Qin Shuihan happily took Lin Yi back to the room where he was staying.
She finally recovered.
Lin Yi remembered everything.
It was Qin Shuihan who really saved her that day. She couldn't imagine what she would have suffered if he hadn't come.
Shen Dingjue, she must take revenge!
She recalled the scene where Qin Shuihan had always taken care of her. It turned out that he cared about her so much.
"King Han, thank you."
"It's my fault that made you suffer."
Qin Shuihan also recalled that scene and still felt heartbroken.
"King Han, can I stay in your house for a few more days?"
Qin Shuihan curled his lips and said dotingly: "Arrange it immediately. You can stay as long as you want."
"Can you please stay away from the medical center for the next few days... I want to take good care of Cuizhu. When she recovers a little bit... I'll do it right away..."
What a worried little woman, Qin Shuihan couldn't help but stroke her hair.
"The hospital has Doctor Ma and Doctor Jin, so don't worry."
Lin Yi suddenly remembered that he beat Ma Yong violently...
In the next few days, Lin Yi personally took care of Cuizhu every day. Looking at Cuizhu, who was pale and thin, she felt very unhappy. It's all his fault. If it weren't for him, how could Cuizhu have encountered all this.
She cooked the medicine herself and fed it to her one bite at a time.
The wounds on the body will heal slowly, but the wounds in the heart may take a lifetime to heal.
Lin Yi's guilt was written on her face.
"Miss... Cuizhu is fine... How can I let the lady serve me..."
Cuizhu was shy and still very weak.
Lin Yi looked at her distressedly, shook her head and said nothing, and continued to take the spoon and carefully put the medicine into Cuizhu's mouth.
Seeing Lin Yi's stubborn look, Cuizhu knew that he couldn't defeat her, so he drank the medicine obediently.
To Lin Yi, the two are sisters.
For Cuizhu, Lin Yi is her best master.
Lin Yi helped Cuizhu lie down. Seeing that she seemed to be asleep with her eyes closed, she tucked the quilt in for her and stepped out gently.
Hearing the slight sound of the door closing, Cuizhu immediately opened her eyes, and tears flowed out silently. She didn't dare to close her eyes. As soon as she closed her eyes, the events of that day were still vivid in her mind.
She was hopeless and had no love in her life.
"Miss, I hope to be your maid in the next life."
The next day.
Lin Yi was just about to prepare the medicine for Cuizhu when he saw a maid hurried over and knelt down in front of him with a plop.
"Miss Lin Er, Miss Cuizhu... Miss Cuizhu... committed suicide..."
What? !
Lin Yi stumbled, her legs softened and she almost fell down. Fortunately, she held on to the table in front of her with one hand.
For an instant, all the senses seemed to be at a standstill, and the world seemed unreal again.
so quiet!
There was no sound, no smell. It was as if I had been stuffed into a vacuum and transparent bag. I could see everything, but I couldn't move.
The maid saw that the medicine bag in her hand fell to the ground without realizing it, and she thought to herself, what's wrong, the prince will definitely ask herself when he comes back, what should I do?
"Miss Lin Er... don't scare this slave... Miss Lin Er..."
Lin Yi suddenly came back to her senses. She ignored the maid kneeling beside her and rushed towards the side room where Cuizhu lived like a madman.
Opening the door, I saw Cuizhu lying peacefully on the bed.
The little face was bloodless, and there was a hairpin stuck on the chest. The blood was so stained that it was impossible to tell the background color of the inner clothes.
The maids at the door knelt in a ball and bowed their heads in fear.
"You all, go down..."
The maids held their breath and carefully backed out.
Lin Yi knelt down beside the bed with an expressionless face. She brushed Cuizhu's hair. She really couldn't understand why the little girl who drank the medicinal soup obediently yesterday had no breath now! The slightly dried blood has turned dark red, making the blood less dazzling. The hairpin stuck straight out on her chest made Lin Yi's scalp tingle.
How much determination does it take to stab it! How painful it must be!
She collapsed to the ground and began to cry.
Qin Shuihan, who had finished his morning session, immediately rushed to the mansion happily.
Seeing his figure leaving in a hurry, Bai Qiran was extremely surprised. What big things has King Han been busy with these days?
Without his pressure, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Qin Yi sneered and caught up with him, whispering in his ear: "Brother Bai, are you not used to it these days? Don't worry, Fifth Brother is just busy these days, he will ask us in a few days The progress of Lou Li's matter. But Brother Bai, please behave well tomorrow."
Bai Qiran smiled bitterly, forgetting that there was a little fox lurking next to him, but that Lou Li was indeed not a thing.
I have seen corrupt officials, but never such a corrupt one!
But who is this adopted son of the Lin family named Shen Dingjue? Is it worth taking action yourself?
"Who is that Shen Dingjue?"
"It's not a thing, but it still has some value."
There was a hint of murderous intent in Qin Yi's eyes.
Bai Qiran frowned, wanting to support him and send him to southern Xinjiang in a big way. He went to such great lengths just to destroy him. He really couldn't understand the intentions of these two princes.
"What has King Han been busy with these days?"
"Life Events!"
Qin Yi shook his head and swept away the gloom in his eyes.
Qin Shuihan waved his riding whip with a happy face. He didn't know why he was so happy. When he thought of Lin Yi at home, he wanted to see her quickly.
But as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Butler Wu who greeted him with a sad look on his face.
"Your Majesty, something happened to the maid of Miss Lin's second lady."
Butler Wu is a smart man. He knows that the prince travels on horseback these days instead of using a carriage, all in order to meet the young lady from the Lin family in a hurry. I just didn't expect that the lady's maid suddenly committed suicide.
"What happened?"
Qin Shuihan frowned, his heart suddenly tightened, and he threw the reins to Butler Wu.
"Back to your lord, the maid of Miss Lin's second lady committed suicide!"
Qin Shuihan hummed, and without even having time to change out of his court clothes, he went straight to Cuizhu's side room.
He opened the door gently, and the room was filled with the strong smell of blood. He saw Lin Yi lying motionless beside the bed. He was suddenly afraid, afraid to see her being stimulated. He took a deep breath and strode forward to help her up. He held her shoulders and looked at her carefully.
Lin Yi's face was full of tears, and her tears had long since dried up. She did not avoid Qin Shuihan's eyes and stared at him blankly.
"Lin Yi..."
Qin Shuihan was very nervous, not knowing how she would react or whether she would recognize him.
"King Han, I want revenge! I must take revenge!"
Lin Yi's voice was as cold as ice to the bone.
Looking at her cold eyes, Qin Shuihan's heart moved. He didn't want her to be so strong, and he would help her get revenge.
"I have arranged that Shen Dingjue will go to Sui Mountain to quell the chaos in these two days, and I will never let him leave Sui Mountain alive!"
Qin Shuihan didn't hide it from her. He thought carefully about this move.
He has not married her yet, and he wants to protect her reputation, but he cannot let her return to the Lin Mansion if Shen Dingjue is still there.
There was a general who followed Qin Shuihan in the Sui Mountains. Shen Dingjue's military talisman was worthless in his eyes. If he kills him, he will be given a seal and a reward.
After all, he still has to take care of Lin Yi's identity as Miss Lin Mansion.
Lin Yi didn't understand what was going on at the border, but she believed in Qin Shuihan.
It doesn't matter where Sui Shan is, as long as he can kill Shen Dingjue!
"I want to go to Sui Shan too, and I want to kill him with my own hands!"
Although she had killed people before, she had never been like this before. Instead of being afraid, she had a very strong desire.
Qin Shuihan nodded. If she wanted to do it herself, then she would escort Shen Dingjue to the capital!
"Okay, I'll let you do it."
Lin Yi turned to look at Cuizhu. She wiped away Qin Shuihan's hand holding her, then knelt beside the bed and looked at Cuizhu quietly, as if saying her final farewell. Suddenly she pulled out the hairpin stuck in Cuizhu's chest. The blood had dried up and would no longer flow out.
Lin Yi wiped the hairpin with her sleeve and carefully put it into her arms.
"Can King Laohan bury Cuizhu?"
Lin Yi turned around and knelt at Qin Shuihan's feet, her thin waist straight like a young proud snow-green pine.
"No need for a funeral, just a good plot of land and a good coffin."
Her voice trembled slightly as she tried not to cry.
Looking at Lin Yi kneeling on the ground, Qin Shuihan couldn't help but frown. This was the first time she had knelt down in front of him in such a formal way. He would do anything for her, there really was no need for such a distant salute.
"Xuanfeng, get this done."
Qin Shuihan ordered at the door, knowing that Xuanfeng was waiting outside.
"My subordinates will do it immediately."
Xuanfeng stood at the door with his nod. He glanced at Lin Yi who was kneeling on the ground again, with a cold face and tight lips. The conversation in the room just now reached his ears word for word. Miss Lin Er was affectionate and righteous, soft on the outside but strong on the inside. She was really an unusual woman.
Such a woman, even a concubine, is completely worthy of her master.
Qin Shuihan sent Lin Yi back to his room. He saw her expressionless and silent along the way. He was very worried but didn't know how to comfort her.
Lin Yi felt his gaze and slowly raised her head.
"King Han, thank you. Please give me three days... Too many things have happened recently, and I want to sort out my thoughts. King Han... don't worry about me."
She turned her eyes and suddenly stopped, with determination in her eyes, and she looked at him quietly.
"Okay, you have a good rest these three days and I won't disturb you."
Qin Shuihan's clenched heart relaxed a little.
He respected her and gave her time to heal.
Back in the room, Lin Yi let herself be immersed in grief. She tried hard not to shed tears anymore, what's the use of crying!
Shen Dingjue! Drizzle with oil, scoop out the core, peel off the skin, what else?
Lin Yi searched her guts and could only think of these methods of torture.
She took out the hairpin that Cuizhu had committed suicide from her arms and wrapped it carefully.
That maid who really cared about me, followed behind her, smiled with crooked eyebrows and a bright face, just left, abandoned herself and left...
The tears burst instantly.
In the past three days, Qin Shuihan did not disturb Lin Yi. He could only learn about her condition from the maid's mouth.
I only had some porridge for three meals a day.
He was very distressed, but he said that he would only hold back and not see her if he gave her three days.
Over in Sui Mountain, his general Han Chengzhi flew a message and everything was ready. Thinking about the conversation between Bai Qiran and his father yesterday, he darkened his eyes, believing that his father would soon issue an edict to send Shen Dingjue to Sui Mountain.
Three days passed by in a flash, but Qin Shuihan lived like a year.
Today he did not go to the morning court, but came to Lin Yi's guest room early in the morning. I saw that she had lost a lot of weight, her eyes were darkened, and her pale face was still full of sadness.
Qin Shuihan sighed, he was indeed so haggard.
"Get ready, let's go to Chonghuan Mountain."
He paused and then said: "Bury Cuizhu."
On the way to Chonghuan Mountain, there was a faint smell of ginkgo, which was not pleasant.
When you open the corner of the curtain, the ground is golden, and the golden ginkgo leaves dance gracefully as the wheels roll over.
Looking at the autumn scenery outside the car, Lin Yi couldn't help but murmur to herself.
"Thinking of the ginkgo leaves falling on the ground, I brought the green bamboos with me to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Now they have fallen to the ground and no one is there anymore."
The car was filled with a touch of sadness. Qin Shuihan didn't know what to do. Looking at Lin Yi who had become silent, he thought to himself that this second Miss Lin was such a loving person that she would care so much about even a maid.
Yesterday, he ordered people to transport Cuizhu's body to Chonghuan Mountain and chose the best coffin, which was ebony that is rare for ordinary people.
The coffin lid had been nailed, only the last nail was left. He didn't want Lin Yi to be heartbroken again when she saw the maid lying in the coffin, leaving only the final coffin covering material for her to make a decision.
The journey to Chonghuan Mountain was a bit long. Lin Yi looked at the scenery outside the car and closed his eyes in a daze during the bumps along the way.
She was too sleepy.
In the past three days, as long as she closed her eyes, the image of Shen Dingjue pressing towards her would flood her mind.
The expression was so ferocious that she was so scared that she didn't dare to close her eyes.
I finally fell asleep, but in my dream a piece of white appeared, and a small dark red dot slowly spread out, gradually turning into a patch of different shades of red. Cuizhu committed suicide like this!
Qin Shuihan saw that she was confused, and slowly moved to her side, hugging her gently to prevent her head from hitting the railing due to the bumps of the carriage.
When he opened his eyes again, Lin Yi found that his head was leaning on Qin Shuihan's shoulder, and Qin Shuihan had been holding him sideways.
Lin Yi sat up straight suddenly.
When their eyes met, Lin Yi's pale little face turned red.
"Thank you…"
"There's still some distance to go, let's sleep a little longer."
As he spoke, Qin Shuihan naturally stretched out his big hand and hugged her again.
When did you start getting used to his hugs? Suddenly Lin Yi broke away from his arms and looked at him in shock.
"You...no, it's me...I'm rude..."
Qin Shuihan was also slightly startled. Ever since when he saw her, he wanted to hold her in his arms.
Both of them felt a little embarrassed. Lin Yi leaned against the car, opened the curtain and continued to look at the scenery outside.
Qin Shuihan lowered his eyes, held her little hand silently, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Lin Yi glanced at him from the corner of her eye, remained silent and let him pull her.
Her heart beat a little faster, but she enjoyed the warmth from his hands.
The carriage drove forward.
Somehow, as she approached the foot of Chonghuan Mountain, Lin Yi felt that the scenery seemed familiar, but she was very sure that she had never been there before, and it was impossible for her to be unimpressed from such a long distance.
Could it be the original person?
Lin Yi tried hard to search for the original memory, and seemed to be brought here by a woman with a beautiful face. The woman was like an orchid in the mountains, transcending the world of mortals.
My original mother!
Lin Yi was a little curious as to why her mother had brought her here, but the memory seemed vague, and she didn't think too much about things she couldn't figure out clearly.
There is a tomb at the foot of Chonghuan Mountain, and Cuizhu's tomb is in the middle of it.
The green smoke lingered around, and there were still scattered paper money.
Lin Yi curled her lips in loneliness.
Cuizhu loves to talk, like a chirping little sparrow. This place will not be lonely.
Looking at the group of gravekeepers beside the tomb, Lin Yi did not approach Cuizhu's coffin, but looked at the pile of coffin covering soil and uttered a sentence lightly.
"Seal the coffin."
Four or five tombkeepers skillfully inserted the nails, covered the last pile of soil, and worked together to build the shape of the tomb and erect the tombstone.
The setting sun gradually sets into the earth, and the rays of the setting sun shine on this new grave, making it look indescribably lonely.
The four characters "Cui Zhu's Tomb" on the tombstone are bright and clean.
But in Lin Yi's eyes, these words didn't seem to be engraved on a stone tablet, but as if they were engraved on his own heart, every word dripping with blood.
Qin Shuihan stood beside Lin Yi, watching the grave silently with her.
Finally, Lin Yi let out a long sigh.
"It's getting late, let's go back. We're going to trouble King Han today."
