All the maids and servants in the garden rushed towards Jinghu Lake. Qingcheng followed the second lady and also ran in their direction.
On the shore of Jinghu Lake, Qingqing had been fished out, soaked to the skin, and lying flat on the ground without making a sound.
"Qing'er, why are you so stupid! Mom is just talking." The second lady ran over, picked up Qing Qing on the ground and held her in her arms, crying heartbreakingly.
Someone has already gone to call the doctor, and the remaining staff are all watching all this at a loss. With Qingqing as the center, the maids and servants are surrounded by water.
Someone came forward and wanted to carry Qingqing away, but the second lady refused to let go, so that person had no choice but to give up.
"Qing'er, talk!" The second lady shook Qingqing desperately. She turned around and shouted at the crowd: "Why isn't the doctor here yet?"
Someone in the crowd whispered and had already gone to invite him.
Qingcheng was anxious, pushed away the crowd of onlookers, squatted down and pulled Qingqing into the arms of the second lady: "Let me take a look."
When the second lady saw that it was Qingcheng, she hugged Qingqing tighter and glared at her fiercely: "Don't you think you've hurt her enough? If Qing'er dies, it was you who forced her to death."
"Er Niang, let me take a look. I definitely have no intention of harming her." Qingcheng said patiently and softly, and slowly stretched out his hand as he spoke.
When the second lady saw Qingcheng reaching out her hand, dragging Qingqing further away, like a hen guarding her chicks, she looked at her with resistance: "You are not allowed to touch her."
Qingcheng looked at her helplessly and turned to look at the path he came from. The doctor hadn't come yet. If the delay continued, Qingqing would definitely die.
He was cruel and slapped the second lady on the face: "If you don't let go, you will be the one who kills Qingqing, not me. If you want her to live, then let me see."
The second lady looked down at Qingqing in her arms for a moment, then looked up at Qingcheng, and slowly let go of her hand.
When Qingcheng saw it, he immediately dragged Qingqing out of her arms and laid her flat on the ground. He knelt on her side and felt her breathing with his hands. He could no longer feel it. He leaned down and listened to her heartbeat with his ears. It was already a little weak.
Qingcheng tilted her head back slightly, pinched her nose, leaned over and started artificial respiration.
There was a sound of breathing around, mixed with laughter. The second lady also exclaimed loudly, as if she was about to run over to stop Qingcheng, but someone held her back.
Breathing out and letting go, Qingcheng pressed her chest with his hands to help her breathe. After repeating this several times, Qingqing coughed a few times, spit out some water, and slowly opened her eyes.
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"Qing'er." With an exclamation, the second lady yelled, ran over and hugged her immediately.
Qingcheng stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took a few steps away: "It's no longer a serious problem. Let the doctor nurse him back to health and everything will be fine."
The second lady raised her head and looked at her, her eyes a little complicated, and there seemed to be a hint of gratitude in her eyes. Without saying anything, she lowered her head and went to take care of Qingqing in her arms.
"Thank you."
After exiting the crowd and preparing to leave, a warm voice penetrated into Qingcheng's ears. When he saw it, it was Qingze. He had become much calmer after not seeing him for a long time. But Qingcheng felt that his indifferent and gentle voice
The face has been covered with a thick layer of dust and has lost its original luster. There seems to be endless thoughts hidden in the bright eyes, as well as a hint of loneliness.
"I'll take you back!" Qingze said with a smile, like a spring breeze blowing through him.
"Yeah." Qingcheng nodded. Only when Yan Mansion was with him would he not be wary and be more open-minded.
"How are you?"
"How are you?"
Two people walking side by side greeted each other in unison.
They met each other face to face, with a hint of surprise, a hint of understanding, and finally they looked at each other and smiled, speechless.
Walking all the way with Qingze, at the corner of Lanyuan, Qingcheng saw the doctor who came in a hurry with Xiaosi, the general and the first lady in a slight hurry. Qingcheng felt cold: This is the so-called blood is thicker than blood.
The affection of water?
On the way down, Qingze said nothing and did not ask where Qingcheng had been these days.
Qingcheng opened his mouth a few times to say something, as if he had a thousand words to say. But when he turned around and met Qingze's eyes full of gentle smiles, he immediately muttered all the words, as if they were all unnecessary.
My own opening will only break the beauty in front of me.
When he slowly arrived at Lanyuan, Qingze said softly like a reminder: "We're here."
Qingcheng said "hmm" without saying anything and walked in.
Standing at the door of the room, Qingcheng looked back and shouted: "Second brother."
Qingze was still standing at the entrance of the courtyard, his eyes as warm as ever! He waved his hand and smiled, beckoning her to come in.
That night, Qingqing had woken up and sent someone to invite Qingcheng to come over, saying that he had something to say to her.
After several decisions, Qingcheng had no choice but to go with Butterfly because the wet nurse was worried.
Qingqing and his second wife lived in Tingtaoxuan, a large garden full of bamboos, with the sound of waves in the night breeze. It was really an elegant residence.
The maid who came to invite them took Qingcheng and the others all the way to Qingqing's room.
In the white gauze curtain, Qing Qing on the bed turned into a thin and blurry figure.
Gently opening the gauze curtain, Qingqing's face was a little pale. When he saw it was Qingcheng, he immediately started struggling.
Qingcheng took a step forward and quickly stopped: "Third sister is weak, just lie down."
"Qingcheng." Qingcheng called weakly.
As she spoke, Qingqing's breath became a little weak, and it seemed difficult to speak.
Qingcheng quickly asked the maid to bring a soft quilt and stuff it behind her, and helped her sit up diagonally. He looked into her eyes and said, "Third Sister, if you have anything to say, just say it!"
Qingqing glanced at Qingcheng gratefully: "Thank you for saving me. I'm sorry for everything my mother did to you."
"Third sister, those are not important anymore. I think you asked me here not just to thank me!"
Qingqing glanced at Qingcheng awkwardly, looking past Qingcheng and towards the girl in the room.
Qingcheng understood and immediately retreated from everyone in the room. Butterfly gave a low cry and the lady followed him out.
He turned around and smiled: "You can say it now!"
"Qingcheng, thank you. Thank you so much! Thank you for letting me marry Jingren." Qingqing said, looking slightly excited.
Looking at her, he was silent for a long time, and then Qingcheng said quietly: "But now he divorces you, don't you hate me? Marrying him, being divorced by him, everything is because of me, don't you hate me too?"
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Qingqing looked at her with a wry smile and shook his head, then smiled lightly again, his face filled with happiness: "I don't hate it, if it weren't for you, I think I would never have had the chance to worship Jingren and have his head lifted off by him.
One day. Although he has never touched me, as long as I can see him every day and be by his side quietly, I think I will be very satisfied."
"But now he doesn't even want to give me the right to see him or stay with him quietly. With a divorce letter, he asked me to return to the Yan Mansion. Maybe it would be better if I died." Qingqing said to herself
He said this eloquently. He suddenly sat up uncontrollably, grabbed Qingcheng's arms with all his strength, and his eyes seemed to carve her into her heart: "Qingcheng, I know that Young Master Jingren likes you. He's divorced.
I just want to marry you. But if you can let me stay with him, I will save you."
"I,,,,"
Qingqing didn't wait for her answer, cut off her words, and said to herself: "I have never been as brave as the eldest sister, the second sister, and Qingcheng. Whatever I want, I will fight for it. Qingqing has always believed that fate is fate.
, no matter how much you resist, it still cannot be changed. I like Jingren, from the first time I saw him. Maybe you know these sisters at Hua Chao Hui."
As she spoke, she blushed shyly and lowered her head: "I never thought much about it before, but by some strange combination of circumstances, my sister sent me into his bridal chamber. I thought that this life was just a luxury, and I also ignited the starlight.
Such a fire of hope. But,,,but because of you, he divorced me. Qingcheng, I know you don’t like him, you like the eldest prince, so please, let me stay."
Seeing that Qingcheng had been silent for a long time, Qingqing suddenly became anxious, waving her hands and saying, "Don't worry, I won't compete with you to be his wife. I'll be content as long as I stay by his side quietly, then
I'm afraid it's a concubine, no, no, a maid is fine, I just want to see him, and I won't fight with you." After saying this, she started to cry.
Looking at such Qingqing, ever since I had her memory in my mind, she has always been just like what she said, staying aloof from the world and listening to the fate of her. Even if she likes and likes Jingren, it is only in Hua Chao.
She tried her best to express herself once and for all, and no longer thought about anything else, nor did she have any extravagant hopes. The general married Qingcheng to Jingren, but she endured it, obeyed her father's arrangements, and planned everything for him, even if her lover's bride was not her.
Once upon a time, he had ignited the desire that she had always buried in her heart. Perhaps unwillingly, she humbly asked for her love from her lover's lover. But who can say that you don't have the courage? Who can say that she didn't fight for her own.
What about her happiness? How can anyone say that she has never resisted her fate? It’s just that she has done everything she can, including her dignity!
Qingqing looked worriedly at the silent Qingcheng in front of her, thinking that she just disagreed. Her heart was full of despair.
"Qingcheng, Er Niang, please, don't let Jingren kill Qing'er." I don't know when the second lady also came to the room. She must have heard their conversation! She ran to Qingcheng's side and dragged Qing'er.
Cheng's hand cried and said: "If you let Jingren die, how will you let Qing'er live in the future? You should do a good deed and save Qing'er. I will definitely repay you in the next life if I work like a cow or a horse!"
The second lady usually either beats or scolds Qingqing, but now it seems that she really loves Qingqing.
Qingqing's marriage to Jingren was also the result of his own cheating. Now that he is divorced by Jingren, it is only because he forced Jingren to remarry that it ended up like this. In the final analysis, Qingqinglun has fallen into this situation.
Yes, directly, they all have their own reasons. Maybe the one who hurt Qingqing, as the second lady said, is not herself, but who else?
Qingcheng looked at the mother and daughter who were holding him back from crying and felt sad in his heart: "I'll try my best, but I don't know if Jingren Tong agrees."
When the second lady and Qingqing saw what Qingcheng said, they immediately became happy and thanked her profusely, almost kneeling in front of her and kowtow to her.