Chapter 42 What a pitiful cry
There are many ugly things about people and things. Cui Yun looked at Shen Wei. There was no trace of pity in his eyes. Immediately, he raised a distant smile, appearing more and more refined and rugged.
How pitiful you are crying.
The tear-stained face, the slender and white neck, and the hands that turned white because they were afraid that he would pull away, which set off the thin veins of the hands.
So pitiful that he wanted to destroy it.
"Mother."
She yelled vaguely, it was the despair of being abandoned.
Cui Yun decisively withdrew his sleeves.
The cloth embroidered with delicate dark patterns rubbed against each other suddenly, leaving a red mark on Shen Hua's palm. She was afraid of pain, but she knew to stop with sobs and sobs.
Ji He: "Take it easy!"
"With you like this, how could the admiral be willing to promise his daughter to you?"
"I'm not in Dali Temple all day long, but I just read those sage books. I have a promising future, but my temper is cold and hard. I only know how to be polite and self-sufficient. You are not as good as me in the world."
Ask Ji He to see that Cui Yun is hypocrisy now.
Replaced with the previous him, whether he was vicious or scheming, he expressed his joy and anger.
Yi Cui and Cheng's mother looked at each other in blank dismay, but they didn't dare to say anything.
Cui Yun smoothed the folds of the sleeves. It seems that even if the sky collapses and the earth collapses, it can be calm.
"The Seventh Prince scolded me. Cui should be cautious in his words and deeds."
As he spoke, he calmly took out the delicate and small jade bottle from his arms, and poured out a milky white pill.
"Give it to her."
Mother Cheng took it quickly, but didn't dare to feed it to Shen Wei: "This..."
It's really that Shen Wei's health is too bad, and she is afraid that the medicine will interfere with it, so she even has to ask the doctor and attendant about the food she puts in her mouth.
Cheng mother dare not feed indiscriminately.
Very few people disobeyed Cui Yun's orders.
Back then, an imperial edict came down, and Cui Yun appointed Dali Temple Minister, but most people in Dali Temple refused to accept it.
One: Cui Yun has not yet won the championship, and has no achievements. Even if the literary talent is brilliant, but Cui Yun can be mentioned, the world is talking about his father and brother being brave and good at fighting.
Secondly, Jiang Zhao, the second in command, has been the Shaoqing of Dali Temple for ten years. He was single-handedly promoted by the former Dali Temple Minister who had retired. It should also go up a liter. And Cui Yun, who was airborne, how can he convince the public?
Jiang Zhao even said: "How can you use it for a yellow-haired child?"
At that time, the opposition memorials were full of dragon cases. Even Ji He was sweating for Cui Yun.
As soon as Cui Yun took office, he was indeed rejected by Dali Temple. But he was not arrogant or impetuous, but he solved the nonsensical case that had been accumulated in Dali Temple for eight years without saying a word.
A sensation in the government and the public, how could this be a fluke?
Now, with Jiang Zhao taking the lead, those people in Dali Temple are even tamed by him.
Mother Cheng looked embarrassed, and Cui Yun never blamed her.
"This is Yangshen Pill. Take it with peace of mind."
Ji He: Is it the Yang Shen Pill that he knows? ? ?
Why is it hard for him to buy a medicine that is worth thousands of gold, but Cui Yun is as numerous as an ox hair?
How many treasures are hidden on your body?
Take it out earlier, wouldn't the current embarrassment be gone! !
Ji He almost lost his breath.
"You should give me more!"
——
Shen Hua's body was floating in the air. She stared blankly at the body on the couch, wanted to touch but found nothing.
Before she panicked, a thick darkness with a strong suction completely submerged her.
She was thrown out.
Turning his gaze, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
is a huge study room, full of volumes and walls filled with books.
"Master! There is a message from the mansion that the situation in Xuetuan is not very good."
Shen Hua followed the sound and floated across the bookshelf.
She hadn't seen the man's appearance clearly yet, only heard a 'click', and something heavy fell to the ground.
"What's not good?" The man said every word, his voice was full of uncontrollable anger.
This voice is very familiar, but also unfamiliar.
She couldn't believe it, and met the face of Cui Yun who belonged to Jiaojianyue.
That is, Qing lowered his head respectfully.
"Xuetuan has vomited once since you left. The poultry doctor said..."
He resisted the pressure: "It's because I fed too much food."
In terms of meals, Cui Yun has never borrowed from others.
But how big is the stomach of the little milk cat?
Cui Yun pursed her lips tightly and strode out.
Shen Hua only knew Cui Yun at the moment, and she hurriedly chased after her in panic.
Cui Yun walked very fast, but Shen Wei had no trouble catching up.
Hanging on the door plaque with the four characters of Yangling Houfu, it shines brightly in the light. Along the way, the girls on the street were all wearing spring shirt styles from several years ago.
It is hot summer.
Shen Hua didn't notice the slightest warmth, but shivered from the cold.
In the courtyard of the Hou Mansion, the carved and embroidered sills, the pool hall corridor, and the three ports of the bridge are magnificent, but Shen Wei didn't bother to watch the luxurious decorations at all, so she followed Cui Yun.
And Cui Yun is already late.
In the slump of the inner room, there is a finely carved inlaid bed. There are small **** of silk thread the size of a thumb chasing on the veil. The bell still hangs on the curtain hook.
The quilt was slightly raised, and Shen Hua took a closer look, and there was a little milk cat with snow-white fur lying there.
The body of the little milk cat is already stiff.
It died.
Cui Yun seems unable to accept this.
He sat down in the slump.
"Snowball."
No one answered him.
"Snowball."
No more clumsy, clumsy cats jumping at him with short legs.
Cui Yun closed his eyes, his face was solemn and ugly.
That unbearable grief made Shen Wei empathize with him at some point. She curled herself up uncomfortably.
And at this moment, Cui Yun moved.
He opened bottle after bottle of precious medicine with trembling fingertips.
There are milky white Yangshen Pills and Huihun Pills...
Like worthless money, one after another was stuffed into the milk cat's mouth.
Shen Wei watched carefully. Cui Yun's hands shook violently, as if she couldn't hold anything steady, but the movement of opening Xuetuan's mouth was extremely gentle, and she was afraid of disturbing it or hurting it.
"It's dead, it's hopeless."
Shen Wei knew that Cui Yun couldn't hear, but she still whispered.
"Don't waste any more pills, give Xuetuan a burial."
What responded to him was the man's increasingly cold face, and his tighter lips.
"Lady."
"The fever has subsided, why haven't you woke up yet?"
"My lady, my lady."
Someone is calling her.
Shen Hua turned around suddenly, and chased after the direction calling her.
At the same time, the person on the bed opened his eyes.
Yi Cui was overjoyed, and hurriedly yelled to Cheng's mother who was cooking the medicine: "My lady is awake. Get a cup of warm tea."
Shen Hua squeezed the quilt tightly.
Yi Cui's face was full of joy: "Master Hou's medicine is really effective. I used the Bihan Pill to save my wife, and this time the Yangshen Pill saved my wife."
"Young Master He said that Lord Hou is too stingy to give more. But the servants think that the medicine is probably very precious."
Shen Hua's thoughts were in a mess, but when she heard this, she nodded hurriedly.
"So it is."
After all, Cui Yun saved a cat without batting an eye.
Shen Hua: "I don't blame him, maybe the one you gave me is the last one."
(end of this chapter)