When she was little, she was already feeling a little uncomfortable. What was even more embarrassing was that she was sitting in the bathtub. You can go out, but what should you do after you go out? The things she wanted to use were placed in the baggage, which was placed on Shen Chongming's carriage, which was parked in another yard.
At this moment, Zhou Yu'an finally understood why girls from wealthy families had to bring a maid with them when they went out. She had no maid and was trapped in the bathtub. There was someone outside the door, but she didn't know how to speak.
There was no movement in the house for a long time. Shen Chongming knocked twice on the wooden door: "Is the water cold?"
"No!" Zhou Yu'an grabbed his clothes and stood up. Before he spoke, his face turned red: "Can I hold the sword and help me get something for me?"
"The clothes are on the bed." Shen Chongming said with his back to the door, "Get dressed and I'll go in and pour some water."
"No, I'll pour the water myself." Zhou Yuan lowered his head, his face getting redder.
Shen Chongming was angry for no reason.
"Zhou Yu'an, how long do you want to keep inking?" He turned around and looked into the house through the crack in the door.
In rural areas, there are no screens when bathing, so the situation inside the house can be seen at a glance. When he looked, she was stepping out of the tub with her body half covered.
The posture was a little awkward, which made him feel nervous. Just as he was about to push the door open, his eyes fell on her ankles. A jade bell was tied with red thread. The jade bell moved slightly, which actually made his eyes dyed with a faint pink.
After suffocating his breath, he turned around and said to the room: "The food is getting cold."
"Shen Chongming, I'm in a bit of trouble." Zhou Yu'an tightened his legs and his face flushed: "What I want is not clothes, but the ones for the girl's family. In my baggage, you ask the sword to bring my baggage OK?"
The one the girl uses? Shen Chongming was startled and then understood.
"Wait, I'll come as soon as I go."
After taking two steps, he turned back and said through the wooden door: "It's cold in the room. Wrap yourself up in cotton clothes. I'll let the sword bearer go find a new bed."
Zhou Yuan pursed his lips and remained silent.
It was a small day and I was already feeling a little unwell. In addition, I caught the cold during the autopsy at the Earth Temple. This lunar eclipse was coming fiercely. She had only stood for a while before feeling unbearable abdominal pain. When Shen Chongming came back after taking the things, she was already wrapped in a quilt and huddled up in a ball.
Vaguely, she seemed to hear Shen Chongming calling her. She seemed to have agreed, but she seemed not to have agreed. She just groaned in discomfort.
She dreamed of that cemetery, where the rain formed a stream and washed down the newly piled grave soil, revealing the unpainted coffin inside. The coffin was thin and rattled from the rain.
It was dark inside the coffin, and the sound of rain woke up the little girl sleeping inside. She was very frightened and called mother in tears. No one answered, so she tried to get up, her small body imprisoned by the coffin. She panicked, beating and pushing him randomly, her face covered with snot and tears.
Perhaps God showed mercy, but as a bolt of lightning fell, the lid of the coffin broke, and she struggled to crawl out of the coffin.
Looking around blankly, I saw either barren graves or bones.
Opening her eyes suddenly, Zhou Yu'an met Shen Chongming's concerned eyes. She stared blankly. It wasn't until he put his hand on her forehead that she struggled out of the nightmare.
What he saw in front of him was no longer a farmhouse, but a very elegantly decorated room. Judging from the furnishings, it should be an inn. Through the closed window one could still hear the noisy shouting on the street.
"Dream?" Shen Chongming asked, never letting go of the remaining fear in her eyes: "What did you dream about?"
"An evil ghost that looks very scary." Zhou Yu'an smiled weakly: "Where is this? We..."
"Qingyang County!" After she sat up, he handed her the medicine bowl in her hand: "You fainted. There is no doctor in Xiaoyang Village."
"Then I-"
Zhou Yu'an bit his mouth, his cheeks turned red. She had changed her clothes, and her daughter's household items felt visibly tactile. Shen Chongming's fingers glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, making her feel uneasy.
"It's not me!" Seeing her thoughts, Shen Chongming turned sideways and said, "The aunt from Xiaoyang Village helped you get it. She also changed the clothes for you. I stayed outside the door and never came near."
Zhou Yu'an was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Shen Chongming say: "If you want, you can try it next time."
"Shen Chongming!" Zhou Yu'an put the medicine bowl aside, grabbed the quilt and covered his face, and a teasing laughter came from his ears. She became angry and exposed half of her eyes.
"Is it funny? Do you know..."
"I know, but you don't have to mind this kind of thing." Shen Chongming pulled down the quilt: "When a wife is unwell, a husband should be considerate. I never think this is something unspeakable. All men in the world are born of women, and only those who Only pedantic and incompetent people would make a fuss about this."
Shen Chongming straightened his expression: "I won't do it, not because I dislike it, but because I don't have the qualifications."
Zhou Yu'an didn't know why and looked at him strangely.
"That time at Qinglu, you and I didn't complete the wedding ceremony." Shen Chongming tugged on his sleeves: "It's time to stay here -"
"The matchmaker is marrying Shili Hongzhuang. You said it, I remember it." Zhou Yu'an quickly interrupted him: "How long have I been asleep? Do we have to return to Xiaoyang Village?"
"No need!" Shen Chongming helped her tuck in the quilt: "Zhi Jian will handle the matter in Xiaoyang Village. Once you recover, we will return to Suizhou immediately."
"Did the book boy confess? What was his motive for killing the county magistrate? Also, how did the villagers in Xiaoyang Village die? Twenty years ago, there were no book boys, right? I always feel that this matter is not simple."
Seeing Shen Chongming holding the bowl, Zhou Yuan panicked and grabbed his arm to stand up. Perhaps because she leaned forward, a throbbing pain came, which made her burst into tears. Not caring to finish her words, she clutched her stomach and fell on the bed.
"The doctor's medicine doesn't work? Shen Chongming frowned and put the pills aside: "I asked them to hire another doctor. "
"I'm the doctor." Zhou Yu'an bared his teeth and turned slightly pale: "That's medicine, not an elixir. It will take a while."
"How can I help you?" Shen Chongming sat beside the bed, knowing for the first time what it meant to be at a loss: "How did you survive in the past? Is it like this every time?"
"Occasionally, if it happens again and again, I might as well prepare a side poison for myself."
"Nonsense!" Shen Chongming covered her mouth: "I don't understand the woman's symptoms. When I return to Beijing, I will ask the imperial doctor. There are so many people in the palace, and there will always be people with the same symptoms as you."
"I do know a way to solve it once and for all." Zhou Yu'an curled up and looked at him with wet eyes: "Forget it, I'm still in pain. It will be fine in a couple of days."
Shen Chongming wanted to ask, but saw her expression was strange and held back his words. If it was an ordinary method, she would have said it long ago. If she didn't say it, she was afraid it would be some evil way.
The medicine gradually took effect and his eyelids became heavier. Zhou Yu'an huddled in the corner of the bed and remained motionless. Shen Chongming stood in front of the bed for a while, took off his shoes, and moved the huddled Zhou Yu'an into his arms. Seeing that there was still a look of pain between her eyebrows, he rubbed her gently with his hands.
Zhou Yu'an slept in a daze, only to feel someone lying next to him. Although he knew it was wrong, he still moved into his arms greedily. When he was young, he was timid. Whenever there was a thunderstorm, he would look for his mother to accompany him. At that time, she was just like she is today, curled up in her mother's arms.
The nightmare came again, but it was not as terrible as before. She stood under the apricot tree and shouted to her mother-in-law: "I want this one!"
