Xie Ming

Xiao Jun rode back to his residence on horseback, then chased away the servants in the inner quarters to inquire about the east and west.

Knowing that both his wife and son were seriously ill, he carefully inquired about their condition to ascertain the truth.

He served Qiao Hongyu from the side, explaining the situation in detail, from its urgency to its severity.

Upon hearing the word "typhoid fever," Xiao Jingchuan raised his hand and lightly patted his leg, looking quite moved.

"Ugh"

“The year has been bad lately, and misfortune has befallen us. War and civil unrest are also rampant.”

"Tell me about the snow."

"Back then, when did Hangzhou ever experience such heavy snowfall?"

"The chill grows stronger with each passing day."

"If this continues, spring planting will be difficult, and it will truly become a matter of divine wrath and popular resentment."

His wife's illness brought with it a deep sorrow for the country and its people, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing this, Hongyu, that girl, probably didn't care about such thoughts. She glanced at them and changed the subject.

"Master, you're spouting such profound principles; I don't understand them."

"But we are a family that has accumulated good deeds."

"In my opinion, no matter what, we shouldn't be the ones to suffer first, right?"

"If you ask me, the sudden illness of the madam and young master this time is not typhoid fever at all?"

Xiao Wen raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by Qiao Hongyu's startling words and argument.

"Hmm?" He couldn't help but ask, trying to find out the reason.

Look, it seems that Hongyu has finally whetted Xiao Lang's appetite. She glanced at him with a hint of smugness.

"Hey, there's no such big deal to it."

"Look, it's like she's been possessed by an evil spirit."

"When the heat started, it was Brother Yan (Xiao Jingchuan's eldest son, named Chang Yan, Xiao Chang Yan) who was the first to get a fever."

"When I looked at him, I saw that the little fat boy's body was burning hot, like a hot coal."

"If it hadn't been for some kind of collision, how could it have suddenly caught fire like this?"

“I told my wife that we should at least offer sacrifices to the house god.”

"Ah, there's nothing I can do, the lady won't allow it."

"Yes, as a young lady from a wealthy family, she can't stand these low-class folk methods."

"But I'm just trying to do what's best for you, bro."

Unexpectedly, Hongyu started rambling about these unorthodox and unorthodox methods.

Upon hearing this, Xiao became impatient without saying a word.

However, the girl in front of him, though limited in her knowledge, was still concerned about his wife's safety.

Judging from his appearance, he must have been serving her patiently for days on end.

He couldn't bear it, but after weighing the pros and cons, he only said a few words to defend his wife in bed.

So he waved his hand repeatedly to cut off her words.

"Okay, okay, okay."

"That's definitely not what Xiao'e meant."

"Stop being so petty." Lord Xiao, wanting to avoid trouble, didn't want to waste his breath on this trivial matter.

But to everyone's dismay, Hongyu remained stubborn and refused to listen, continuing to persuade him relentlessly.

How am I petty?

"I wouldn't say that without Madam's permission."

“Hey, sir, I heard that the Wang family next door also had this plague two months ago.”

"I heard from the old woman in his household that he invited a young Taoist priest surnamed Pan, and with a packet of talisman water, he was completely cured."

"Listen to the strange god."

"At present, the illnesses of the madam and young master have been cured by medicine to about 70 or 80 percent."

"But, I'm afraid this matter isn't over yet."

“If the evil spirits are not completely eliminated, they will cause trouble again, and that will be terrible.”

"It is ultimately a major hidden danger."

"Give me some advice."

"No, I'll go right now and ask someone to invite that Taoist priest over."

"Also, let's drive away the evil spirits from our residence."

She spoke with great seriousness, clearly indicating that Hongyu had indeed planned things out.

However, upon hearing this, Xiao Lang was instantly enraged and could no longer contain himself, so he snapped at Hong Yu.

"Forget it, forget it, you'd better stop messing around."

"What evil spirits or ghosts?"

The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits.

"I don't believe in these things."

"Besides, what kind of scoundrels are these monks and Taoist priests? They're nothing but petty thieves and scoundrels." "I'm rarely home, so don't send any of your random people into the mansion, do you hear me?"

"If I happen to catch you like this, I won't let you off the hook!"

Stern-faced and harsh, making a mountain out of a molehill.

You should know that in those days, because of nuns, gossipy aunts and uncles would come up with all sorts of strange connections. These fake monks and Taoist priests caused quite a bit of trouble in the mansions of wealthy families.

Therefore, it was understandable that Xiao spoke so sternly to ensure the peace of the household.

However, it is clear that the speaker meant something, but the listener was oblivious.

With such considerations, how could Hongyu, a maid in the deep mansion, possibly understand the gravity of the situation?
It is naturally difficult to understand the intricacies of the matter at a short time.

"What's going on? Why are you coming at me?"

"It's up to Madam to make the decision. Why should I release anyone?"

"Your words are baseless and make me look bad," Hongyu said angrily, her heart turning cold.

Look, Xiao Jingchuan seems to be getting tired of it too, and he's too lazy to explain anymore.

A long sigh escaped his lips, a helpless expression.

"Xiao'e is too innocent and rarely has any ideas about big or small matters."

"Why won't you arrange things the way you want?"

"What? Am I wrong?" Xiao Gu grumbled.

After saying that, Hongyu turned her face away, fuming, and muttered something pretentious.

"Yes Yes Yes."

"How could you be wrong, sir? If anyone is wrong, it is all my fault."

"Good intentions are met with ingratitude."

"Why are monks and Taoist priests..."

“There’s an old bald guy sitting in the main hall. If he were even remotely competent, why would he bother coming here? Why would I have come up with this whole mess?”

His daughter continued to argue, refusing to back down.

After hearing this, Xiao frowned, finding it even more unpalatable.

"Hey, you..."

"Who is this master?"

"How dare you, a woman, interfere?!" she rebuked him to his face.

We couldn't see eye to eye; it was I who longed for my beloved's return.

However, after traveling so far to get home, they had already quarreled and argued again in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Hongyu gritted her teeth in hatred, speechless, her face contorted in a defiant manner.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and she was about to cry if she saw that she was about to be scolded again.

Seeing that he couldn't bear it, Xiao Lang softened his heart and decided it wasn't appropriate to scold him too harshly.

She then turned her face away, fixed her gaze on the doorway, and changed the subject.

"Alright, don't bring this up again."

"Where is the child?" she asked, inquiring about his son.

The red jade has no good color, and looks aggrieved.

"East Wing".

"Jingyi stayed up for several nights in a row."

"Go, the debts you owe are all yours."

Speaking only of Yan-ge'er, when the thought of Xu Jingyi in the Liu family came up, this girl was contrary to her usual meanness and jealousy.

If someone focuses solely on praising Jingyi, it's hard to believe they've truly developed a heart-to-heart connection with her.

As a result, Xiao Lang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, quite surprised, and turned his head to glance back.

From estrangement to unity.

If it could really go that way, it would be quite a story.

With a sudden change of heart, I unexpectedly remembered a trivial play.

It tells the story of the sisterhood within the household that blossomed from a misunderstanding.

They worshipped the flowers and the moon together, and although they each harbored their own secrets, they loved and cared for each other, becoming even closer than blood sisters.

Words spoken in unison are as fragrant as orchids.

Once Xiao Jingchuan understood this, he was delighted with the outcome and found it extremely wonderful.

Immediately, his mood improved considerably. Looking at Hongyu again, all the impatience and annoyance he had just felt vanished.

As he was leaving the east wing, he stood up, smiling without hesitation, and intentionally raised his hand to pinch Hongyu's pretty face.

Hongyu was still angry and could still hold her tongue and be petty.

Xiao Qiao ignored her and walked out of the house.

This scene is worthy of being the subject of a leisurely poem.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to meet a friend in life or death, and one's joys and sorrows are beyond words.

Only on three or five nights should the bright moon shine upon you and me. (End of Chapter)