A person walked out of the canyon, with black hair pulled high, sword eyebrows and star eyes, in high spirits, holding a piece of dry grass in his mouth, humming an out-of-tune melody—

"Opening the window for the autumn moonlight, extinguishing the candle and unraveling the dress - in the curtain with a smile, holding up the fragrance of orchids - Su Xi does not comb her hair, and her silk hair is draped over her shoulders - gently swaying on Lang's knees, where is it not pitiful?"

Rao Tu hid behind Shen Zhu, and already heard who it was, it was Nangong Yiwu, the only grandson of Nangong Rumu who robbed her the night before. She scolded secretly, her face flushed slightly, how strong Mr. Nangong is, to raise such a playful grandson!

The singing stopped abruptly, because Nangong Yiwu had already seen the sinking building in the spring. The young man's eyes lit up, he couldn't help himself, rubbed his hands and took a few steps forward, almost fell to the ground, and said with tears in his eyes: "Sir Shen! It's really breaking through the iron shoes, make me look good! Your motherfucker will never show up again. , I'm about to be scolded to death by the old man!"

Shen Zhu's face was calm, and he ordered, "Stop, turn your head."

Nangong Yiwu wondered: "You and I are both dignified men, and I am not as good as Longyang, why should Master Shen care so much?"

Shen Zhu said lightly: "If you don't turn around, I guarantee you will really be drowned by Mr. Nangong's saliva."

Nangong Yiwu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw a strand of blue silk appearing behind Shen Zhu. Driven by curiosity, he wanted to stand on tiptoe to take a closer look, but suddenly found that Shen Zhu's face was wrong.

He was shocked and immediately thought of what was going on. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly. He turned around and crouched down and said, "I didn't see anything."

Shen Zhu turned his head and glanced at Rao Tu. Seeing the slight smile in her eyes, he couldn't help but get a little angry and scolded: "In broad daylight, who is not ashamed?"

Rao Tu gave him a roll of eyes, climbed up to the stone bank, grabbed the clothes drying next to him, and went straight back to the thatched hut.

Nangong Yiwu heard the sound of footsteps and walked away before turning around, and said very sadly: "Sir Shen, this time, you really hurt me badly. If you don't show up for two days, the capital will be turned over by the emperor's imperial army. Upside down! My grandfather insisted that this matter had something to do with me, and he kept asking me where I hid you all day long. If his old man knew that Sir Shen, you were taking a bath with a beauty in Xanadu, he would probably have a mouthful of old blood and straight up your hair."

After Shen Zhu listened to him calmly, Fang said, "Young Master Nangong doesn't have to feel wronged. If you hadn't robbed people first, Shen would not have fallen to this level."

Nangong Yiwu looked left and right, wondering, "I see you are so happy, what's wrong with this situation?"

Shen Zhu was too lazy to explain to him, so he ordered the expulsion: "After Young Master Nangong goes back, there is no need to spread the news about Shen. There are people in the city who want to kill me."

Nangong Yiwu noticed the strangeness on his legs just now, and frowned, "What's wrong with your leg? Is it paralyzed?"

Shen Zhuqiang resisted the anger in his heart, "It has nothing to do with you!"

Nangong Yiwu was very ignorant, so he simply sat on the bank with a gloomy expression: "I can't go back, the old man said, if I don't find you and take you back, I don't have to go back."

Shen Zhu sneered: "As you please!"

Nangong Yiwu picked up the jacket that Shen Zhu had placed on the bank, looked at the traces of sewing on it, clicked his tongue, nodded and sighed: "Lao Tu's female red is really...indescribable!"

Shen Zhu glanced at him and corrected: "It seems a bit inappropriate to call her a girl. She is my concubine. How can Young Master Nangong be called a lady?"

Nangong Yiwu frowned and thought about it seriously, then shook his head and said, "Mrs. is too bad, she looks old, it's better to be a girl."

Shen Zhu couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed his brows. He really couldn't understand, Nangong Rumu, a Confucian master who did not understand the ancients, was perfect in poetry, books, etiquette, music, spring and autumn, how could he teach his grandson to be so deviant?

Shen Zhu returned to the thatched hut in his clothes, and Nangong Yiwu escorted him all the way with great care. He treated Lord Shen as a life-saving straw, and was very caring, for fear that something might go wrong. Nangong Yiwu couldn't guarantee that if Lord Shen's legs really couldn't be better, then his grandfather would break his legs in a fit of anger.

Nangong Yiwu has no confidence in his grandfather-grandfather's affection. After all, the old man really likes Lord Shen. It can be said that he worked hard and cultivated it as a pillar of the court. And every time see his grandson, who has been flying over the eaves and walls all day, there is only one expression of gnashing his teeth.

In the thatched hut, Rao Tu cooked sweet sweet potato soup, Nangong Yiwu smiled, "The girl's female red is extraordinary, and the sweet potato soup is also very unique if you want to come here."

Rao Tu smiled slightly, as if she was a virtuous wife who ran a house. Seeing her husband's friend coming, she warmly greeted Nangong Yiwu to sit down.

Although Shen Zhu really didn't want to stay under the same roof as Nangong Yiwu, Rao Tu's smiling greeting softened his heart for no reason, and the previous unpleasantness vanished.

He picked up the chipped and cracked bowl, and drank the hot sweet potato soup in his mouth, undecided whether it tasted good or bad.

Rao Tu raised her head and smiled and asked, "Is it good to drink?"

In front of outsiders, Mr. Shen Zhu is not good at picking three and four, but just nodded, "It's okay."

Nangong Yiwu said with a smile on his face: "Sister Ratu, do you still have a bowl? Give me some to taste. I'm looking for your adults for you, and I haven't eaten for a day."

Hearing the word "sister", Shen Zhu's face turned cold. Rao Tu didn't seem to mind at all, but liked it very much, "Young Master Nangong, don't make fun of me, Rao Tu can't be your sister."

Even so, the look on her face was very helpful.

Shen Zhu coughed lightly, and said neither yin nor yang: "If Mr. Nangong knew that he had another granddaughter, how would he feel?"

Nangong Yiwu immediately changed his words, "It's better to call Mrs. Shen Er."

Rao Tu pursed her lips and smiled, "As long as the word 'two' is added, it will be jarring. Young Master Nangong should call me Ratu." She poured a bowl of sweet potato soup from Wa Weng to Nangong Yiwu and smiled. : "This place is shabby, the son doesn't dislike it, so please use my bowl."

Just as Nangong Yiwu was about to take it, Shen Zhu waved his arm to stop it, and took the bowl from Rao Tu's hand, "Young Master Nangong's stomach is spoiled, I'm afraid he can't stand rough food from the mountains."

Nangong Yiwu hurriedly shook his head, almost grabbed the bowl from Shen Zhu's hand, and said, "How can it be? I have also traveled around in the rivers and lakes, and have experienced some sophistication, not to mention this is the soup made by the beauty of Shang Shang, Even more so.”

After all, as if afraid that Shen Zhu would snatch it away again, he raised his neck and poured down the bowl of sweet potato soup.

Shen Zhu frowned and handed his bowl to Rao Tu, "Since Young Master Nangong likes that bowl, I will simply give it to him as a souvenir, you can use this."

Rao Tu stared at the awkward Lord Shen with a half-smile, took the bowl, and muttered, "It's really stingy."

Shen Zhu has been with her these days, and he can roughly figure out her temper. He knows that she likes to be quick with her tongue, and she is too lazy to argue with her. It is really indecent to confront the little woman in front of an outsider like Nangong Yiwu.

After Rao Tu finished drinking the sweet potato soup, she took out the soft and glutinous sweet potato slices from the bottom of Wa Weng, put half of it in Nangong Yiwu's bowl, and gave the remaining half to Shen Zhu.

Shen Zhu couldn't be in the mood to eat at this time, there was a shameless guy sitting next to him, eating something made by his woman and smirking, it was really bad.

He pulled Rao Tu into his arms, took a piece of sweet potato and brought it to her lips.

Rao Tu was a little embarrassed, "I don't eat, why are you so good all of a sudden?"

Shen Zhu said slowly: "I'm too thin, how can I not eat anything all day?"

Rao Tu's eyes widened, savouring the tenderness in his words, only to feel like a dream, Shen Zhu, how has he ever been so tender? She grinned and had no choice but to eat what was on his chopsticks, and said coyly, "Young Master Nangong is on the side!"

Shen Zhu said indifferently: "What do you care about him?" Then he picked up a piece from the bowl and brought it to her mouth, "Too thin, there is not much meat on his body, and he panicked."

Nangong Yiwu coughed violently, Rao Tu blushed and pushed him hard, "What did you say!"

Nangong Yiwu silently picked up the bowl and walked out of the door, shameless to watch and listen.

Shen Zhu spilled a faint smile from his lips, which meant that he had succeeded in his trick. Rao Tu got out of his arms, "In the winter, you forced people to go out to eat. Anyway, Mr. Nangong is half your mentor, so you treat your grandson like this?"

Shen Zhufeng said calmly, "The old gentleman hates that iron can't become steel. What's wrong with me helping him hone and train Nangong Yiwu? Why don't you talk like a woman?"

Raotu found that her image of "an ignorant woman" in Shen Zhu's heart seemed to be deeply ingrained, and she annoyed: "Who is a woman?"

Shen Zhu lowered his eyes to look at the bulging woman in his arms, with a playful smile in his eyes, "Although I haven't worshipped the hall, there are no candles, but I don't know how many times you and I have entered the bridal chamber. Am I wrong?"

Nangong Yiwu, who was sitting outside the door, raised his butt and walked further.

Rao Tu blushed and pinched the wound on Shen Zhu's leg. He frowned, but he hugged her tightly, fearing that she would run out and talk to the little white-faced surname Nangong.

Nangong Yiwu is a person who knows how to enjoy life. He chopped firewood in the mountain stream, and within three days, he rebuilt the previously collapsed stove, and then lived in it carelessly.

Shen Zhu looked at the brand-new stove next to him, and while he was isolated, he couldn't help suspecting that Nangong Yiwu had inherited the Mo family's casting technique.

Rao Tu dug a lot of edible things from the ground in the past few days, not only sweet potatoes, but also yam and peanuts. The food is enough for three people for five or six days.

Nangong Yiwu didn't feel a little bit ashamed after eating free food for a few days, but he was a little tasteless. His son Nangong has always eaten in fine clothes and jade, and he has not eaten meat for three days. What is the joy of life?

Fortunately, he has a very good skill - Qinggong. After walking around in the mountains, he caught two live rabbits and came back.

Nangong Yiwu had a rabbit in one hand, and eagerly approached Ratu to discuss roasting rabbit meat, but he didn't feel that it was in the way of Lord Shen's eyes.

Shen Zhu, who was sitting on the bed, said coldly, "The sly rabbits in the mountains and the sly foxes in the forest all know people and avoid them. Young Master Nangong should eat a few more kilograms to replenish his mind, so as to avoid annoying people in the future. , without knowing it.”

Nangong Yiwu seemed to be unaware of his sarcastic sarcasm, and said with a smile: "Sir Shen is right, I was thinking about whether it should be braised or steamed?"

Rao Tu smiled and said, "Young Master Nangong, don't provoke my husband. He is a vengeful man. Be careful and sue you in front of the old gentleman after you go out."

Nangong Yiwu's face was full of disbelief, "Sir Shen is a handsome gentleman, not a narrow-minded person."

Shen Zhu didn't say a word, his attention was on Rao Tu's sentence "My husband", and a certain corner of his heart suddenly became very soft and soft.

Rao set up a bonfire, "There are so many tricks to toss here, you might as well bake it." She took out the rune dagger from her sleeve, "Master Nangong, please."

Nangong Yiwu happily took the rune and ran out to deal with the rabbit.

Shen Zhu looked at Rao Tu in disbelief, "What else did you do before stabbing me with that rune dagger?"

Rao Tu thought about it seriously, "I use less, and the mountain ghosts take it for me. She often cooks, such as cutting leeks, cutting pork, scraping fish scales... She should have done it before."

Shen Zhu covered the old wound at the wound and frowned deeply.

Rao Tu pursed her lips and smiled, and walked to the bed to rub his legs, "Shen Lang, don't worry, before I assassinated you, I wiped it again and again with potion, and quenched it several times on the fire."

Shen Zhu raised his eyebrows: "Potion?"

"The name is infatuation. The concubine thought, if the adult's heart is poisoned by infatuation, will he only be infatuated with the concubine in the future?"

Shen Zhu pressed her into his arms, "Since you think your father's death is related to my father, and you want your father to pay his debts, why are you showing mercy?"

Rao Tu snuggled up against his chest, a sneer smile appeared in his eyes, but he didn't speak.

Shen Zhu actually checked the file and knew that Xuanzhou's prophecy had nothing to do with his father. His father had indeed been the supervisor of Qin Tianjian, but before the prophecy, he resigned and returned to his hometown because of another matter.

Xu Heng was involved in his father's resignation to return to his hometown and the subsequent tragedy in Qingzhou. He was reluctant to explain to Raotu, and would rather let her continue to blame her rather than involve those things.

And he is so arrogant and conceited, why should he put down his figure and explain to Rao Tu?

Rao Tu said softly: "There is one thing I think I should tell you, Xuanzhou's prophecy has nothing to do with your father. Princess Xunyang told me that it was my fault, and I made you suffer a sword in vain."

When she spoke, she gently rubbed the old wound on his chest, her tone was distressed, "Does it still hurt?"

There was a momentary blank in Shen Zhu's mind, and after a pause, Fang said in a hoarse voice, "You try?" If it wasn't for the fact that Nangong Yiwu's short-eyed guy was still outside, he would have pressed Ratu under him and called out She tasted the pain in the end!

Rao Tu raised her head to meet his scorching eyes, and said with a smile, "Shen Lang, your legs are showing signs of recovery, but you are thinking about it again?"

"You think I can't satisfy you now?" He darkened.

Rao Tu pulled the quilt for him, jumped out of bed and laughed: "I don't mean it, I just think that adults shouldn't be promiscuous... At least wait until you can leave."

Shen Zhu gritted his teeth, and then the mindless Nangong Yiwu slammed in, holding two mud balls and asking, "What can I say if Lord Shen can leave?"

Rao Tu glanced at Shen Zhu with a smile, "Master Shen's six roots are not clean, don't pay attention to it. Huh? Why did you wrap it in mud?"

"The blood is too fishy, ​​I'm afraid Lord Shen will not like it."

Rao Tu greeted him to sit in front of the fire and said with a smile, "You don't care, just be happy."

Nangong Yiwu stole a glance at Shen Zhu with a smile on his face, "Master Shen is pure and white, I really don't dare to be abrupt."

Shen Zhu didn't appreciate it, and sneered: "Don't worry, the situation in front of Mr. Nangong is indispensable to you."

Nangong Yiwu was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and Rao Tu comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I'm begging for you there, old man."

Nangong Yiwu hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't say no! I understand my sister's kindness." He threw the two clay balls into the fire, ending this unpleasant topic.

Shen Zhu looked at the two big lumps of mud, frowned, but didn't speak.

From time to time, the mud ball burned and cracked, and a strong fragrance overflowed from it. After a short while, the bonfire burned out. Nangong Yiwu smashed the mud ball apart, and Rao Tufang saw that the rabbit was still wrapped in a kind of grass.

She said, "In ancient times, there were beggar chickens, and Young Master Nangong had beggar rabbits. But I don't know how good it is?"

Nangong Yiwu pushed aside the blade of grass and gave her a rabbit leg, "Try it."

Rao Tu took it and brought it in front of Shen Zhu, but Shen Zhu shook his head and said, "Don't eat fishy mutton food."

Nangong Yiwu chewed the meat, and said inarticulately: "It's a real celebrity, and Lord Shen is too aloof, but it's not true."

Shen Zhu had nothing to say to him, he pushed open the window, and at some point, fine snowflakes fluttered outside, and the cold wind blew the two strands of hair hanging down from his temples slightly. Rao Tu sat down next to him and chewed the rabbit leg meat. In fact, she really didn't think the rabbit leg was delicious. It was dry and had no salty taste.

However, Young Master Nangong was eating very happily, so she was not disappointed.

After Nangong Yiwu had filled his stomach, he suddenly saw the snow outside the window. He sighed sincerely: "It's going to snow heavily, it's a beautiful thing to roll with a little lady at this time! It's a pity."

Rao Tu really choked on the rabbit meat, and Shen Zhu picked up the broken bowl next to him like Nangong Yiwu smashed it. Nangong Yiwu took the bowl and said with a smile, "Don't bother the two of you. If the snow covers the mountain and traps me here, it would be no fun for me to be alone here, so I might as well find a gentle village to live happily for a few days before returning to Jinling. Come back, I must be behind you."

Rao Tu got up and said, "Are you going?"

"Yeah, this place is nice, but the house is not mine, the good scenery is not mine, and the beauty is not mine." Nangong Yiwu smiled and bowed to Ratu, "Girl, there will be an appointment after the meeting."

Rao Tu said: "You can see if you can walk on the mountain road in the canyon. If you can't walk, come back."

Nangong Yiwu walked outside the door, then turned around again and smiled at Ratu: "The old man said, the girl Ratu said a few words that night, and the courage and courage can be seen. They are not comparable to ordinary little girls. The thing in it!"

Rao Tu was stunned for a moment, saw him laugh a few times, and stepped into the snow and walked away.

Shen Zhu looked at Rao Tu's profile, and said lightly, "Old Mr. Nangong also misunderstood." Even so, there was already a lot of turbulence in his heart.

Rao Tu walked over and closed the door, smiling: "Scholars, no matter how clean their minds are, they can't be alone. Young Master Nangong was put together by his own grandfather, and he doesn't know it yet."

She looked at Shen Zhu, "Old Mr. Nangong is really powerful, he can make Shen Lang suspect me in a few words.

Shen Zhu understood what she meant. The words that Nangong Yiwu left before he left were naturally what Nangong Rumu meant. If the old man could not succeed, he played a conspiracy, even his own grandson.

He beckoned to Rao Tu, "Come here."

Rao Tu walked over according to her words, Shen Zhu pinched her chin, and stared carefully, "Shen Zhu is not a mere fish pond, you are no longer the thing in the pond, and I can support you!"

Rao Tu smiled slightly, "Really?"

Shen Zhu fished her into the quilt. Because of soaking in the hot spring water for a few days, he could gradually exert some strength on his legs, and greeted Rao Tu with his hands and feet.

Rao Tu was wrapped in his arms. How could he compete with him? After pushing it a few times, before pushing away, she opened a pair of misty eyes and deliberately asked, "What is the meaning of this, Mr. Shen?"

"I would like to ask for advice, what is the so-called Bai Rixuan-prostitution in your mouth?"

Rao Tu turned her face away, "Shen Lang reads the book of sages and sages, how do you know these nonsense? Don't mention it!"

Shen Zhu was a little unhappy: "Nonsense? You know a lot!"

"Yeah, my concubine used to like to read books. What Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng, Wang Shifu's... have been studying all night."

Shen Zhu was speechless, his face became colder and colder.

Rao Tu came to the spirit, "By the way, there is a woman who writes a book in Eastern Wu. What is her name in the early winter?

The more Shen Zhu listened, the more angry he became, and he grabbed her ear, "Speaking of obscene words in a garish tone, you are in high spirits!"

With a sudden snap, something was thrown in from the window, and Nangong Yiwu's voice came from afar: "I've eaten a few days of free food, and I'm very sorry, I'm bringing back the treasure I just got a few days ago as a gift, I hope Lord Shen likes it. ."

Shen Zhu slammed and closed the window. He couldn't help sneering, Nangong Yiwu didn't learn anything else, this is the habit of having to look back, and he really learned a lot from Nangong Rumu. Shen Zhu didn't forget how noisy the old man was when he was on duty in the Guozijian before going home every day.

Rao Tu stuck her head out of the quilt, picked up the book that fell on the bed, only smelled an elegant fragrance, opened it, and immediately blushed, and even shouted "Bah!" several times, scolding : "Damn it! Nangong Yiwu is out of touch!"

It turned out to be an exquisitely crafted spring book, and the characters in it were vivid and vivid. Shen Zhu didn't even look at it, just by looking at Rao Tu's reaction, he knew what it was.

However, Rao Tu scolded and scolded, blushed and blushed, but she did not mean to throw away the book at all, but turned a few pages, her eyes were bright, with the meaning of inquiry.

Shen Zhu coldly reminded: "Rao Tu, you are a woman."

Rao Tu raised her eyes from the book and looked at him, puzzled: "How about women?"

Shen Zhu grabbed the book in her hand and threw it aside, and said with a charming tone: "It's better to talk about soldiers on paper, it's better for me to teach you."

Rao Tu's clothes floated out one by one, and she was like a shelled egg, and she was pressed under the body by Lord Shen.

"Shen Lang, your leg injury hasn't healed yet..."

Shen Zhu used actual actions to tell her what Xu Xutuzhi was, and Rao Tu scolded him at first, and opened a mouthful of millet teeth and bit his shoulder fiercely, but scolding and scolding, biting and biting, the voice became coquettish stand up.

Outside the window, the snowflakes gradually grew larger and fell on the empty mountain stream, leaving only the spring with a soothing throat, and a picture of snow falling on a cold stream in an empty valley!

Under the grinding of Lord Shen, Rao Tu has long since turned into a pool of spring water, sadly and sadly not knowing what heaven and earth are.

After a sound sleep all night, when she woke up, she could only feel that the light outside the window was dazzling. Looking at the sky, it was already clear. She sighed lazily. It was a heavy snow, but she missed it.

Turning his head to look, Shen Zhu was not by his side, and there was no one in the house, so he didn't know where he went.

She lay in the air for a while, got up and put on clothes, the quilt slipped off, and when she saw the marks on her arms, she couldn't help being a little surprised, not because of the bruises left by Shen Zhu, but to find that the welts on her arms had faded a lot. . She couldn't help frowning, secretly thinking that it should be the function of the hot spring.

The door was pushed open, Shen Zhu came in with a cane, and at the same time countless snowflakes rolled in.

Rao Tu was stunned for a moment, pushed open the sash next to it, and the wind and snow immediately hit her face. Where is the sunny day? Outside is a world of colored glass, and the sky is still tearing cotton and tearing cotton wool.

She couldn't help but sneezed at the same time. Shen Zhu said: "You should put on some clothes and then push the window."

A word reminded Rao Tu, she was busy wrapping the quilt around her neck and covering it tightly before asking Shen Zhu, "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhu shook the snow on his body and sat down beside the bed, "The heavy snow has sealed the door and the mountain."

Rao Tu said, "Why haven't Yang Qian and the mountain ghost come over yet?"

"I told them to go back first."

"Ah?" Rao Tu suddenly reacted, "Have they come?"

"Ok."

"You...you just ordered Yang Qian, why did you still use my maid?"

"I didn't call, but told the mountain ghost that there is no need to call here, let her go first." Shen Zhu said with a half-smile.

Rao Tu was sullen, if he hadn't thought that he was still naked, he would have stepped forward and beat him!

"What does Lang Shen mean, do you really want to die alone here with Rao Tu?"

Shen Zhu smiled slightly, reached into the quilt, and pressed it on Rao Tu's stomach. Rao Tu was shivered by his cold hand, and she shrank to the foot of the bed, almost begging, "I can't take it anymore."

Shen Zhu was stunned for a moment, then he understood and said with a dark face, "I don't want to eat either."

"Then what are you doing?" Rao Tu broke the hand that was on his stomach.

"When my legs are completely healed, you will be pregnant with my child again, and you will naturally go." Shen Zhu looked into Rao Tu's eyes and said warmly.

"Child?" Rao Tu blinked, as if she heard the funniest joke in the world, "Did you forget, Mr. Shen, that you once said that a woman like Rao Tu is worthy of a child for you?"

She clenched the hand hidden in the quilt, and she smiled when she spoke, but blood was dripping in her heart, and the pain... A burst of pain came from the lower abdomen. That was the sequelae of that rainy night. At this time, after many years of wind and frost, she reminded Rao again of the things she should not forget.

Shen Zhu said lightly, "You are no longer a woman of the past."

Rao Tu said "Oh?", then burst into laughter and burst into tears, "Even so, the concubine once said that she could no longer be pregnant, but I didn't lie to you..."

Shen Zhu looked at her calmly, and said slowly: "The imperial physician in the palace has checked your pulse for you. As long as you adjust it properly, the child will always have it. I have asked Yang Qian to send herbs for you to drink every day."

Rao Tu's smile became colder, "Sir, are you serious?"

Seeing Rao Tu's appearance like this, Shen Zhu felt a trace of displeasure in his heart: "What is your reaction?"

"I once was pregnant with someone's child, who was a ruthless person. He ordered the concubine to destroy the flesh and bones in my belly. I swear, I will never bear another child's child again." Rao Tuchui Eyes whispered.

With the cold wind blowing, her body trembled slightly, and Shen Zhu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Don't bring this up again."

"Raotu can never be mentioned in a lifetime, but it will never be forgotten for a lifetime! How can adults understand that I will never die with that merciless person? You know, on that rainy night, I held my child, he was so small and so soft …”

Shen Zhu shouted: "Enough! Don't mention the rainy night!"

Rao Tu stubbornly raised her eyes to look at him, her peach blossom eyes glowing with water.

Shen Zhu's heart softened, and he raised his hand and rubbed her hair, "From now on, no one will bully you or humiliate you again."

Rao Tu sneered, "Really? Adults can protect me from anything I do? If I kill Pei, you won't stop me?"

Shen Zhu stiffened, "Rao Tu, do you know what it means to be ignorant?"

Rao Tu took two breaths in silence, then lowered her eyebrows, and said pitifully like a child who has done something wrong: "I'm just talking about it, but it's true that Madam Pei doesn't like me. The adults said that they would protect me well. You can't go back on your word."

Shen Zhu listened to her softening, and his tone softened: "I will explain to her at Qingwei's place."

Rao Tu smiled sweetly, "Thank you Shen Lang, you will feel at ease when you say so."

She put on her clothes and got up, and saw a lot of things piled up in the outhouse. The pots and pans were complete, and there were even two beds of splendid quilts. There was also a large box with exquisite gold painting, which contained several sets of coats.

Shen Zhu said: "Perhaps Nangong Yiwu disclosed the news to Yang Qian, and Yang Qian found this place and brought so many things." He pointed to the hot medicine bowl on the broken table, "This is today's medicine."

Rao Tu walked over and picked up the medicine bowl, which was a little hot. She smiled and said, "Your Excellency boils the medicine for Rao himself, you are really considerate and good gentleman."

Seeing her saying this, Shen Zhu didn't have the slightest bit of joy between her brows and eyes. She felt a little cold now, and said lightly, "Drink it."

Rao Tu obediently drank the concoction, it was very bitter, he rubbed her wrinkled brows, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and stuffed a fragrant pill into her mouth.

Rao Tu tasted it, sweet and astringent, and asked what it was.

"It's the Snow Lotus Jade Dew Pill from the Western Regions, which can detoxify hundreds of poisons. Take it every day and see the effect."

Rao Tu smiled lowly, "It's useless, what's in my concubine's body is a poison that has no solution."

"What kind of poison without solution, I don't believe in this evil."

"The knot of death should be solved by death. If one day the concubine abandons Shen Lang and goes away, you... how are you going to be?"

Shen Zhu frowned, "There won't be such a day!"

Rao Tu pursed her lips and smiled. She pushed open the door, and the turbulent wind and snow wrapped her around her. She looked at the dim sky in the distance, and said sadly, "I know, there won't be such a day."

There won't be such a day, how could she die before him?

But Shen Zhu didn't hear the mystery in the words, he picked a coat from the box and wrapped her, took her hand and headed towards the hot spring pool.

When she got to the spring water, the fog became thicker and thicker. Rao Tu tried the water temperature, but it was actually hotter than the previous two days. She snorted, and just as she was about to ask a question, Shen Zhu explained, "It's the same as the previous two days, it's because your hands are cold. ."

Rao Tu glanced at him with a smile, "Shen Lang really understands me."

Shen Zhu didn't say a word, reached out to untie the belt in front of Raotu's lapel, took off her coat, and hung it on the bamboo branch.

Rao Tu covered the clothes inside, "I'll do it myself."

After a night of love last night, she really wanted to take a bath. She took off her blouse in front of Shen Zhu, leaving only her apron and trousers. She immersed her body in the hot spring water, only a head popped out. It was foggy, she looked up at the white snow around her, and felt that this situation was like a fairyland on earth.

Immediately, Shen Zhu also entered the water except for the clothes, destroying the thousands of poetic feelings in Rao Tu's heart.

The sky was so cold that Rao Tu didn't even want to come out of her head, so she simply plunged into the water and immersed her whole body in the warm spring water.

Although the water surface was misty, the water was crystal clear. As soon as she got into the water, she bumped into something she shouldn't have seen. She was so frightened that she turned around in a hurry, but she choked on the water, and her whole body fluttered.

The water splashed Shen Zhu's face, and he stretched out his arms and pulled Ratu up, "What's in the water to scare you like this?"

Rao Tu blushed, glanced at the undershirt that the man on the bank next to him had taken off, and complained: "There is something quite scary in the water."

Shen Zhu frowned, seeing her blushing blush, his heart moved, and he immediately realized. He moved the hand on Rao Tu's waist down and sneered, "Who called you so happy last night? Aren't you happy? Are you scared again today?"

Rao Tu coughed, picked up his undershirt beside him and rubbed it in the water. Seeing the traces of after love on it, she was stunned for a moment, and then she was extremely ashamed, regretting why she had to wash his clothes so cheaply?

Seeing that she was so embarrassed, Shen Zhu couldn't help but be moved, and asked, "Is the medicine bitter today?"

Rao Tu raised her eyebrows, thinking that she had been drinking for so long, why did she suddenly say this? Before she could ask her questions, Shen Zhuqingjun's face came close, and her cold lips covered her moist red lips, so she could taste it.

A little bitterness remained in the mouth, but Shen Zhu tasted more sweetness. His breathing became very heavy, and he pressed her against the wall of the pool and said in a deep voice, "Sooner or later, it will die on you."

Before Rao Tu was ready, he felt himself sinking, and he was already moving. She froze for a moment, frowning slightly, and finally, after a long time, under the man's offensive, she sighed softly, as if comfortably and intolerably.

Shen Zhu was very satisfied with her response, and moved in a rewarding manner. Until the end, she couldn't take it anymore and buried herself in his arms and wept bitterly.

Shen Zhu lightly pinched her face and said fiercely, "Rao Tu, you have to be pregnant with my flesh and blood!"

Rao Tu begged: "Don't... don't move..."

"Say, you want to continue the heir for me." He bit her ear and threatened.

"I think... I think..." Rao Tu burst into tears.

After a long time, Shen Zhu finally let her go. She had already lost a little strength, she was soft and boneless, and her body sank straight into the water.

Shen Zhu supported her, washed her body himself, wrapped her in clothes and carried her back to the thatched hut.

Rao Tu lay down for a long time, Shen Zhu just thought that she was exhausted and couldn't help but blame herself when she felt distressed, hugged her whole body in his arms, and kissed her cheek one after another.

Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, the situation suddenly turned bad, Rao Tu's body became hot, her forehead was getting hot, and her cheeks were flushed. Shen Zhu was a little panicked at this moment, and shook her shoulders. She opened her eyes slightly, looked at him suspiciously for a while, and closed them again.

After closing it, it didn't open again until nightfall, just kept mumbling, "child", "break book" and so on.

Shen Zhu was furious, and suddenly saw her covering her chest, beads of sweat falling from her forehead, and her other hand tightly clutching the quilt.

"It hurts... Yan Bing, I hurt so much..."

Shen Zhu's heart trembled. That woman back then also liked to call him Yan Bing... He held her hand, and she grabbed it with her backhand.

Rao Tu's closed eyelashes trembled slightly, then opened her eyes, Shui Wu looked at him for a while, and suddenly smiled bitterly, "Shen Zhu, you are Lord Shen..."

Shen Zhu held her tightly in his arms, not knowing what to do, he could only stiffly reply: "I'm Shen Zhu."

Rao Tu gave a desolate smile, "I... I hurt so much... I'll call you Yanbing, okay?"

"Okay, from now on, you will always call me Yanbing. It's not Lord Shen, or Huangmenlang. I'm Shen Yanbing."

Rao Tu raised her eyebrows and said dumbly, "Yan Bing, I'm so bitter."

Shen Zhu was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, and wished he could suffer for her, "Dear me, I... I'll take you out, and it won't hurt after seeing the doctor."

Rao Tu shook his head, "Don't...don't let the doctor toss me, I...the poison on my body has...no...it's useless, no doctor is good enough, and no medicine is helpful..."

Shen Zhu's heart moved, and he quickly took out the porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out the snow lotus jade dew pills inside, "Take the medicine, it can relieve pain."

He stuffed the pills worth thousands of dollars into her mouth, coaxed her to drink water and swallowed them down. After a few moments, Rao Tu became quieter, but still held Shen Zhu's hand tightly, the blue silk sweat sticking to her cheeks, A small face is pale and pitiful.

Shen Zhu grieved in his heart, laid Rao Tu on the bed, and pulled the quilt to his neck and tucked it tightly. He broke off Rao Tu's hand, glanced at the herbs on the table when he went out, and suddenly remembered what the imperial physician had said that day, saying that she was poisoned and needed to rest, and she must not be overly aggressive in sexual affairs.

He could not wait to slap himself a few times, and hurried out into a snowstorm.

Rao Tu was in a daze, and her consciousness drifted to the Qingzhou River. She saw the woman who was making clothes by the river that year.

The woman hummed a little tune and looked into the sky. The people crossing the river laughed at her, "Can we share the boat?" She stubbornly said: "I already have a husband, and I will return from the long trip."

Day after day, year after year. The old boatman at the ferry was pale and his back was hunched. The young woman lost her childishness and became more and more calm.

She was eager to see through the Qingzhou River, just waiting for the figure of a scholar.

...In the hut, a line of tears slid from the corners of Rao Tu's eyes. She frowned and murmured, "My husband is studying abroad, when will he be back?"

A slender figure quietly landed on her quilt, and a man appeared in the room like a ghost in the wind and snow. He took off his bamboo hat, looked at her with tears on her face, and sighed: "After waiting for so many years, you waited. to what?"

Rao Tu frowned, but asked stubbornly, "My husband is studying abroad, when will he be back?"