Shen Qingxuan sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the woman on the bed quietly, the woman only showed a sallow face, pale lips, and the heavy quilt pressed against her body, as if the quilt was just a thin piece of paper, flat, Can't see the human figure.

Shen Qingxuan knew that it wasn't like this before. The woman had a slender frame. Although she was a small body in her arms, she was fleshy, soft, and smelled of rouge. She once had one of his children.

Now, the child is gone. Although the woman hadn't breathed, she didn't know how long she could hold on.

The Shen family felt that she couldn't last tonight. It's just that he is young and his body has always been strong, so he has survived until now.

It's almost exhausted.

Shen Qingxuan looked at it for a while, then stretched out the tightly clasped hand in his sleeve, a smashed black ink ingot in his palm, black with purple, extremely precious. Without thinking, Shen Qingxuan threw the ink ingot that had been collected for many years into the charcoal brazier that was burning frantically.

The hundred-year-old ink ingot was made by the ink-making masters of the previous dynasties. Its material selection is extremely strict and picky, and it contains various rare medicinal materials in the world, such as pearl powder, Dangui, ginseng, Poria, Ganoderma lucidum, etc., etc. Ink can be written for a hundred years without fading at all. Because the material is precious, a piece the size of a fingernail is also worth a thousand gold. This kind of ink can be used for writing, and it can also be used for life.

Shen Qingxuan took the tongs, picked up the burnt ink, put it in a small bowl, took the hot wine, poured it over, turned it into soup with the silver soup, asked someone to help Xiao Tao, and gave her the ink wine by himself. poured in.

In the time of a stick of incense, Xiaotao's cold body, which was covered in cold sweat, has improved. The temperature of the charcoal brazier finally has an effect on her. Xiaotao's body is warmed up, her breathing is more even, and she is no longer weak.

Shen Qingxuan took care of him and stayed there for a while before leaving the small peach house and returning to his Nanmu small building.

The Shen family all knew that Shen Qingxuan had two ink ingots in his hand, one of which was extremely precious, the thickness of two fingers, engraved in running script and accompanied by ink bamboo. There is no such ink in the market today. But told him to be broken because of a concubine, melted the soup, and fed it to Xiao Tao. It was more than ten years ago, and Master Shen bought it with a lot of Snowflake Silver and a land deed.

Last time, Young Master Shen was seriously ill, and the last time the snake venom entered his gut, he was not willing to use it. Why, for a concubine now?

All kinds of discussions, like the snowflakes that have fallen this winter, have been floating away.

"Xiao Tao can't be favored? - Who believes?!" "Concubine? I'm afraid even the wife doesn't have such kindness?" "Yes. After all, Xiao Tao has served behind the young master for so many years, and it will be better for Miss Wang to marry in the future." "That's right, I got a man in one fell swoop, although it's gone. In the future, there may still be groups of sons and daughters."  …

Shen Qingxuan didn't care about other people's comments, but the Shen family mistress couldn't care less. Mother Shen looked for Shen Qingxuan once. Although she didn't say it directly, Shen Qingxuan understood the meaning of what she said: she was just a concubine and a maid. You treat her too dearly, and the poor can't bear it.

Shen Qingxuan was noncommittal, nodding and obeying.

So Xiao Tao woke up, could eat soup, and walked around. Shen Qingxuan never went to see it again.

Immon came that day, took him in his arms, healed his wounds, and left again.

Shen Qingxuan knew that Yimo had something to do, so he didn't leave him. After all, the pungent and bloody smell emanating from Yimo's body was too strong, even a fool could tell that Yimo had withdrawn halfway through the battle. Demon things, demon things, Shen Qingxuan understands that he is just a little mortal, he doesn't understand and can't control it. As long as Yimo was never injured and the blood was not his, Shen Qingxuan would not take all this to heart.

Yimo said that he would come back to him when things were done.

Shen Qingxuan agreed.

In a blink of an eye, it's another half a month, this year Ruixue, on the way out of the garden where the snow was cleared, Shen Qingxuan sat on a wheelbarrow and was pushed by a servant to Xiao Tao's yard. On the way, he watched the corners on both sides of the road, those children with innocence. The little snowmen built by the maidservants who are still alive, one by one, with round eyes made of charcoal wood, noses made of radishes, and branches sticking on their heads, squatting under the courtyard wall in rows, vivid and childish.

There are three or four charcoal pots in the small peach room, and the charcoal fire is burning brightly, and the house is warm like spring.

Xiao Tao has a small birth, and she is not allowed to go to the ground, and rests on her pillow. The smell of charcoal fire and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine mixed together in the house, and it felt a little quiet and warm.

Shen Qingxuan waved the maids back and told them to play in the snow in the courtyard. The maids were very happy and trotted out the door all the way. Shen Qingxuan then approached the bed, opened the soft tent, and called out Xiao Tao.

Xiao Tao seemed to be sleeping, but she was dozing. At first she didn't hear it clearly, but later she heard a man calling her, and she felt a little stunned, thinking about where the little servant Meng Lang came from, so she didn't know the rules and dared to break into her boudoir. Go out, how can she live? ! He opened his eyes suddenly, but it was Shen Qingxuan. He was stunned and called out in disbelief, "Young master?"

Shen Qingxuan smiled and said "um", looking at those round eyes that were extremely shocked, and asked, "How is your body?"

Xiao Tao was still stunned, looking at that face and subconsciously answering: "It's much better," she suddenly came back to her senses, "Young Master, can you speak?!"

Shen Qingxuan stretched out his hand to cover her lips, "Shh".

Xiao Tao looked at him stupidly, and it took a while to wake up and nodded quickly.

"It's been a few months since I recovered my voice." Shen Qingxuan said, raising his eyes still warm, but he said something in his words: "It's not the time to tell you. Understand?"

Xiao Tao thought that no one in the family knew about it for the past few months, and she hadn't listened to the maids talking about it in the past two days. She immediately understood what Shen Qingxuan meant. He only told her and never told anyone else, so she naturally couldn't leak the news. Nodding quickly.

Shen Qingxuan was a little surprised by her intelligence. Feeling regretful in my heart, I watched her for a while before sighing, "I probably shouldn't have married you in the first place."

Xiao Tao's face turned pale, "Master?"

Shen Qingxuan shook his head and said in a low voice, "In those days your uncle would sell you to my house. He contracted tuberculosis two years ago and was already dead. Your aunt was a shrew again, and her life was so poor that she couldn't tolerate much more of your mouth. Originally, I thought that you have no father, no mother, and no one to rely on. Even if you let you go out, your life may not be better than it is now. Although I can't give you a good name, I can also give you a good meal. Being a servant, no matter how bad it is, is better than living in the wind and sleeping outside... That's why I promised my mother to bring you into the room. In the future, you will have children under your knees, and you will also rely on the government, and you will not suffer in your life - it counts as so many years. , you didn't serve me in vain."

Xiao Tao's eyes were red, thinking of the sad things, she was speechless, she just lowered her head and whispered: "Master."

"I know you are smart. Since you became a mother, you have acted more cautiously, and you will never fall in the snow for no reason." Shen Qingxuan looked at her, looked away, and said again. : "I think no one will harm you when you come to this mansion. It's probably because you used to be the maid's companion who came to play with you. Seeing that you are more noble than her, I feel injustice and push me, but I didn't expect to harm you You are so heavy."

Xiao Tao's hidden things in his heart were actually caught in his understatement, and his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know what to say. She was also a girl before, and the girls were together, and they used to have no scruples about laughing and playing. Now that she is an aunt, she is much lonely. It was rare to find a companion, so she naturally agreed to be stubborn together. In addition, it snowed heavily, and she became a little crazy when building a snowman. The companion pushed her hard, but she was unintentional, but because the snow was too slippery, she fell heavily. fall.

Xiao Tao knew that she was still playing with the maids as a concubine. She lost her dignity, and she felt guilty. In addition, she lost her child and almost died. She just wished she would never talk about it again.

But let Shen Qingxuan, who was silent in the past, say it in one sentence.

Xiao Tao couldn't tell whether the girl who pushed her was intentional or unintentional.

Shen Qingxuan was still looking at her, and although his eyes did not mean blame, Xiao Tao was sweating profusely.

"Xiao Tao." Shen Qingxuan finally spoke, Xiao Tao pricked up her ears and listened, but she heard him say, "I know it's not your fault, child, but I'm still very sad."

Xiao Tao murmured, "Master..."

"Forget it, let's pretend it never happened." Shen Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then said, "I think you are in a lot of pain right now, why don't I send you out to relax?"

Xiao Tao was stunned, and suddenly thought that he didn't want him, opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, and shed two lines of tears in the air.

"I bought a property outside the city, and it has been vacant for two years. You can move it there. Although it is not as splendid as Shen's family, it also has all the servants." Shen Qingxuan seemed to have never seen anything. Pan said lightly: "If you agree, I will give you the land deed, and I will give you a place to live and live without worrying about food and clothing."

Looking at Xiao Tao's expression again, Shen Qingxuan continued: "If you have a sweetheart in the future, that house deed can also be regarded as your dowry."

"Master?" Xiao Tao couldn't understand what he meant for a while, and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Although I accepted you into the room, I really never liked you. You know it." Shen Qingxuan finally spoke up, "After such an incident, I also figured it out, I thought it was for your own good, but it was actually harmful. You. After all, you have served me for so many years, and I don’t want to treat you badly. The pastoral scenery there is very good, and the nearby farmhouses are also simple and honest. I will send you to relax first. If you want to come back in a year and be restrained, you Just come back, it's still my concubine's room. If you don't want to come back, just stay there, the house deed will be given to you, and if you have someone you like in the future, if you treat you well, you can marry him and have children. It's better than following a ruthless wretch like me."

Seeing that Xiao Tao didn't answer, Shen Qingxuan said, "Think about it."

Xiao Tao was still stunned, never thinking that such a thing would happen. Sitting on the head of the bed, he didn't even know that Shen Qingxuan had left.

When Yimo came back again, Shen Qingxuan was rubbing his forehead, crumpling the dried lotus on the paper into a ball, and throwing it aside.

After two consecutive days of painting, the paintings were not satisfactory. Shen Qingxuan was annoyed, and replayed the paperweight angrily, with a heavy muffled sound.

Yimo said, "I'm so unwelcome?"

Shen Qingxuan raised his head, "You're back?" His face was full of joy.

There is no falsification or concealment in the joyous one, as if the previous anger and irritability, the anxiety and anxiety of waiting, have never existed.

Putting down the ink pen in his hand, Shen Qingxuan glanced at his black robe, then nodded, "Did you come after taking care of it this time?"

"Yeah." Yimo walked over, picked up the crumpled paper on the ground and spread it out, looking at it and responding, "Last time you frowned, do you think my body stinks of blood?"

"Where do you dare to dislike you?" Shen Qingxuan laughed, "I just think you are the most clean person. You don't look like a monster with a little blood."

Yimo squinted at him, took the ink on the case, added two strokes on the dry lotus in the pond, and asked, "It's not like a demon, what is it like?"

"The devil who kills without blinking." Shen Qingxuan said, leaning beside him to watch him modify the painting, there were two more ripples, and there was a mountain covered by clouds and mist in the distance. Stayed: "Tsk."

"..." Yimo turned around, frowning slightly: "What does 'tsk' mean?"

"There's nothing to say." Shen Qingxuan smiled and pulled his sleeve, grabbed the pen and put it aside, saying, "It's the old demon snake that has lived for thousands of years, this calligraphy is spread out, and I don't know how to lead it out. What kind of romantic talk comes, a painting of a thousand pieces of gold is not an exaggeration."

Yimo flicked his forehead mockingly, "You don't know that gold and silver are like dung?"

Shen Qingxuan grabbed the hand on his forehead, put it on his face, opened his mouth to bite, and licked his lips again, "Whether it's gold or silver, how can it be worth a beauty?"

Yimo looked at him for a while, then shook his head: "You're a bit of a stalker like this."

Shen Qingxuan laughed, "You can also... hit a snake with a stick." Holding that cold big hand, Shen Qingxuan smiled meaningfully, opened the front of his shirt, put it on his skin, and asked, "You This snake, do you want to follow the stick?" The last sentence was soft and soft, which was very inciting.

Yimo didn't hesitate, picked him up and walked to the bed.

Shen Qingxuan was still smiling, and his smile was extremely happy.

It seems that no matter whether he is in danger or not, no matter how unfair the world is to him, no matter whether the future is bleak or not, as long as you see him, as long as you hear him, you can laugh out loud.

Like a golden flower born from the bottom of my heart, no matter how dark the world is, there is a warm place that is always bright.