At the end of June in the third year of Chengyuan, Jiangling Mansion experienced its first heavy rain for a long time.
The sky was clear on the morning of June 29th. By noon, black clouds rolled in and covered the sky. Heavy rain fell like soybeans, and in the blink of an eye the world became chaotic.
People who had no time to run on the street were drenched, but no one complained but burst into laughter. The rain alleviated the drought, and also washed away people's accumulated fear caused by the Tengu swallowing the sun.
It rained until the early morning of the first day of July. The rain cleared and the clouds filled the courtyard. Mr. Li Fengchang, who was running in the courtyard, did not feel refreshed, nor did he have the intention to appreciate the beautiful scenery after the rain. He was panting from time to time because of his running, and his face turned pale.
whitish.
"Second Master, please slow down." The entourage around him trotted after him.
A group of people came to greet him, and several women were startled when they saw Li Fengchang looking like this.
"Hurry and help me, master."
"Master, slow down."
The strong servant women rushed forward and held Li Fengchang's arms from left to right.
Li Fengchang still rushed forward a few steps and shouted: "Don't stop me, how is Xian'er?"
The people who arrived surrounded him.
"Second brother, don't be anxious." A woman in her thirties said, "The eldest lady will be accompanied by her second sister-in-law."
Li Fengchang didn't relieve his anxiety at all. He took a few hard breaths and pushed the servants away.
"How many people are back?" He quickly ran inward again, "What happened? Is Xian'er injured?"
The women rushed to keep up, and the large crowd hindered Li Fengchang's running speed.
"Only Fang Er came back." The woman from before replied.
Li Fengchang didn't even know who Fang Er was.
"He drove the eldest lady." The woman added, "As for what happened... the eldest lady said it was nothing."
How could nothing happen!
He disappeared halfway and found the car smashed by rocks and the horses killed. Even if no body was found around, everyone guessed that the person was dead.
Half a month later, the person returned home without seeing anyone alive or dead.
If this means nothing happened, then it's really a damn thing.
There must be something going on! It was still an important matter that was difficult to talk about in front of others. Li Fengchang's face tightened and he quickened his pace as he entered a courtyard.
There were many people in the courtyard, servants, girls, young women and daughters-in-law, either sitting quietly or whispering in twos and threes. When they saw Li Fengchang shouting greetings, the quiet courtyard became lively, Li Fengchang waved his hands and ignored them and walked into the house.
A woman came into the room, dressed plainly and elegantly, over forty years old, but with a neat figure and a trace of anxiety on her face. This was Li Fengchang's wife, Zuo Shi.
"I received the news and rushed back overnight." Li Fengchang asked without greeting, "How is Xian'er?"
His eyes had already swept around the room. Except for Mr. Zuo and the two maids, he saw no one else. The door to the inner room was closed tightly.
Zuo didn't say much, and looked solemn: "Master, Xian'er must be injured."
The cars and horses were smashed to death, and the people disappeared, so he knew something must be wrong. Li Fengchang took a deep breath: "What did the doctor say?"
Zuo said, "I haven't seen the doctor yet."
It had been a day and a night since returning home. Li Fengchang's brows were raised, and Zuo Shi raised his finger to point at his face.
"It's my face that's hurt," she said.
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"Something must have happened to my face."
"Only injuries like this don't require calling a doctor."
"When we entered the door, all the girls and servants saw it, and the eldest lady had her head and face wrapped up."
"Grandma won't let me see it even if she comes."
"My speech and movements are very neat. Although I don't see anyone, I don't miss a meal."
Several girls sitting under the wisteria trellis in the yard were also talking, and the topic revolved around Li Minglou, the eldest daughter whose nickname was Xian'er, who returned yesterday.
Being able to eat and drink is sometimes a reflection of a person's state.
Thinking of the table of food that had just been brought in, a girl pressed her belly and said, "We were so worried that we couldn't sleep all night. We came here before dawn, and we didn't even care or have the mood to eat."
"The injury shouldn't be serious." Another girl agreed.
How will you be able to eat if you are seriously injured?
"But the injuries on the face cannot be judged as serious." A girl shook her head, "That's the face."
For a girl, even a mosquito bite scar on her face is a big deal. What kind of injury would it be to cover her head and face so that no one can see it?
"No wonder you're back." A girl murmured, "I can't marry the young master of the Xiang family like this."
A girl with a disfigured face cannot marry. No one wants to marry a wife who cannot look directly at her face.
This is the first thought that girls who need to get married have about this matter, but for Li Fengchang, he doesn't care about it.
After listening to Zuo's description of Li Minglou's behavior when he came back, he also confirmed that Li Minglou had no injuries on his body, except for his face.
It should have been injured by rocks. He had personally seen the scene of the accident. The carriage and horses were smashed. It was incredible that he could escape from it. It was normal to have injuries.
No matter what, it is a great joy to have a safe life.
Li Fengchang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Mr. Zuo, walked to the inner door and knocked gently: "Xian'er, it's always good to let the doctor take a look. The injuries on your face are not incurable."
From the moment Li Fengchang came in to talk to Mr. Zuo, the door to the inner room was always silent. No matter how big the room was, it was impossible not to hear what was said from outside.
At this time, Li Fengchang knocked on the door, but there was no longer silence inside.
"Thank you uncle." A female voice came, "I've already seen the doctor, so there's no need to look any further."
You don’t have to look for it anymore, it means you can’t see it any better.
Li Fengchang remained silent.
"There are many miracle doctors in the world." He said firmly, "You must give it a try."
"Uncle, you took the trouble." The female voice said, "It's just that I don't need it for the time being."
Li Fengchang wanted to say something, but Zuo pulled his sleeve and shook his head at him.
Although Li Fengchang was puzzled, he believed that his wife would stop and try to persuade her. The female voice in the room was calm and calm, which showed that her mood was stable and she was not out of her mind.
Zuo Shi winked at him again.
"Okay." He nodded, "Just come home safely. Nothing else matters. You have a good rest first."
"I know, uncle, don't worry." The female voice inside said.
"Then you rest. Your aunt and I will go back first. If anything happens, ask someone to call us." Li Fengchang said simply.
A female voice inside thanked her, and Zuo had already gone out first, asking everyone in the yard to retreat. After a period of noise and confusion, it became quiet, and Li Fengchang said a few more words and walked out from inside.
"Is it okay to just ignore her like this?" He frowned and whispered.
"It's not that we don't care. The injury on her face is brought to the doctors over and over again. It's a repeated injury to her." Zuo said, "Don't force her to collapse."
Women... Li Fengchang took a deep breath: "The sooner an injury is treated, the better."
Zuo Shi responded and said, "Don't worry, sir. We have sent people to search for famous doctors. Xian'er traveled for half a month before she came back. Let her take it easy first."
Li Fengchang nodded: "I don't know how much I have been offended in the past half month."
Let her take it easy first and ask some questions after two days.
The footsteps went away with a soft sound, and there was no one else inside and outside the courtyard except the girl and the servant who stood holding her breath.
The woman standing by the window of the inner room withdrew her gaze and looked at the mirror on the dressing table by the window.
The head and face in the mirror are still wrapped in black cloth, and the deep gaze shines through the gap.
She, Li Minglou, is back.
But instead of trekking for half a month, it took ten years.
Ten years.
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(Those who sneak into the village quietly to shoot are not welcome. Take your time when you first start, and everyone will put it away first.)