marry a weak waist

Chapter 38 Diseased Bones

Every time this season comes, catkins will become a disaster in Jinan, with thousands of threads coming in with the wind, which is better than thousands of threads without reason, sweeping and eradicating.

The moon rose, lightly shining on the remnants of the courtyard, making this small courtyard of the Liu family even more chaotic.

Mei Qing was sitting in the room, when she heard the sound of dishes being cleaned outside.I haven't heard it for many years. In the past few years, she has only been responsible for stunning the audience during the feast, and the oily smell has never stained half of the skirt. At this moment, she can't tell clearly, which one is more unbearable, the kind of flowery and crude and crude. some.

I have to admit that she was a little disappointed in her heart. Although she knew Liu Chaoruqiong early in the morning, she was far away from poverty for many years after all, and she couldn't remember that feeling for a while.At this time, listening to the sound of those pots and pans colliding closely, I was a little at a loss.

She used to think that Liu Chaoru was poor, but she was nothing more than frost-stained thin shirts and thin plum blossoms in the wind, always carrying the beauty of poetry and moon.But the wax torch trembled slightly, and Liu Chaoru opened the curtain to come in, and a gust of wind was drawn in, which clearly carried the musty smell of old wood.

Seeing her standing under the window, he only glanced at her, walked straight to the table and poured a cup of tea, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

He had taken off the black gauze long ago, and was only wearing a bright red embroidered round-neck gown. The lapel was a little wet with the wine, and it was dripping, giving the candles different shades of color.Mei Qing looked back, seeing his face from his body, the dream came true in an instant.He is an official at any rate, young and good-looking, as long as he is willing to change his pedantic stubbornness before, his future will be limitless.

Thinking like this, she moved her red skirt and walked over lightly, "Who are the people cleaning up in the yard? Are they the servants of the family?"

Liu Chaoru glanced at the window, "They are servants seconded by Zhang Ping's family to help, they will go back after cleaning up here. I only have one servant here, what can you tell him."

There were not many servants to order around, Mei Qing looked a bit embarrassed, and looked around the room again, suddenly felt that the beams were pressed at the bottom, the windows were closed, it was a bit stuffy.

Even Liu Chaoru didn't seem to like to talk, so he drank a few cups of tea at the side.Mei Qing took off the corolla, lowered her eyes and waited.She is not an unprofessional young lady, so there is a bit of anger in the waiting, and it even overwhelms the timid expectation.She didn't hear anything from him for a while, but she suddenly hung up and poured herself a cup of cold tea.

When the courtyard was cleaned up, Tongshan reported through the window, "Master, Mr. Dong's family is going back."

"You give it away."

Not long after, I heard the door close in the courtyard, and the dim lights on the window screens were extinguished little by little, leaving only a huge moon shining sadly.

The room was as quiet as if there was no one there. A few red candles were half burnt, and they were still burning, emitting a black smoke.Maybe it was the smoke, maybe it was the corolla that made Mei Qing's brain ache, and Mei Qing felt that this night was far from what she had imagined.

"Go to sleep." Liu Chaoru stood up heavily as if after a struggle, blew out the candles on all sides, and reached out to Mei Qing by a ray of moonlight.

Mei Qing also gave him her hand, and they walked into the tent.The moonlight is like thin frost on the tiles, coldly shining on the two interlaced white faces.They were wrapped in a red-black quilt, and Liu Chaoru was lying on top of it, her rhythm hardly fluctuated much, her voice was very polite, except for a little irregular breathing, "Does it hurt?"

Mei Qing lightly frowned at Cui Dai, the pain was painful, but it didn't hurt her heart.Her heart was not disturbed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as if performing a business, so close, but her soul still did not know each other.

She bowed her head politely on the pillow, she didn't have to try to please everyone like Zhang Mi, she didn't have to pretend to cry, and she couldn't devote herself with love.After all, they were not familiar with each other, he was so quiet, and even her involuntary sobs made her feel a little embarrassed.

The moonlight was desolately white, falling on the pillow.Liu Chaoru also seemed to be performing official duties, only hanging his face beside hers, burying his head in the tedious action, and finally arrived, but his body, body and heart were completely out of sync, and his heart was always calm, looking at the blurred pillow on the pillow. The unclear embroidery pattern is also a desolate place.

A newly married, each have their own concerns, several sleepless.

Even the silver lotus seems to have accumulated thousands of threads, between the eyebrows, and leaning against the window.At a glance, the clouds are dark and the sky is low, and there are still lights and festoons outside the cave, and it is too late to take them down. The joy of the day has not dissipated, and it spreads into the silent night, absurd and lonely.

For Mei Qing's marriage, she and Meng Yu hadn't seen each other for four or five days. When they went to pay her respects, both of them were too busy to see her.She had no choice but to come back quietly, not daring to go around to make trouble, just chatting a few words with her sister, not wanting to get angry again.

Her sister talked about Mei Qing's dowry during dinner, no matter how much Yinlian tried to persuade her, she couldn't persuade her burning desire.Instead, she said: "My wife will not treat me badly if she promises. Even if she is not as good as Miss Mei, she is worth a thousand taels, right? Sister, I was wrong in my previous thinking. My wife treats people well."

Meng Tiao did treat her very well, and never treated her badly with good food and drink, but for some reason, Yin Lian always thought of her cold eyes and shabby smile, and always felt that the good things she sent seemed like Her life is normal, if she is not paying attention, she will open her mouth and bite her hard!

Therefore, although the chest is full of good clothes, she only wears those two on a daily basis, and she is careful to only wear one or two of the various hairstyles in the dowry.Meng Yu said: "Where are all the good things, why do you still make yourself as if you couldn't get rid of it before? Don't you like it?"

She didn't know how to answer, she just said she was used to it.Meng Yu didn't ask any further questions, just put a few words of persuasion lightly, and then left it alone.

Just as I was feeling melancholy, I suddenly saw a woman in Mengtiao's room coming over with a lantern, carrying a snack box, and asking by the window if she was asleep.Yinlian hurriedly gathered her thoughts to open the door, and greeted her with a smiling face, "I haven't slept yet, please come in, Mom."

The woman put the food box on the table, opened three kinds of delicate tea from it, brought out a bowl of chicken Yuanzi noodles, and greeted with a smile, "Today, I will send Miss Mei out of the cabinet. There are many visitors in the house, and my wife is afraid." The kitchen was too busy, so I invited a few cooks to Mr. Zhang’s house to help. Mrs. Zhang’s cook cooks a good dish, and the wife asks to give it to my aunt to taste. .”

Yinlian moved over and sat down gracefully, "Have you eaten, ma'am?"

"There is also food in the room. I have been busy all day, and I haven't had a good meal at the table. I am hungry."

Look, there is no such thing as a virtuous wife, and everyone thinks of her.Yinlian smiled, grabbed some money to reward the old woman, sent her there, turned her head and closed the door, staring at the bowl of noodles on the table.

A few chicken balls floated on the surface of the soup, thick and tender, always reminiscent of a woman's bloodless, dead skin.She suddenly felt a kind of fear, and hurriedly hid in the bedroom, stuffed herself into the bed, and squeezed from head to toe.

The old woman went back to report, Meng Tiao just finished eating, she rinsed her mouth on the couch, said "Oh", and sent the old woman off, dipping the corner of her lips with a handkerchief lightly.Meng Yu dropped the bowl and came back, also exhausted, leaned on the couch, and said with a sneer, "Do you still remember Mr. Chen from the yamen?"

The light of the lamp was knotted between Meng Yuan's slightly furrowed eyebrows, and gradually dispersed, revealing a kind of peaceful tranquility, "Is that Chen Feng? Remember, there was a lawsuit the year before last, and it was Mei Qing who went to find him to mediate it."

"It's him!" Meng Yu laughed, a little childishly mischievous, "He came today, and his face was full of displeasure, so he came out of the court for Mei Qing. He told me in private that if Mei Qing wants to marry, she should wait. , his wife is not well, it will only be a year or two, if Mei Qing is willing to wait, he will come to hire her."

Hearing this, Mengyu spat with a smile, "He has a long-term plan. My wife is not dead yet. I have already figured out what will happen in three or four years. Thanks to their husband and wife who have been together for more than ten years. It really is what my mother used to say. In other words, no one in the world can be trusted."

Meng Yu smiled awkwardly, and glanced at her through the silver screen, "It doesn't mean that everyone is unreliable, right?"

Meng Yu came back, looked at him for a while, and smiled disdainfully, "Whenever I get sick, don't be the first to attend my funeral and you will be fine."

After being stabbed, Meng Yu was not angry. Ever since he welcomed Yinlian into the door, he always felt guilty and kept secretly watching her face.

Meng Tiao is still not jealous as before, only occasionally being mean, but sometimes he is still considerate.There seems to be nothing wrong, only a little detail, for example, she used to be coquettish and soft, but recently even this shadow has disappeared.

The reason, according to Meng Yu's guess, is probably not because of Yinlian, but probably because of Dong Mo.He looked at her through a bright yellow candle, with emerald eyebrows and almond eyes, just like a strip of tobacco leaves, he always felt a little confused.

In silence, he moved to the other side of Mengyuan, put his hand through her waist, held up her hand and looked at it, "After a few days of busy work, your hands seem a little rough, are you tired?"

Meng Yu squinted at him, then rubbed the backs of his hands nonchalantly, "You have to work too."

These two words of condolences to each other often remind each other to pay equally and show a very symmetrical relationship.

This is a terrible balance. Meng Yu rested his chin on her shoulders, wrapped around her thin waist, and tried to break it, "Today Wang Tong in the yamen asked me when I will have a baby. I think, how many times will I ask?" A good doctor's conditioning and conditioning is also a matter of uncertainty..."

Meng Tiao's body was weak when he was young, and it was not easy to bear children, this is well known to both of them, because they have never discussed this matter before, they have never paid much attention to it.When she said it out of the blue tonight, her sharp bones shuddered, and she sneered, "Let's have a baby, what should we teach him? I'm afraid you and I can't pass on the skills to the child, right?"

Meng Yu suddenly felt desolate, and the thought flashed away for a while, but there was always some discomfort in her heart.He let go of her and leaned back on the pillow, "Are you only concerned about this, or is there some other reason why you don't want to have a baby?"

"What else could be the reason? Tell me." Mengyu heard a bit of sarcasm, but it's different now, his concubine lives not far away, and her guilty conscience has become more righteous.

Meng Yu smiled and stared at her for a long time, propped herself up, sat for a while, and then simply stood up, "You know it well."

Meng Yu looked up coldly, "I don't know what's in my mind, if you know, you still have to rely on you to guide me."

Meng Yu turned sideways to look at her, suddenly filled with anger!Of course he knew in his heart that Mei Qing's work was over, and tomorrow, she would go to Little Cicada Alley again.He wanted to lock her up and nail the whole house up!Wedge dead!

Lock them both up and hug each other to death.

He is not afraid of death, and is willing to fight for fame and fortune by putting his head on the head.But if he had to be desperate to win his heart, it always reminded him of when he was young, holding a job bowl to beg from house to house.

He stood for a while, but finally left.Meng Tiao didn't say anything, and calmly listened to the door creaking open and closing again.Once again, they broke up unhappy, and they were still in the two cages, looking at each other alone through the window dimly dimmed by the candlelight.

When the moon is dark in the court, and there are a few places where you sleep, it will finally be tomorrow.Tomorrow and tomorrow, the heat is approaching.Xia cicadas are noisy in Cuiyin, but they have nowhere to look, and they don't know where they are hiding. In short, there are "squeak... squeak..." sounds everywhere, making people feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.

The three hundred stone salt that Meng Yu transported to Tai'an Prefecture left the city, and Shao Wan rushed to report to Dong Mo.Dong Mo was uncharacteristically, and sat on the chair for a while without answering, his face showing a kind of irritability.

Shaoyu was afraid that he was incapable of doing things, so he hurriedly smiled again: "However, I have found out the entry and exit of the salt reported for damage and destruction in the two saltworks in Jinan. Your Excellency transported the salt out of the salt field in the name of destroying it, and these brothers were the ones who made the books. As long as these accounts are taken out, and there are also the confessions of the merchants in Tai'an Prefecture, the accounts and the deed, the evidence will be as solid as a mountain."

The difficulty lies in the unprovoked, who would confess these crimes?Never see the coffin without tears.Dong Mo's eyes were cold ashes, he pondered for a moment, and he still thought about waiting for Liu Chaoru to go to Nanjing before making plans, "They have doubled their salt production so quickly, this business is really easy to do. Just wait, we will sell salt next time." , the number must be much higher than this time.”

Na Shaoyun nodded in agreement, not in a hurry.On the other hand, Dong Mo, even though he said this, had an urgent arrow in his heart, and immediately wanted to bring Meng Yu to justice.He knew very well that it was a dream relationship.

dream far away.Is that her name?He thought about it in his heart, feeling very strange, and remembered the artificial voice in the hall of Meng's house through the screen, no matter how hard he could hook them with the appearance of "Yinlian".

Maybe they're not related at all.

So he restrained this unwise impulse, loosened and clenched the hands on the desk, loosened and clenched again.

But in the slow and fast rhymes, doubts and guesses also appear and disappear.Or Meng Yao's indeterminate whereabouts in the Meng family was just a coincidence, and the wife fell ill because of her sister's marriage, so she couldn't personally send him out of the cabinet, which made sense.

He defended himself far-fetchedly, neither his reason nor his emotions would admit defeat, and when he was tired from the fight, he fell asleep and continued to linger in the dark, not saying a word to others, and keeping himself a secret, staying put.

After two days of delay, Russia dragged out a disease instead.He didn't go to the Yamen for two days, the man Xiechun invited a famous doctor to come to see him, and prescribed side medicine.The maids only dared to step in and out on their feet, desperately trying not to make any movement, even so, Dong Mo coughed on the couch, which still made them tremble in fright.

Xie Chun is the big girl in charge, she has served him since she was a child, she has nothing to fear, she took the medicine and brought it straight to him.He rolled up the book and tapped it on the kang table, "Let's put it away."

"Eat it while it's hot."

Dong Mo glanced at her, so she had no choice but to put it aside and retreat to the corridor.Looking around, I saw two little girls sitting and talking under the west corridor.She walked over and said to one of them in a low voice: "You used to send Miss Zhang home, and you knew the door of her house. You go and tell her that Grandpa is sick, and see what she says."

The two hadn't seen each other for a few days, Xie Chun thought it was an unpleasant quarrel, and even Dong Mo, who had always been prudent and mature, lost his temper and didn't send anyone to invite him for several days in a row.If you don't invite here, you won't come there.

The girl went away under orders, and came back in half an hour, saying that the eldest girl was not at home, and the second girl went to look for it now.Xie Chun nodded and could only wait.

Caiyi finds her way back to the mansion, and catches up with Mengyu who is about to go to Xiaochanhua Lane to change clothes in the house.Seeing her coming in, she squinted her eyes and smiled at the full-length mirror, "I've just been busy here with your Miss Mei leaving the cabinet, and I'm about to go there. Can Zhang Ping be found these few days?"

"That's why I'm here to tell you that Xiechun came today and said Brother Ping is ill."

"Ill?" Meng Tiao furrowed her brows, as if it was a rare thing for Dong Mo to be sick.She hurriedly straightened her dress, looked in the mirror again, and went out, "I'm going to Qingyu Garden, you go back to Xiaochanhua Lane first."

Caiyi agreed, followed her footsteps, and gradually began to trot.At the door, just as the housekeeper was out on business, the ready-made carriage was set there.Meng Tiao went straight in, and she didn't even hear Meng Yu calling at the door to return home.

Meng Yu stood on the door, called Caiyi to him and asked, "Ma'am, what is so urgent?"

After hesitating for a while, Caiyi pinched the hem of her skirt and said, "Brother Ping is sick."

"Brother Ping?" Meng Yu frowned and thought for a while before remembering Dong Mo's name Zhang Ping.

He looked at the road on the right for a while, and it happened that the clouds in the sky were gradually gathering, and a round of golden crows surrounded him from all directions.The sun changed from golden yellow to stale in an instant, like the sunshine in a dream.

He waved his sleeves, turned around and entered the door, just as he walked into the Yinlian room, there was a sudden rainstorm behind him.

The silver-red silk gauze pasted in the Yinlian House doesn't see much light when it rains.He came in in ashes, with a dim shadow dragging on the ground, like the shackles that bound him, and fell heavily on the couch with him.

Yinlian wanted to light the lamp, but he stopped, "Don't light the lamp."

The voice was extremely low, which startled Yinlian.She put down her silver mask and went to the couch, looked at him through the red light from the window, and found that his eyes were covered with clouds, as if a rainstorm was brewing.

The raindrops outside the house crackled for a moment, but there was no rain in his eyes.He just sat there for a while, raised his face to look at Yinlian, "Have you had lunch yet?"

Yinlian regained her composure and nodded, "I don't know you're coming to eat, I ate with Yulian. Didn't you go to the wife's room to eat? I'll ask the girl to set up a meal for you to eat."

He stayed for a while, waved his sleeves, "I don't have much appetite either, I'll sleep for a while."

While Yinlian looked back at him, she went to get his clothes from the cupboard.He took it out, but he lay down on the bunk in that patched suit, with his body turned inside and his boots still on.Yinlian squatted at the end of the bed to help him take it off, but he didn't respond. She turned to look and saw that his eyes were open.

She chatted with him in detail: "I heard that the wife will prepare for Yulian's dowry? The wife is kind and willing, so she must plan for her to win Zhou Xiang. But I think, the more this is the case, the more we should be polite." Sensible. You go and tell your wife that you don’t need to bother, I have some money here, and I’ll just go with her, and you don’t need to spend money from the mansion.”

Meng Yu was still sleeping on the pillow on her side, and laughed heavily, "She is your own sister, don't you feel happy if you give her more?"

"It's not that I'm unhappy..." Yinlian pondered for a moment, got up and sat on the bed, "It shouldn't be ours, and I dare not take more. As I said earlier, I didn't come to the mansion for your money." , just to follow you."

Unexpectedly, Meng Yu turned over suddenly, looking at her with a pair of gloomy smiling eyes, "Follow me? Follow me up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, are you afraid?"

Yinlian shook her head without thinking, "I'm not afraid."

The raindrops knocked hard on the window, and pea-sized determinations fell like broken bamboos. Compared with other things in the world, they were small but extremely powerful determinations.

Meng Yu's first thought was to disdain her, thinking that she was stupid and really not as smart as Meng Yao.Then the thought that followed was her invective, how could a little girl have such courage?He smiled contemptuously, watching her without saying a word.

Yinlian was not happy to see him, so she turned her back and said angrily, "Just wait and see, I will prove it to you."

Meng Yu's expression was a little loose, and his heart was a little sour.He fell back, staring at the lilac-colored canopy.That clear and glamorous color made him think of Meng Tiao's face.

If you want to ask Mengyuan these words, she must be making fun of him for suddenly being stupid.But sometimes, he just wanted them to be a little silly.

After a while, Yinlian stepped on her embroidered shoes and fell down on his chest, asking softly, "Are you upset?"

He blurted out, "Not for you."

She also blurted out, "I know." After a moment of silence, she rubbed her face against his heart, "The old lady said that she was idle, so she hired a master to teach me how to play the pipa. I just learned a new tune. Can I play it for you?"

Meng Yu couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at her, only to see that her fluffy black hair was softly entangled, and there were two simple pearl flowers on her head.He turned his head back again, smiled, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Outside the eaves, the torrential rain was pouring like heavy bead curtains, hiding the chaos in the world.

Even the street was flooded with a lot of water, stepping on it was like stepping on a river, and people scattered in panic.The carriage drove to Fushun Street, still a short distance away from Qingyu Garden, Meng Tiao was careful, afraid that the servants in Qingyu Garden would find out that it was Meng's carriage, and would get off here.

The servant hurriedly persuaded, "Where can my wife go in such a heavy rain? Just wait in the car for a while, and come down and walk when the rain is lighter!"

The sound of the rain was crashing, and everyone was shouting at the top of their voices.Meng Tiao opened the curtain to jump down, but when he saw him blocking him, he also shouted at the top of his voice, "What are you afraid of? I won't get wet!"

The servant refused to give way, and blocked her from this side, so she threw herself on the other side and jumped down.The servant hurriedly took out an umbrella from the taxi and handed it to her, "Madam is holding an umbrella anyway!"

Meng Tiao randomly took it and propped it on his head, and ran forward with his skirt.Where can such a big umbrella be carried?On the contrary.After running a few steps, her whole body was already soaked, so she simply threw away the umbrella, grabbed the skirt with both hands and ran, running with great strides, revealing the trousers under the skirt, unexpectedly ignoring the slightest bit of beauty and behavior.

Maybe the rain was so heavy that it washed everything else out of her mind, and she only thought about why Dong Mo got sick when he was so good?I've known him this year, and I've never heard of him having a headache.He also remembered some anecdotes he heard from Meng Yu before. Some officials offended people in the officialdom, and died for no reason.Dong Mo was in charge of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so he did not know how many people he had offended in secret.

With this thought, he ran forward even harder.When he ran to the door, even the guard at the door was startled, he stared at her for a while before he recognized her, he hurriedly opened an umbrella and sent her to the garden.

Although Dong Mo felt a little dizzy, he felt that it was not good for a man to lie on the bed, so he sat behind the desk for a long time.Wearing a thin dharma cloak of crow blue, with a straight green body underneath.Scrolling the book, I read a few words occasionally, and my thoughts drifted to other places involuntarily.

Probably because of illness, my thoughts are very scattered, and I think of many things in a scattered way, even a small incident when I was ten years old.

At that time, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family was eating in the hall, and he offered incense to his father. After this delay, the table was already dispersed in the hall, the servants were collecting the dishes, and the screens and curtains were being removed on the stage.There was only a pale moon left in the courtyard, separating him from the whole family.

He walked alone, sat and lay alone, and it was only half his life that he met Meng Tiao.Her name is Meng Tiao, right?He wasn't sure either.

Suddenly, thunder and lightning fell on Dong Mo's side, and he turned his head to see a figure swaying outside the wide open window, running muddyly from the other side of the cave door to the courtyard.He rushed to the bottom of the corridor in an instant, and heard the sound of hurried feet stomping.

Looking sideways from the screen, Meng Yuan is like a water ghost coming out from the bottom of some lake, the clothes and skirts are dripping with rain, the black buns are scattered, sticking to the face and dripping in strands, the beauty is gone Even if she was slapped in the face when they first met, she might not be in such a mess.

Water leaked out of the embroidered shoes as soon as she stomped on them, she simply stepped on them, stepped in with wet socks, looked around, "Zhang Ping, Zhang Ping? Are you in the house? Xie Chun, Xie Chun, why are you not seeing anyone?"

Meng Tiao was about to come to the little study room, she guessed that according to Dong Mo's temperament, he would not sleep on the bed even when he was sick, he had a tough mouth and tough bones, and he wanted to find an excuse for being soft-hearted.

Sure enough, he ran into Dong Mo head-on inside the screen.He was wearing a cloak, his hair was loosely tied in a bun, his face was a little whiter than usual, and his eyes were darkened.

Mengyu felt that he had suddenly become much emaciated, and suspected that he had suffered a lot of poison, so he hurriedly pulled his arm, "Why are you standing here? Where is Xiechun? I don't care about you?"

She couldn't pull him, and saw that he was abnormal, so she became anxious, and looked at him with his arms upside down, "What's wrong with you? Xiechun send someone to tell me that you are sick, is it sick or something?" Who did you harm? Your mouth has no color!"

Dong Mo stared at her steadily with lowered eyes, feeling a little ruthless and resentful in his heart.No one dared to lie to him like this, no matter how many criminals he had interrogated, no matter how hard the bone was, he had to tell the truth in his hands.He wanted to strangle her slender neck for a moment!Cut off everything that was confusing and embarrassing him.

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his bluish-white face made Mengyu more anxious, and even jumped up with his arms hanging, "Zhang Ping, don't scare me!"

As he said this, tears suddenly rolled out of his eyes in rows, mixed with the rain on his face and sticking to his messy hair, it was hard to tell which line was water, which line was tears and which line was snot.

After all, Dong Mo's raised hand did not reach her neck, but hugged her in his arms.He closed his eyes over her head, oblivious to the obvious truth.

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