First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 37 Ah Che, Don't

This was the first sentence she said at the banquet, and everyone couldn't help but look at it.

Song Zixun raised his eyebrows inquiringly.

Du Rongzhi was startled to slip his words, lowered his head and pressed the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then explained to Song Zixun with a smile, "I see my fourth brother drinking so much that his eyes are a little red... I'm afraid I'm going to get drunk if I drink any more." Song Ziche said with a smile, "Although today is your elder brother's happy event, don't bother drinking too much. If you are really drunk later, mother will blame us for not paying attention to you."

Song Zixun looked at her deeply, nodded and said, "That's right, just listen to your sister-in-law."

Song Ziche glanced at Du Rongzhi, his eyes darkened suddenly, he pushed away the wine cup indifferently, and complained, "If you don't drink, you don't drink, brother and sister-in-law are very mean!" He turned his head and joked with Song Ziye.

Du Rongzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Just treat it as her making a fuss out of a molehill...

But the look in Song Ziche's eyes just now was too familiar to her... and she was too scared.

Du Rongzhi rubbed between his brows weakly.

what can she do...

If Song Ziche continues to be obsessed with it... sooner or later, he will kill himself and her!
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Song Zixun was leaning on the head of the bed, casually flipping through the pages of the book in his hand.

There was a sound of messy footsteps outside the house, followed by the sound of the courtyard door opening...

He frowned.

It's so late, what is Du Shi going to do?What are you so anxious that you can't even wait for tomorrow?

He was thinking wildly in his mind when the door of the clean room opened with a "squeak".

Fu Jingrou was wearing pink pajamas, and Shi Shiran came out from it.

She had just taken a bath, and her little face, which had not been applied with makeup, was now rosy, and her eyes were shining like two puddles of water.

She stepped forward to pay respects, and said shyly and timidly, "Eldest young master, it's late at night... I will serve you to rest."

He let out a casual "um", and was about to put the book down——

"Boom!" The sound of a copper basin falling to the ground suddenly sounded outside.Immediately afterwards, the sound of flustered footsteps, the weeping of the girl, the reprimand of the nanny...all mixed together.

Song Zixun's expression froze. "I'll go out and have a look."

"Father-"

Song Zixun had already strode out.

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In the yard, Nanny An was covered in water, pointing at a little girl and angrily said, "In the past, you were a peace of mind...why are you acting like a flustered chicken now, you know how to make trouble!"

The little girl was clasped with a copper basin by her side, her skirt was also wet, she couldn't stop wiping her tears when she heard the words, and said aggrievedly, "Nurse, I, I didn't do it on purpose...Young Madam did that...I did too... in a hurry……"

"What's wrong, Young Madam?" Song Zixun strode over.

Nanny An was taken aback, and she didn't care about her appearance, so she saluted quickly and forced a smile, "Why did the young master come out?"

"Let me ask you, what's wrong with Young Madam?" Song Zixun asked again with a cold face.

"Young Madam..." Seeing that Nanny An was hesitating and unable to speak, Song Zixun stepped forward and was about to lift the curtain to enter the room, but was stopped by Nanny An.

"Eldest young master, young lady is not feeling well...don't let the sickness get on you."

Song Zixun was taken aback, "Sick? Didn't she feel well when she ate today?"

Before Mammy An could speak, Zisu in the room suddenly lifted the curtain and came out, anxiously saying, "Mammy, the young lady is burning even more—"

Seeing Song Zixun standing outside the house, Zisu paused, and was about to bow down to salute, but was pulled aside by Song Zixun and walked in directly.

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In the room, Qing He just changed a wet veil and put it on Du Rongzhi's forehead.

The girl on the bed had her eyes closed tightly, her palm-sized face had a sickly blush.

"What's going on?" Song Zixun asked calmly.

Nanny An and Zisu followed behind silently. Seeing that they couldn't hide it, they could only tell the truth, "Young Madam looked a little bad when she got up this morning, and the wind blew again in the water pavilion..." Nanny An Momo's eyes turned red as she said, "The slave girl originally said that she wanted to invite an imperial physician to come over to take a look, but the young lady thought that today is a good day for the master, and she was afraid that it would hurt you, so she just said to sleep..." Nanny An was so distressed that she shed tears, "By the time we find out, everyone will be burnt out..."

Song Zixun lifted his robe and sat down by the bed, reached out and touched Du Rongzhi's cheek...it was hot.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He looked at her intently and asked in a deep voice.

"Young Madam didn't ask to talk about it." Nanny An wiped away her tears, "If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't bear it anymore, I'm afraid even the imperial physician would have to wait until tomorrow..."

Song Zixun pursed his lips tightly.

No wonder she put so much powder on her face today... At that time, he only thought it looked ugly, but he didn't expect that she was sick.

Du Rongzhi vaguely felt something cool was applied to her cheeks, she grasped it greedily, subconsciously wanting to absorb more.

"Rong Zhi...Rong'er..." The man whispered in her ear, his thin lips scraping her cheek.

Rong'er...Du Rongzhi frowned, and began to struggle violently, but she was so burned that she had no strength at all...just twisting gently in his arms.

Song Zixun only thought that she was burnt out, so he quickly reached out and patted her on the back comfortingly, but he didn't want her to struggle more fiercely, and she was still talking nonsense, as if she was about to cry at any time.

Song Zixun frowned, leaned over and put his ear to her lips.

The girl's lips were already a little white due to the high fever, and the crying voice came to her ears one after another...

Song Zixun's eyes narrowed almost invisibly.

"Ache, don't..."

Archer.

Song Ziche.

(End of this chapter)