First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 38

Illness comes like a mountain.

For two days in a row, Du Rongzhi lived in a muddle.

She had many dreams, all about the past.

Sometimes I dream that in this room, Song Ziche suddenly breaks in. He drunkenly said a lot of rebellious things to her, and even pulled her to take her away. He held her so tightly that no matter how hard she tried to break free, she would break free. No opening... Everyone was alarmed, the master and servant stood on the ground, and everyone just looked at her like that, their eyes almost lingering on her...

Sometimes she went back to that secluded courtyard again. Although she had nothing, she still had a child in her stomach. She would talk to him every day, and sometimes even touch his little hands and feet. She knew he was comforting her. Tell her she doesn't have everything, she still has him...

But here comes Fu Jingrou... Her stomach hurts more and more, her limbs also hurt—it's like being held on top of charcoal fire, every struggle is suffering.She was crying and begging, but no one came to save her, her father and mother were gone, and he hated her too, so much that he didn't even want her child...

"Is the young lady still awake?" Zisu lightly brought in the tray, and the medicine bowl on the tray was still steaming.

Qing He shook her head helplessly, took the bowl off the tray, and stirred it gently in her hand.

Zisu moved a chair and sat down next to her, looked at the person on the bed, and said softly, "Young Madam...do you still feel wronged?"

Qing He is silent.

How could it be possible not to be wronged?

The person I liked so much in the past... Even if I got angry and said that I would take a concubine for him, I really don't get angry and complain in front of anyone, how can I not feel wronged in my heart?

Sometimes she would rather that the young lady was still as self-willed and indulgent as before.

Then maybe she won't feel so uncomfortable...

For a while in the room, only the spoons were stirring the soup, and the sound of porcelain colliding from time to time could be heard.

After a while, Zisu sighed, "Obviously the fever is gone, why don't you wake up...it's really worrying."

"Who says it's not?" Qing He was disappointed, "Even the imperial doctor can't explain why... I'm so angry."

Zi Su was silent for a while, looked at Du Rongzhi and said slowly, "You are so kind to Young Madam."

Because of the young lady's illness these past few days, even the aunt who just brought her in has been left out in the cold...

Qing He hummed casually, seeing that the soup in the bowl was almost cold, she said, "Help me to lift the young lady up."

Zi Su responded, and quickly stepped forward to help Du Rongzhi get up.

Her face was not as red as it was before, because she was a little pale after being ill for two days, and her cheeks were so thin that they were sunken, with a kind of morbid beauty... just looking at it makes people feel pity.

Zi Su put a few more pillows behind her to make her lean more comfortably. When everything was done, Qing He was about to feed Du Rongzhi the medicine, but the sound of greetings came from outside the house.

Song Zixun walked in.

The two quickly bowed down to salute.

Song Zixun had already lifted his robe and sat down beside the bed, "Still awake?"

Qing He nodded.

Song Zixun glanced at the decoction on the side, "Heal the medicine?"

"Yes."

"Bring it." Song Zixun stretched out his hand.

Qing He was taken aback, and hurriedly handed the medicine bowl to him.

Song Zixun scooped up a spoonful, approached it to test the temperature, and then carefully brought it to Du Rongzhi's mouth.

The girl's lips were tightly shut.

Although a servant has been moisturizing her with water, the originally delicate and pink lips are now like withered flowers, and they have long since lost half of their former color.

His heart softened... His movements became lighter and lighter.

Zi Su stood quietly by the side, occasionally glanced at the two people on the bed, then quickly lowered her head.

"Cough...cough cough..." Du Rongzhi coughed violently twice.

So sad!
She struggled to open her eyes, barely adapting to the light in front of her eyes... This is——

"Are you awake?" Song Zixun was overjoyed, and reached out to touch her cheek——

"Don't touch me!" Du Rongzhi yelled hoarsely, his not-so-clear eyes were full of resentment.

Song Zixun's eyes darkened, and he instantly became cold.

Qing He and Zi Su were also frightened, Qing He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Young Madam, you finally—"

"Go down and get some food for Young Madam." Song Zixun said coldly, his eyes fixed on Du Rongzhi, "Go all."

Qinghe gritted her teeth and wanted to say more, but was pulled down by Zisu beside her.

There were only two people left in the room.

Du Rongzhi has woken up from the trance just now——

What have you done yourself...

She bit her lips uneasily, and said cautiously in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry... I had a nightmare just now... No, I'm not talking about you." Like a child who has done something wrong, she stretched out her hand flatteringly to pull his robe.

"Just wake up." Song Zixun nodded, and took her into his arms nonchalantly, "What did you dream about?"

Du Rongzhi paused.

"It's just a very bad dream..." She curled her lips with difficulty, and instinctively wanted to look away—but he hooked her chin.

"Really?" He smiled, "Who is in the dream?"

He could clearly feel Du Rongzhi's body trembling in his arms.

He bowed his head and kissed her forehead tenderly, "Is there me?"

"I can't remember who I am..." She closed her eyes obediently, and grabbed the lapel of his chest, "I just remember that I have nothing... and I was so sad that I cried." The hoarse voice was erratic, as if The kite in his hand will break at any moment and fly away.

"Well," he finally let go of her chin, and turned to rubbing on her back, "Maybe you have worked too hard these days, take care of your illness, and don't think about anything else."

"Yes." She breathed a sigh of relief and responded softly.

Song Zixun's embrace was very comfortable, and the smoky blue hang silk robe was cool and slippery. She leaned against it quietly for a while, and felt drowsy again.

Song Zixun looked down at his wife's peaceful sleeping face, the expression in his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking...

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