Amidst the jolts, Lin Jingmo opened his eyes in pain, and everything he saw was pitch black...
She gently stroked the temporal point on her head. The wound that had not yet completely scabbed was still extremely painful: Where is this?
Feeling that she seemed to be moving, she tried to sit up, but was hit hard on the head. She lay down again and hurriedly groped in the dark, but she was surrounded by nailed wooden boards!
Realizing something was wrong, Lin Jingmo hurriedly twisted and knocked on the wooden board while shouting desperately: "Help..."
The coffin bearers saw that the coffin of the Vice Minister's wife seemed to be shaking violently, and there were waves of weak cries from women inside. They hurriedly put down the coffin and scattered in fear.
Lin Jingmo felt the wooden board stop and shouted even louder regardless of the pain on his head.
Seeing that the commotion in the coffin was getting louder and louder, one of them was used to carrying corpses and was bolder, so he came closer and listened carefully. It turned out that someone inside was calling for help!
He quickly shouted to the people around him: "No one is dead! Get a hammer and open the coffin!"
There was a clang, the coffin board was opened, and Lin Jingmo, wearing plain clothes inside, was seen again. She blocked the dazzling sunlight with her hands, squinted her eyes to look around, and suddenly fainted again...
When she woke up again, Lin Jingmo had returned to the Shang Mansion. She opened her eyes drowsily and vaguely saw a blurry figure.
She rubbed her eyes, and the man in front of her gradually became clearer. He looked extremely anxious, as if he was worried about something. His face was as clear as a sculpture, his eyebrows stained with ink flew into his temples, and his eyes were deep, bright, and tall.
The bridge of the nose and the tightly closed thin lips are so... beautiful!
Shang Shixu sat by the bed, stared at Lin Jingmo who was looking at him seriously, and asked tentatively: "Madam, are you awake?"
"What did you call me?" Lin Jingmo looked at Shang Shixian. He seemed to have a vague image, but he couldn't remember it. The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. He held his head with both hands and shouted: "It hurts!"<
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Lin Yuanzhi, who saw his daughter regaining consciousness at the bedside, hurriedly approached and said, "Don't be afraid, my son, Doctor Zhang will be here soon!"
Lin Jingmo looked at the skinny, white-haired old man in front of him with a straight back, frowned and asked, "What did you call me just now?"
"Mo'er." Lin Yuanzhi was a little surprised. He got closer to the candle and replied, "It's my father."
"Father?" Lin Jingmo shook his head: "I don't remember that I have a father."
Shang Shixu looked at Lin Jingmo, lowered his eyes and asked without thinking, "Does Madam still remember her husband?"
Lin Jingmo looked at him in surprise: "You call me madam? Am I your... madam?"
Shang Shixu and Lin Yuanzhi were wondering when word came outside that Dr. Zhang was here.
After checking Lin Jingmo's pulse and asking about Lin Yuanzhi's pulse, Dr. Zhang said to Lin Yuanzhi: "Reporting to Sir Shangshu, there are many acupuncture points on the human head, and the acupuncture points are connected to the blood vessels. Mrs. Shang lost too much blood and blocked her heart vessels, causing her to feign death. The coffin shook during the funeral.
, spread the congestion and blood from Mrs. Shang’s wound and save her life!”
Shang Shixu couldn't believe it, so he asked cautiously: "Then Madam, is she...well?"
Doctor Zhang replied: "Sir, please don't be anxious. My wife's health is no longer serious. However, there is still a blockage in her brain. For now, forget about the past. Once all the congestion in the brain is gone, you will naturally remember the past."
Lin Yuanzhi was overjoyed when he heard this and said: "It's good to save your life, it's good to save your life!"
After seeing off Dr. Zhang, Lin Yuanzhi and Shang Shixu entered the hall.
Lin Yuanzhi asked in confusion: "Xian son-in-law, how could Mo'er, a woman in deep boudoir, be stabbed in the room in the middle of the night?"
Shang Shixu was on guard for a long time. Lin Jingmo was a well-known evil woman in Beijing and naturally had many enemies.
He calmly replied: "The teacher knows Madam's temperament. It is inevitable that there will be a few people who hold grudges and seek revenge."
Lin Yuanzhi felt a little ashamed: "Mo'er's mother had a dystocia when giving birth to her and died of hemorrhage. I was busy with official duties and neglected to discipline her. It's my fault!"
Shang Shixu sneered in his heart, but nodded calmly on the surface.
Lin Yuanzhi continued: "No, no, Mo'er forgot who stabbed her. Now that she wakes up, your house is probably not safe yet. I want to take Mo'er back to the house to rest."
Shang Shixu was a little nervous when he heard this: If Lin Jingmo wakes up and tells Lin Yuanzhi the whole story, it will be all over.
He hurriedly said: "Don't!"
Lin Yuanzhi looked at him doubtfully.
However, Shang Shixu calmed down his expression and said instead: "Madam is too seriously injured. If there are any more bumps on the road, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to her, teacher."
Lin Yuanzhi thought about it rationally, nodded and said: "Then we need to strengthen the guards."
After that, he ordered a team of guards to guard the Shang Mansion, and ordered several servants to stay and take care of Lin Jingmo. When he left, he did not forget to tell Shang Shixu that the murderer must be caught.
Seeing that there were more eyes and ears in the mansion, Shang Shixu felt a little uneasy after Lin Yuanzhi left.
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Lin Jingmo has been recuperating in the mansion for more than half a month, and the wound is gradually scarring. The former maid Qiaoxiang was young and did not know the severity of the illness, so she did not know how to take care of patients. On the contrary, the mother-in-law left by the Lin Mansion, Mama Li, took care of her when Lin Jingmo was not out of the cabinet.
The person who serves her is the one who suits her best, so her daily life is taken care of by Mama Li.
It was late at night, and Lin Jingmo, who had lost her memory, was sitting on the edge of the bed, chewing the snow pears fed to her by her mother, while listening to her mother talk about some of her lost memories: "Our master is the most courageous in the court, and now he is
Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Bao Buqi will take office as Zhongshu Ling someday. The eldest girl is Her Royal Highness the Queen, with a distinguished status, and now she is pregnant with the little prince."
Lin Jingmo propped up his head, blinked innocently, chewed the pear in his mouth a few times, swallowed it, and said, "How does Mother Li know that the eldest sister is pregnant with a prince?"
Mother Li knocked on the curtain beside the bed and said, "Bah, bah, bah, how can you curse your own sister?" After that, she fed the cut pear into Lin Jingmo's mouth, and said to herself: "We are big.
If a girl is blessed with great fortune, she will surely win a man in one fell swoop!"
Lin Jingmo pouted, thought of something, and asked: "Mother Li, I heard Qiaoxiang said that she was newly bought into the house, and you moved in after I was injured. So where did all the people who served me before go?
Already?"
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Mother Li looked at her and didn't know how to answer. She said with a troubled face: "They did something wrong and offended the second girl, so they were kicked out."
Lin Jingmo tried hard to remember, but couldn't, so she asked, "What did they do wrong?"
"It's a mistake after all..." Mother Li looked at Lin Jingmo and seemed to have thought of something again, and said: "Second girl is now well, it's time to live with my uncle. You have been married for three years, and there is no movement in your stomach.
If we sleep in separate rooms like this, when will I be able to hold my grandson in my arms?"
"Ah?" Lin Jingmo was stunned when he heard this: "Uncle...is that the man I saw first when I woke up?"
He is very handsome, and he stayed by my side when I was in a coma. This affection...
Just as he was thinking about it, Lin Jingmo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and asked shyly: "Did we... live together before?"
Mother Li looked at her with a look of disdain, pressed her index fingers together, and said, "What are you talking about? Of course the husband and wife live in the same place. The second girl and her uncle are in a good relationship! The uncle was originally a prostitute, and he and his second wife
The girl fell in love with you at first sight, and asked the minister to marry you the day after she saw you. Now she is the Minister of Household Affairs and is highly valued by your majesty!"
Hearing this, Lin Jingmo became even more shy and put his head under the quilt.
Mother Li approached and pulled Lin Jingmo out.
Lin Jingmo asked curiously: "Then Mama Li, why doesn't my husband... live in the main courtyard with me?"
Mother Li was new to Shang Mansion and didn't know the reason. She lowered her head and thought about it and said, "It turns out that the second girl is recuperating and my uncle has moved to a side hospital to facilitate the processing of official documents. If he doesn't come, you can just go!"
After saying that, he picked up Lin Jingmo, who was only wearing middle coat, and pushed her out of the door. He didn't forget to throw her a soft pillow as he left.
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Lin Jingmo came to the side courtyard where Shang Shixu was. The night was very quiet. The moonlight was dimming in the quiet courtyard, and there was only an oil lamp in the study.
Thinking of the first time he met Shang Shixu that day, his handsome face and concerned eyes were still vivid in his mind. Lin Jingmo was thinking: How can he make it appear that he came here accidentally?
She tiptoed to the door, felt embarrassed, turned around and left, but turned back three times and stood upright in front of the door holding the soft pillow.
Just as Lin Jingmo was about to knock on the door, the door suddenly opened. She quickly retracted her hand and smiled at him awkwardly.
Shang Shixu squinted his eyes and looked at her: "Madam?"
Lin Jingmo looked at his carefully carved face and said shyly: "Husband..."
Shang Shixu raised his eyebrows and looked at her in surprise: "Husband?" He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment and said, "Madam... why did you come to your husband's study so late without resting? Could it be that... you remembered something?"<
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Lin Jingmo blushed after hearing this. After all, he heard that the two had a very good relationship in the past.
She said shyly: "Mother Li said... you and I used to live together, but we lived separately because my concubine was injured. Now that we are better, we should sleep... in the same place, otherwise
..."
"What else?" Shang Shixu frowned and looked at her defensively, full of confusion.
Lin Jingmo glanced at the sky and said at a very fast speed: "How else will my father be able to hold his grandson in his arms?" After saying this, he shyly covered his face with a pillow.
"Ha..." Shang Shixu was amused by her appearance.
Lin Jingmo really found the right person after listening to Mother Li's words. She was sent by the Lin Mansion to take care of Lin Jingmo after she fell ill. Naturally, she didn't know that the couple never slept together. She just saw the second girl and her uncle coming back occasionally.
We were just very affectionate when we were in the Lin Mansion.
Shang Shixu looked back at the documents in front of the case, thought for a moment and said: "I still have a lot of official matters to deal with. My wife has just recovered from a serious illness. She wears such thin clothes outside. It will be bad if she catches the cold again."
Although he said so, he had no intention of letting Lin Jingmo enter the house. He just wanted her to go back to sleep in his yard.
Lin Jingmo, however, misunderstood and thought that Shang Shixu was afraid that she would be cold when he let her into the room, so he hugged the pillow and walked into the room shyly.
Shang Shixu frowned. He never dreamed that Miss Lin Er, who was once aloof and did not take others seriously, would shamelessly walk into a man's room after he had clearly rejected her.
Lin Jingmo walked into the study and looked around, still feeling strange.
Where is the bed?
He had no choice but to sit down on the sofa next to the desk. He looked up and saw Shang Shixu's scrutinizing eyes, and stood up awkwardly.
She looked at Shang Shixu's desk and suddenly thought of something, so she threw down the pillow, walked to the desk and said, "Husband, you handle the official documents, how about I come and grind the ink for you."
Shang Shixu hurried to the case, carefully folded the opened folder, and said, "No need to bother Madam."
Lin Jingmo looked at him puzzled.
Shang Shixu said casually: "My husband means it's getting late, my wife has just recovered from a serious illness, and it's time to go to bed."
If Lin Jingmo was sent back to the main courtyard, the people left behind in the Lin Mansion would be suspicious after seeing it, so after much hesitation, Shang Shixu took Lin Jingmo into the inner room.
Lin Jingmo saw that there was only one quilt on the couch, and glanced at Shang Shixu cautiously and doubtfully.
Shang Shixu was not much better. Zheng was worried about how to explain it, but Lin Jingmo said: "It seems that our husband and wife had a very good relationship in the past. We always slept... on the same quilt?"
Shang Shixu followed her words and replied awkwardly: "Yes, after all, you and I are... loving..."
Basically, we have a bad relationship and have never slept together, so we only have one quilt.
After that, the two of them lay down on the bed and covered themselves with the same brocade quilt.
The two couples sleep together, but each has his own thoughts.
Lin Jingmo was so nervous that he didn't dare to move. He straightened up stiffly and looked at the top of the tent, turning around.
Shang Shixu looked at the scar on Lin Jingmo's head intentionally or unintentionally, and occasionally smelled the faint scent of jasmine on the tips of her hair, and inevitably recalled the scene when he stabbed her with a gold hairpin that night.
He was thinking in his mind: The account book is still in Lin Jingmo's hands. If one day she regains her memory, the consequences will be disastrous. In any case, she must be killed quietly. I'm sorry for Lin Jingmo. p>
Lin Jingmo could feel Shang Shixu's fiery eyes, and couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of his eye: He must be very pleased with me! Looking at me like this... will he suddenly pounce on me? He is extremely affectionate towards me.
Deep, I have forgotten the sweetness of the past, I am really sorry for Shang Shixu.
The two of them turned their backs to each other at the same time. They were covered with the same brocade quilt, but there seemed to be a Milky Way between them.