So thirsty...
Shen Qingluan opened his eyes and looked at the tea on the bedside. His throat felt so dry that it felt like it was filled with sand.
"Not dead yet?"
A cold voice sounded. Shen Qingluan's fingers that were struggling to touch the cup froze, and he looked sideways at the door in disbelief.
The maid opened the door, and Jun Qian stood at the door with a sullen face, curtly saluting: "Greetings to mother."
Shen Qingluan wanted to stand up, but his arms went weak and hit the bed board hard, and he coughed heartbreakingly.
Jun Qian hurriedly covered her mouth and nose and took a few steps back, "It's just a normal illness, and it's delayed so late.
If I keep my filial piety for you for a year longer, wouldn’t it mean that I will miss my marriage and even my brother’s scientific examination? "
"Okay?"
Shen Qingluan felt an overwhelming pain in her heart, "I contracted the epidemic just to take care of you!"
She is the legitimate daughter of Fan Yang's Shen family. She married into the Jun family, a family of rough military commanders, and became her stepwife. She took care of the house and educated her stepsons and stepdaughters.
He raised his superficial and vain daughter Jun Qian to be known as a lady in the family, and used the Shen family's reputation among literati as a guarantee to hire a famous teacher for Jun Hongbai's legitimate son Jun Yuan. After several years of supervision, he finally passed the exam to become a scholar. .
Finally, the Jun family has a bright future with prosperous descendants and a clear family tradition.
But now, she was seriously ill because of Jun Qian, and her husband never showed up.
And the son and daughter she held in her hands only thought her death was untimely?
Shen Qingluan was already at the end of her strength, and hearing these heart-wrenching words was like the last trace of her life had been taken away from her.
His face became paler and paler, with his deep-set eyes showing no trace of his former beauty. He was even more terrifying than the dead man.
Jun Yuan was a little scared after all, so he pulled Jun Qian's sleeve and said, "Sister, please say goodbye. Let's go."
Shen Qingluan stared at him.
She thought of Jun Yuan, who had been naughty since he was a child because he was not disciplined by his own mother and was pampered by his elders.
In order to correct his temperament, she compiled those profound and difficult allusions from books into easy-to-understand booklets, and enlightened him bit by bit.
He studied late into the night, and she stayed with him until late at night, and then taught him into the young and promising scholar he is today.
Du Mianmian, who was behind him, also smiled: "Miss Qian and the young master, please leave first. I have served you madam for many years, and now it is up to me to serve you."
Jun Qian gave Shen Qingluan a hard look, spat in her mouth, turned around and left.
Du Mianmian covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and stepped in slowly.
Of course she was also afraid in her heart, but fear could not compare with the excitement of having her long-cherished wish come true.
"Madam snatched the position of the uncle's wife that day. After so many years of working hard, are you satisfied now?"
She pushed the tea cup beside Shen Qingluan's bed further away from her.
"My uncle will never love you, and Sister Qian and Brother Yuan will never regard you as their mother. In the future, I will take care of this big family for my wife."
The hand was as white as a fine lychee, which stung Shen Qingluan's eyes.
Shen Qingluan coughed violently again, and the corners of his eyes were vaguely watery.
She said in a hoarse voice: "You take my place? Don't forget that you are a concubine. Even if I die, there will be another woman as my wife. This position will never be your turn."
Du Mianmian's eyes showed a hint of joyful pride. She had been waiting for Shen Qingluan to say this for a long time.
She pretended to stroke her hair and said, "The old lady does disagree, but -"
Du Mianmian deliberately spoke in a long tone: "Sister Qian and Brother Yuan are begging me to help me straighten.
You know that the most important thing in his heart is my dead sister, and the second most important thing is these two children. When they opened their mouths, how could the uncle object? "
Shen Qingluan's fingers that were weakly clasped on the sheets suddenly grabbed hold, and her heart felt a sharp pain.
She knew what Du Mianmian said was right.
Jun Hongbai is a well-known infatuated person in the capital. After his ex-wife Du Wenniang died in childbirth with Jun Yuan, he did not marry a wife for eight years and devoted himself to cherishing the love between the two of them.
It wasn't until Jun Qian got older and needed someone to officiate the wedding that she had to marry a stepwife to get started.
If you just marry someone, it’s just a decoration!
Du Wenniang's spirit in heaven knew that Jun Hongbai was so affectionate and she deserved to die in peace.
But she, Shen Qingluan, was so innocent.
Du Mianmian seemed to think she wasn't in enough pain, so she smiled and said:
"Actually, Madam is not seriously ill. It's just that Sister Qian said that you are not satisfied with her marriage and may be causing trouble in secret. I feel sorry for Sister Qian, so I didn't let the doctor come over."
She lowered her voice and said, "Thank you, Madam, for your hard work and making a fortune with me. I will take good care of the Marquis's residence for Madam."
These words were like a bolt from the blue, and the breath that Shen Qingluan held in his chest finally dissipated.
It turns out to be so, it turns out to be so!
It turns out that she is just an old woman that Jun Hongbai married to take care of his children. Now that his children are grown up, they no longer need her. Her life is like that buzzing mosquito, which can be killed with a slap.
She worked hard all her life, but it turned out that she was just making wedding dresses for others!
It turns out that everyone in this house was happy to see her die!
Shen Qingluan vomited a mouthful of blood, his vision went dark, and he hit his head heavily on the golden nanmu bed, making a heavy knocking sound.
…
"Shen Qingluan, you are such a bitch, you actually embarrass Qian'er in public. Tutor Fan Yang Shen is like this, he can't even tolerate a little girl!"
A cold and disgusted voice sounded in his ears.
Shen Qingluan swayed for a moment and struggled to open her eyelids. The scene in front of her was so familiar that her eyes hurt.
The young version of Jun Qian pitifully wiped her tears and leaned in Jun Hongbai's arms, sobbing and saying:
"I just want to get close to Anyang County Lord. The County Lord is kind and likes me. Madam doesn't like to tell me in private. Why bother to embarrass me in front of everyone!"
Shen Qingluan looked sideways and saw Jun Hongbai's face was expressionless, and the disgust in his eyes was unconcealed.
Jun Qian looks 70% similar to his dead ex-wife Du Wenniang, especially her weak and complaining look, which is 90% similar to Du Wenniang.
As long as she puts on this look, Jun Hongbai will pluck all the stars in the sky for her.
Not to mention the black case against Shen Qingluan.
She will never forget this scene for the rest of her life.
She was reborn? Going back to the year when I was nineteen, it was the third year since I married into the Jun family in the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion.
Just because this year, Jun Hongbai carried Du Wenniang's sister Du Mianmian into the house to serve as a side room due to Jun Qian's harsh and unkind accusations against her.
He also handed over the mistress's middle child and the upbringing of her children into the hands of Du Mianmian, making her the laughing stock of the entire capital.
And it all started because Jun Qian accused Shen Qingluan of cutting off her ability to shine in ladies' social gatherings.
Everyone in the Jun family believed that she was sweet-faced and bitter-hearted, and deliberately made things difficult for her stepson and stepdaughter.
"I thought you were a virtuous person. It turns out that your motherly face was all just an act!"
Jun Hongbai's voice was bone-chillingly cold.
Shen Qingluan came to his senses and interrupted Jun Hongbai's indiscriminate accusations, "Anyang County Lord likes you? How did you know that?"
Jun Qian stopped sobbing and looked up at Shen Qingluan with a guilty conscience.
But seeing her face clearly, her guilt suddenly disappeared, and she suddenly became angry:
"The Princess of Anyang County likes poetry. She admired me very much when I recited the poem just now. Why did you interrupt me!"
Shen Qingluan's eyes were fixed on her face, "You recite poetry? Raise your head and look at the floating clouds in the northwest. Is the Ten Thousand Miles Sword of Yitian still long? Is it your poem?"
Jun Qian was stunned for a moment, then her voice trembled with anger, "Shen Qingluan, what do you mean!
I respect you as my father's wife and treat you respectfully on weekdays. What do you want to say? You want to say that I plagiarized poetry? "
At the end of her speech, she spoke every word with a threatening tone through gritted teeth.
Shen Qingluan felt sad in his heart.
In her previous life, she had always thought that Jun Qian was just childish. Even though she always resorted to some lame tricks that didn't get her on stage, Shen Qingluan was more tolerant.
He would even take the initiative to help her lie outside, just to protect the poor self-esteem of a girl who lost her mother.
But the kindness she thought she had may be just stupidity and weakness in Jun Qian's eyes.
She threatened Shen Qingluan with ease.
Shen Qingluan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear.
Despite Jun Hongbai's almost cannibalistic look, he said calmly and indifferently:
"Your original intention was to flatter Anyang County Lord, but unfortunately it fell on the horse's hooves.
Raising your head and forgetting the floating clouds in the northwest, the sword that relies on the sky and is still long is a poem describing the military generals' battles. Anyang County Lord admires literature and dislikes martial arts. If you recite this poem, she will only be displeased. "
Jun Qian's cheeks suddenly turned red.
Shen Qingluan did not directly accuse her of plagiarism, but secretly ridiculed her for being uneducated and showing off without even understanding the meaning of the poem. This disgraced Jun Qian even more than saying she plagiarized.
"Also, this poem was written by Mrs. Xin Wen in memory of her husband. If you read it in public, it will not only annoy the county master, but also make everyone laugh at you for being young and in love with your youth."
Shen Qingluan spoke calmly, but Jun Qian's cheeks throbbed as if she had been slapped, and she was almost overwhelmed by shame.
"you you……"
She hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't find anything to say to deny it, so she could only cover her face and groan, then threw herself into Jun Hongbai's arms.
"Uuuu, father... daughter, daughter doesn't want to live anymore..."
Jun Hongbai felt extremely distressed.
He looked up at Shen Qingluan, his eyes full of unabashed indifference:
"Shen Qingluan, Qian'er is just an eleven-year-old child now, how can you humiliate her with such ugly words.
You were able to express your love for youth at such a young age without even apologizing to Qian'er. "
Shen Qingluan looked at him and glanced around the inner room.
Everyone in the room was silent. Old Madam Lu pretended to take a nap. Feeling Shen Qingluan's gaze, her hand holding the beads tightened slightly.
Jun Qian's face flashed with satisfaction and gloating.
How many times had Jun Hongbai forced her to apologize regardless of right and wrong as long as Jun Qian squeezed out a few tears?
He had not thought about her at all. She was an elder who had done nothing wrong but had to be humble in front of the younger generation. What would the servants in the courtyard think of her? How would other noble ladies from the capital's aristocratic families laugh at the daughter of the Shen family.
Shen Qingluan's eyes became colder by the inch.
When she first got married, Shen Qingluan had desires.
Jun Hongbai was tall, mighty and handsome.
In addition, he had stayed with his deceased wife for many years, and he had a reputation for being affectionate in the capital.
She wanted to raise her two children happily, teach them to know right from wrong and know etiquette, and she wanted to get rid of the sadness that would never go away from Jun Hongbai's brows.
Therefore, in her previous life, Jun Qian almost embarrassed herself outside. When she returned home and became angry and blamed everything on her, she did not argue too much and silently memorized everything.
Just now...
Shen Qingluan met his eyes directly: "Dare you ask me, what did I do wrong? Or, what did I say wrong?"
Jun Hongbai was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth but no sound came out.
Shen Qingluan sneered in his heart when he saw this.
She wanted to ask this question in her previous life.
What did she do wrong?
She is the one who takes care of the house, she is the one who takes care of the evening meal, and she is the one who takes care of her daughter when she is sick.
But in exchange, they watched her die with exhaustion and cold eyes.
Until his death, Jun Hongbai did not show up.
Shen Qingluan's voice became colder and colder: "Eleven-year-old child? When I was eleven years old, the girl of the Shen family was already knowledgeable about books and etiquette. She was generous and capable of running a family and managing affairs. She was responsible for everything.
In the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, he was just a child. If anything went wrong for him, he would blame his auntie regardless of right or wrong, and he would hug his father and cry. The uncle doesn't discipline him, but he still favors and condones him.
Forgive me for saying this, but this is the reason why Sister Qian did such an unseemly thing today. "
These words were like a huge thunder, and the whole room was suddenly filled with deathly silence.
