"Seventeen, what are you talking about?" she asked with a worried look on her face. She stretched out her hand to touch the plaster on Young Master Seventeen's face, and then asked the servant girl, "Why are you so sick when you are fine? What did the doctor say?"
The servant woman looked confused, as if she didn't know what to say.
Cheng Liuniang on the side laughed.
"Mom, the doctor said that Seventeenth Brother is lovesick!" She said, covering her mouth with a fan and looking at Young Master Seventeenth on the couch, "Brother, have you also passed by the lotus pond? What did you see?
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These words made the expressions of the servants and girls in the house change drastically.
The fact that Cheng Silang was inexplicably ill and frightened has become a mystery in the family. Although the doctor gave false and true explanations of the illness, for the women in the family, the final explanation was the ghost.
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You lose your soul when you see it, and you regain it when you are frightened.
The temperature in the house drops suddenly in summer.
"I don't want to live in the lotus pond anymore!" Cheng Qiniang screamed, turned around, picked up her skirt and ran out.
Cheng Liu Niang giggled and swayed.
"Liu Niang!" Mrs. Cheng shouted angrily.
Cheng Liu Niang hurriedly stopped laughing.
Mrs. Cheng looked around. Many servants and girls had strange expressions. Seeing her, they all scurried away, and she couldn't help but feel angry.
The fool was kicked out, but all the bad luck he had caused remained at home.
It’s been three years of bad luck!
"Everyone get out!" she shouted.
All the maids and servants in the house left, leaving only the maids and maids with the Seventeenth Young Master to take medicine.
"Aunt, I don't want to take these medicines, my medicines are not these." Young Master Seventeen said, waving his hand to drive away the girl who was giving the medicine.
Mrs. Cheng sighed with a bit of coaxing.
"My son, take this medicine first, and my aunt will find other medicines for you," she said.
"Then aunt, bring me the medicine I want first." Young Master Seventeen said.
"What?" Mrs. Cheng asked helplessly.
"Paint it." The Seventeenth Young Master sat up from the bed and said with bright eyes, "A portrait of Jiao Jiao'er."
"What Jiao Jiao'er?" Mrs. Cheng said with a frown.
"Aunt, Shiro painted a portrait of his second uncle's eldest daughter, the young lady." The Seventeenth Young Master said.
Mrs. Cheng was suddenly stunned.
What?
"What?" she asked, sitting upright suddenly.
The portrait of the sweet lady! The portrait of that fool!
In Cheng Silang's study, the two of them were walking around.
"No, no, you can't even hide it here." Cheng Silang said, taking the scroll off the door of the moon cave and saying with an anxious look.
"Master, Master, burn it." Chunlan said with a cry.
Yes, it is safest to burn it. No matter who says it, there is no proof.
but…
Cheng Silang looked down at the scroll in his hand.
"She is still alive, but I have disrespected her by painting her. If I burn her again, wouldn't it be a curse on her?" He raised his head again and said, holding the scroll tightly.
Chunlan stamps her feet.
"Sir, don't worry about this at this time," she said.
Just a fool.
Cheng Silang held the scroll in his hands without saying anything, and then handed the scroll to Chunlan.
"Take it and send it to Chang Ming and ask him to keep it for me." He said, "Tell him not to look at it, or else your robe will be cut off and your righteousness will be cut off."
Chunlan looked hesitant.
"Go quickly." Cheng Silang urged.
Chunlan responded, turned around holding the scroll and hurriedly walked out.
Cheng Silang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around when he saw Chunlan retreating again.
"You..." he shouted with a frown, stopping mid-sentence and looking at the door.
The two ladies in charge walked in step by step, and one of them reached out and grabbed the scroll from the pale-faced Chunlan's arms.
"Is this it?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she looked at Cheng Silang and smiled slightly, "Fourth Young Master, Madam, please come over."
The scroll was slowly opened by two servant girls.
A woman appeared in front of Mrs. Cheng's eyes.
Strange yet familiar.
It seemed like she was back to that night again. She followed Mr. Cheng and ran to the door. Then she saw the woman standing under the lamp and slowly raised the power barrier.
Under the flickering lamp, the woman's face was pale, her eyes were dull, and she was dressed in plain black, which was chilling to look at.
From that moment on, she looked away and refused to look at this woman again.
However, some memories cannot be erased even if you want to.
She was very familiar with this woman a long time ago. The woman's first cry came from her hands, and she was the first to hug her.
The footsteps were chaotic in my ears, and the woman's slightly shrill scream became clearer and clearer.
"Wu Niang, Wu Niang, push hard, push hard, the baby is about to come out..." She squeezed the woman's hand on the couch and said anxiously.
The young woman on the bed looked pale, and her whole body looked as if she had just been fished out of the water and was dripping wet.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, I can't do it anymore..." the young woman cried weakly.
"Don't say stupid things! Don't forget, your name is Ge Niang. Why can't you use a sharp weapon? Hurry up!" She held the young woman's hand and shouted.
"Come out!"
With this shout, the young woman exhausted all her strength and fainted.
"Madam, madam, this child is not crying."
There was a panic in the room. Those who went to serve the fainted woman were also panicking around the child.
She reached out and hugged the child, without wiping it off. The child was covered in a sheet, dirty and stained with blood, and had wrinkled, smooth, purple-white skin.
"Madam, fight." Wen Po shouted.
She shook her hand, grabbed the child's feet and hung him upside down, and hit him hard with the other hand.
A child's cry sounded like a cat meowing in the house.
In a blink of an eye, the room became quiet and warm, because during the confinement period, the curtains were hung down to cover the doors and windows, and the light was soft and dim.
"Sister-in-law, show me." The young woman lying on the bed looked weak but could not hide her smile.
She turned around and held a swaddle in her arms.
"Very well-behaved," she said, smiling and sitting down on her knees, placing the swaddling clothes on the couch.
Both women lowered their heads.
In the swaddling clothes, the little baby was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, his walnut-sized fists placed next to his ears.
"It's so ugly," the young woman said.
"What are you talking about! Our eldest sister is so ugly!" She said unhappily, and couldn't hide her smile as she stretched out her hand to gently rub the baby's face. "Our eldest sister is the most beautiful."
The baby's skin was smooth and she was sleeping soundly. She looked at it with joy in her heart.
"Don't be afraid. If you have a daughter, will you not have a son?" She lowered her head and whispered to the young woman, "Father is very happy. He has been in the study for several days and wants to name the eldest sister..."
The young woman smiled with a bit of joy and gratitude.
Incense was burning indoors, girls and servants occasionally walked by outside the tent, sisters-in-law whispered, babies slept peacefully, everything was so peaceful and peaceful until...
She lowered her head and looked at the swaddled baby. The baby slowly opened its eyes, with almost no black eyes visible.
Mrs. Cheng screamed.
The two servant girls in front of them were suddenly frightened and trembled, and the curlers in their hands made a clattering sound.
"Aunt, what's wrong?"
The male voice asked.
Mrs. Cheng put her hand on her chest and glanced around.
The doors and windows were wide open, letting in hot air. On both sides, the servants and girls were sitting on their knees. The two young men on the left and right looked at me, each with a complicated look on his face.
"Madam?" the servant asked in a low voice, "This painting..."
Mrs. Cheng stretched out her hand and patted the painting.
Why does this monster and scourge insist on haunting the Cheng family!
"aunt!"
"Mother!"
Two exclamations sounded in the room, but only one rushed towards him.
"Aunt! Don't dare waste it!" Young Master Seventeen shouted as he snatched the painting from the servant girl's hand.
Cheng Silang breathed a sigh of relief and knelt down to sit up.
No matter what, as long as the painting can be saved.
"What are you doing? Tear it up!" Mrs. Cheng shouted with raised eyebrows.
The Seventeenth Young Master is not afraid to laugh, there is no hint of illness.
"Aunt, it wouldn't be a pity to tear up a good painting." He said, "My nephew wants it, it belongs to my nephew, and my aunt can no longer make the decision."
Mrs. Cheng glared angrily and shouted for the maids to take it away. The maids lowered their heads and moved forward.
The Seventeenth Young Master has already put the scroll away.
"I can't control you, let your mother take you back." Mrs. Cheng said angrily.
The seventeenth young master then uttered two ouch and sat down on the ground, stroking his head.
"I'm sick, dizzy," he said.
Mrs. Cheng was startled and hurriedly looked at it, then urged people to send it back to her room. The Seventeenth Young Master was satisfied and was sent away with the painting in his arms.
Mrs. Cheng stood at the door and watched, her expression full of worry.
There were footsteps behind her, and Mrs. Cheng turned around.
Cheng Silang hurriedly stopped and lowered his head.
"You will be admitted next year." Mrs. Cheng said slowly, looking sideways at Cheng Silang, "I will ask your father to find a good academy for you. You, go out and study hard."
Cheng Silang lowered his head and responded. Chunlan, who was standing in the yard, looked pale, and tears could not help falling from her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Cheng Silang said.
He returned to the study with a somewhat relaxed expression and looked at Chunlan who was covering her face and sobbing.
"I think it's only a few days, so I'd better pack up the things I need to bring quickly." He smiled.
"Master..." Chunlan lowered her head, biting her lip and crying, "It's just a painting, why bother!"
Cheng Silang smiled.
"The paintings are all painstaking efforts." He said, and pondered for a moment, "People who have been born and raised to this day must be even more painstaking. Since it is hard work, I still hope that everything will go well."
Is that fool also working hard?
Chunlan looked sad, a little puzzled and a little sad, and said that fool, I wonder what happened to Brother Jin.
"Sir, my wife always loves you, but this time she is really angry." She choked.
"Mom won't embarrass me. I'm looking for an academy. The best one is of course Mr. Jiangzhou's. I will definitely ask my second uncle to write a letter and recommend me. I will go to the capital." Cheng Silang said, smiling at Chunlan.
"Don't worry, without the painting, maybe you can see the real person."
Chunlan couldn't help but look happy, that is, she could see her younger brother, but she was still melancholy immediately.
Studying abroad is naturally no better than studying at home. It requires hard work and simplicity. You can only bring a servant, but not a maid.
"Master, take good care of yourself outside." She choked and said.
Mrs. Cheng had tea in the room, but her chest was still feeling tight.
"Why hasn't the speaker come back yet?" she shouted, "I have something to do here. Let the uncle and the second master come over first. Don't quarrel with the Zhou family. Our own family matters are more important."
A servant girl hurriedly responded and went out to ask questions, and hurried in not long after.
"Madam, madam, the second master and the second wife have agreed to get married!" She knelt down and whispered eagerly.
Mrs. Cheng sneered.
"Agree to the Zhou family's marriage agreement? They are both stupid and wouldn't do it." She said with a bit of disdain.
"No," the servant girl knelt down and took a step forward, "The second master has made an engagement for that stupid... eldest lady!"
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