forgotten something very important, such as his wife."What's the difference between you and me? When did I care about my status? What if I'm much older? I don't care! You obviously like me. I dare to give up my glory and wealth for you. Why don't you dare to marry me?"Shen Bozhong suddenly held the vermilion red column. He felt a splitting headache and heartache."Master!"As soon as Shen Qingzhu entered the door, he saw Shen Bozhong holding the vermilion red column with pain on his face. The white servant on one side held Shen Bozhong and shouted for someone to bring a stool.Shen Qingzhu couldn't hold his breath. He rushed to push away the servant holding Shen Bozhong. His eyes were red. He looked at Shen Bozhong, who was already covered with silver. Tears welled up: "master! Master, I'm Qingzhu!"Shen Bozhong looked up and looked at Shen Qingzhu with his eyes covered with red blood. His forehead was full of thin sweat.Shen Qingzhu, the big girl in front of him, coincides with the stubborn little girl who practiced sword in the snow when she was a child. Shen Bozhong's lips are watching.Shen Qingzhu knelt down towards Shen Bozhong and cried like a child. His words were all sour and his nasal voice was thick: "master! Master, how did you look like this... How white your hair is! Master..."Carrying Bai Qingyan's shoulder to the ground, Bai Qingyan stood up with Zhenming's hand and walked towards his father's study with a stove in one hand.Shen Bozhong was at a loss. He didn't know whether to reach out to help Shen Qingzhu or turn around and leave immediately. His heart was in a mess."Master!" Shen Qingzhu walked up on his knees, hugged Shen Bozhong's waist and cried more and more sadly. "Qingzhu is sorry for master! Qingzhu can't take good care of her mother. She thought her master was gone... So... She went with her! It's Qingzhu who didn't see her mother. It's Qingzhu who's sorry for her master! She has the trust of her master!"Hearing this, Shen Bozhong was like being struck by lightning suddenly. He covered his heart with one hand and his head with the other. His eyes were congested. His heart seemed to be stirred by countless sharp blades. He was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He immediately wanted to be angry.Seeing this, Bai Qingyan shouted to the servant, "hold him!"A smell of fishy sweetness rushed up his throat. Shen Bozhong suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes and fell back straight."Master!"In the exclamation of Shen Qingzhu, Bai's servant helped Shen Bozhong, who nearly fell to the ground."Go and ask Miss Ji and the government doctor to come over! Come on!" Bai Qingyan turned and ordered Zhenming."Yes!" Zhenming runs away quickly."Help people into the side room first!" Bai Qingyan ordered.Shen Qingzhu carried Shen Bozhong with him and went all the way into the side room, full of anxiety.Bai Qingyan stood under the bright light in the corridor, holding the stove in his hands, looked at the darkening sky over Dadu, and asked the steward: "have the people in Zuo prime minister's house gone?""Go back to the big girl and wait outside..." the steward replied."Let the people of prime minister Zuo go back! Just say... I'll stay! Tell them to rest assured that I won't take the old man's life.""Yes!" the steward answered and hurried out of the hospital.After the doctor and Ji Langhua came, they took a pulse, prescribed medicine and gave a needle. Soon Shen Bozhong woke up, but his mind was still chaotic.Shen Qingzhu, kneeling beside the bed, almost cried and told Shen Bozhong the whole story.Shen Bozhong looked at the little girl with a cold face in his memory. At this time, he looked like a tearful face. He raised his hand and gently clasped it on the top of Shen Qingzhu's hair. The feeling of familiarity and kindness can't be fake.He was not good at words and did not know how to appease the sad girl. He could only obey the softness at the bottom of his heart and raise his hand to wipe her tears.Shen Qingzhu cried even more. She held Shen Bozhong's hand and cried for a long time... She didn't have her hair cut so lightly by her master. She didn't even defend her Shiniang for her master.She couldn't even believe why Shifu became like this old man: "Shifu, do you remember? Do you remember?"Shen Bozhong is confused."Green bamboo, let your master have a rest! For a while and a half, your master is afraid he can't remember." Bai Qingyan stood by the bed and looked at Shen Bozhong sitting at the head of the bed. "I'll tell the Li family to let your master stay in Bai's house for a while, and you'll stay in metropolis and take good care of your master."Shen Qingzhu turned to Bai Qing and said, "thank you, big girl!""You..." Shen Bozhong looked at Bai Qingyan and said in a low voice with some uncertainty, "are you... Miss suqiu?"Bai Qingyan held the hand of the stove tightly, looked as usual, and his eyes were calm: "I'm not."
