After such a commotion in Shen's house, Mrs. Shen also ordered Shen Zhiyi to be grounded.
Fu Ling put a cloak on Shen Zhiyi. The wind coming in from the window was still a bit cool, so she closed the window and said, "Girl, be careful not to catch a cold."
Shen Zhiyi responded, put the book aside, got up and walked around the room. She was wearing a long autumn-colored dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, like a chrysanthemum swaying in the wind. She walked to the window, looked at the patter of rain outside the window, and listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the window. The irritability in her heart seemed to slowly dissipate with the sound of rain.
She spoke slowly: "Fu Ling, listen to the rain, it seems a little disturbing."
Fu Ling was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."
Shen Zhiyi smiled slightly. She stretched out her hand and felt the temperature of the rain, as if she could feel the temperature of the rain through the cold rain.
Shen Zhiyi sat in front of the desk, flipping through the military books in his hands. Her eyes were focused and bright, as if she wanted to carve every word into her mind. The pen in her hand quickly crossed the paper, leaving a string of dense and powerful handwriting, as if an invisible army was performing on the sand table.
If the young lady were a man, she would definitely be as good as the eldest young master...
Poria thought like this, and became more and more fascinated by the look of the young lady. The young lady seemed to be really different from before.
The door was pushed open, and Aunt Yue from the mansion walked in with a smile on her face. Holding some food in his hand, he said with a smile: "Girl, this is the peach blossom soup that the madam ordered to prepare for you. I specially sprinkled some peach blossoms on it. It looks more delicious. Girls always like good-looking ones, so give it a try." "
"Leave it there."
Shen Zhiyi did not raise his head, but responded lightly, the pen in his hand still flying on the paper.
The smile on Mother Yue's face was a little stiff, but she still kept her smile and put the tray in her hand on the table. She said softly: "Girl, this is specially prepared for you by the madam. You can eat as much as you like."
Shen Zhiyi did not raise her head, but just read the book intently, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
"Thank you, mama. The girl has something to do now, so there is no rush to eat."
Seeing this, Aunt Yue could only shake her head helplessly.
"I have been taken care of by my grandma since I came out of the palace. I have worked hard to take care of her for more than ten years."
Aunt Yue tilted her head slightly. She was just a servant. She was born to work hard. She had served in the Shen Mansion since she was a child, and she had watched Shen Zhiyi grow up. She looked at Shen Zhiyi, her eyes full of love and helplessness.
The little, delicate young lady she was back then has now grown into a talented and intelligent girl.
When she was a child, Shen Zhiyi always liked to follow her and call her "Mommy" sweetly. But now, that little figure has become so tall that it even makes her a little intimidated.
"When I was a child, my father and brother went to the battlefield, and my mother was not in the house during those days. There were always children scolding me as a motherless monster. Only my grandma protected me. I still remember that I had a high fever that year, and my grandmother did not Come and take a look at me. At that time, Mammy went to the palace to find Dr. Cen. Although I don’t know him, I have heard that he has a weird temper. I must have put in a lot of effort."
"Miss, it's all over." Mother Yue looked at Shen Zhiyi, her eyes full of love. She remembered that during that time, Shen Zhiyi was weak and had a high fever, and all the servants in the house avoided him. She was the only one who stayed by Shen Zhiyi's bed, taking care of him day and night.
She was running around the house alone, asking for help, and received all the looks and neglect. Shen Zhiyi was still young at that time, but she clearly remembered every detail in her heart.
"Mommy still remembers that I like peach blossom soup. I'm interested."
Aunt Yue's eyes were slightly moist. She smiled softly and said, "Anyway, I watched Miss grow up. Miss said this, but I'm really offending this old slave."
She thought of Shen Zhiyi when she was a child, that petite and cute little girl whose eyes lit up every time she saw peach blossom soup and she ate it with relish. At that time, Shen Zhiyi was innocent and full of curiosity and enthusiasm for everything. Now, although Shen Zhiyi has grown up, her preferences have not changed. This made her feel very happy, as if she had seen the shadow of Shen Zhiyi's childhood.
"Miss, drink some peach blossom soup. This taste was your favorite when you were a child." Mother Yue picked up a bowl of peach blossom soup and placed it in front of Shen Zhiyi.
Shen Zhiyi took the peach blossom soup and said, "It's a bit hot. I'll let it cool down before drinking it."
Aunt Yue closed the door, and the patter of rain outside the window gradually stopped. Shen Zhiyi turned sideways to check, has the rain stopped?
"Poria, fall down."
Aunt Yue also has a pair of children in the south of the city, and a lovely grandson. Because she offended a powerful man, she was framed for poisoning and was executed long ago before the truth could be found out.
Although Aunt Yue knew something had happened to her son, she was helpless.
Whenever it was quiet at night, she would always think of her son when he was a child, and her heart would be filled with guilt and pain. Now, her only hope is that her grandson will grow up healthy.
Mrs. Luo promised her that she would help her son clear his grievances in the future and give her a sum of money to allow their family to go abroad.
"Girl, I can't help you."
After all, he is the child he has grown up with, so he really can't bear to do it.
