All Hail Cousin Brother

At the end of the first lunar month, a thick layer of snow fell in the yard.

Anshou Hall in the North Campus of Jingzhaoyu Mansion.

The earth dragon was burning in the room, and it was warm. Madam Yu, who was over fifty years old, was wearing a ginger-yellow tuanshou pattern jacket, and leaned on the big welcoming pillow with her eyes closed. Because she worshiped the Buddha all the year round, a string of red sandalwood seven-treasure beads was wrapped around her wrist. .

"Old Madam, Bigeng porridge is light and easy to digest, so you can eat two bites if you like." Seeing that the porridge on the ebony wood Eight Immortals table hadn't touched a single mouthful, Mammy Liu comforted her.

Old Madam Yu said "Ouch": "How can I bear to think that my little girl is still suffering in the Buddhist hall?"

Grandma Liu didn't know how to persuade her.

The old madam loves the eldest lady, and she can eat half a bowl of rice when she sees the eldest lady on weekdays. It has only been half an hour since the eldest lady was punished to go to the Buddhist hall, and the old lady is very uncomfortable.

Speaking of her granddaughter, Mrs. Yu sighed for a while: "Oh, Yaoyao lost her mother when she was young, and his father also favors the sick child raised by his step-wife. As a grandmother, I usually pamper her a little bit. What do you think?" , am I wrong?"

Granny Liu held a beauty paddle and helped her beat her legs: "This is a serious word. The eldest lady is nine years old, and she is also a child at heart. It is common for sisters to bump into each other. Maybe it was because of carelessness. Miss San was not intentional, you have been punished and punished, so Miss San is fine, as the eldest lady is a stepmother, it is possible that she can still argue with her stepdaughter, the eldest lady is still young, and she will take it easy in the future It’s not too late to teach.”

How could she fail to understand the old lady's mood.

The eldest lady was less than a month old when her own mother passed away, and she followed her stepmother into the door. The old lady took pity on her eldest granddaughter, so she raised the eldest lady by her side, the pain was like eyeballs.

If it weren't for this time, the eldest lady accidentally pushed the third lady to the ground, frightened the weak third lady, developed a high fever for two days, and almost killed her, the old lady would not be willing to harden her heart and punish her The lady kneels in the Buddhist hall.

"It's still clear to you." Madam Yu felt better and had an appetite. She stood up while supporting Nanny Liu's arm, walked to the Eight Immortals table and sat down.

Grandma Liu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the old lady would go to the Buddhist hall to pick up the eldest lady after finishing her meal.

Mrs. Yu had just eaten a small bowl of green rice porridge when hurried footsteps came from outside the door: "Old lady, Missy passed out in the Buddhist hall."

When Madam Yu heard the words, she became dizzy and stood up from the round stool "suddenly", "My Yaoyao, hurry up, help me to have a look at Yaoyao..."

An Shoutang was in chaos.

The entire Yu Mansion also turned its back on its back.

Old Mrs. Yu was sitting in front of the bed, looking at her granddaughter, who was lying on the bed, her little face was as white as a piece of paper, and she kept talking nonsense. Words: "No, it hurts, Yaoyao hurts so much, I'm afraid, grandma, grandma, save Yaoyao..."

Yu Youyao, the eldest lady of the Yu Mansion, had been in a coma all day, and at night she had a high fever, her body was cold and hot for a while.

Doctors invited one after another, and they all said that Yu Youyao was frightened and paralyzed.

Bowl after bowl of calming soup, calming soup, and antipyretic medicine prescribed by the doctor were brought into the house, and bowl after bowl was pinched and poured into Yu Youyao's small mouth, but none of them worked.

The little man curled up on the bed, rolled himself into a ball, covered his chest with his hands, and clutched the skirt of his chest tightly, crying for cold and pain for a while, not knowing exactly where the pain was, but Madam Yu's heart ached.

Mrs. Yu twirled the Buddha beads with one hand, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief with the other: "My life is so miserable, I lost my mother when I was young, and I am another old bone of a grandmother, which made my good granddaughter suffer." It's a big sin, if Yaoyao is not good, I, the old lady, will also forget it."

The expressions of all the people guarding the room froze, the old lady was clearly pointing fingers at Sang Huai, she really lost her heart.

In her eyes, only Yu Youyao is the granddaughter of her direct relatives, and the others are just grass on the side of the road.

Thinking this way in my heart, but no one present dared to say a word, and hurriedly spoke out to comfort him.

"Mother, what are you talking about? A lucky person has his own appearance, and he will be fine after a while."

"Grandma, you are getting old, you have to take good care of yourself."

"Old lady, the eldest lady is still ill, you can't say such unlucky words."

"..."

In a daze, Yu Youyao heard the chattering voices in the room, but she was deeply trapped in a terrible nightmare.

In the dream, Yu Youyao, who had grown up, was lying on the cold and hard bed, tightly wrapping the old and moldy quilt around her body, shivering from the cold.

Her throat was itchy, she opened her mouth and let out a "cough", and cold air rushed in.

"Cough, cough—" A heart-piercing cough caused Yu Youyao a dull pain in her heart. She tightly covered her mouth, and dark red blood spilled from between her fingers.

"Chunxiao...cough..." Yu Youyao called the maid who served beside her.

With a "squeak", someone opened the door and came in.

Yu Youyao thought it was Chunxiao who had come back, so she raised her eyes and saw a young man in a royal blue dress and a crane-pattern cloak standing at the door, looking at her indifferently.

He is slender and tall, with a handsome appearance, and the shabby courtyard can't hide his elegance.

Zhen Guohou Song Mingzhao——

her husband!

Song Mingzhao walked to the bed, looked at her condescendingly, with indifference in his eyes: "Yu Youyao."

Swallowing the cough in her throat, Yu Youyao moved her lips, wanting to open her mouth to curse, but when she touched the man's indifferent expression, she suddenly realized——

Invective is also futile.

Song Mingzhao gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Yu Youyao: "Jiajia has been in a coma for five days, and she still hasn't woken up. Your painstaking effort has no effect on her."

Upon hearing the news, Yu Youyao froze for a moment, then laughed heart-piercingly, tears streaming down her face, her hoarse voice seemed to have been ground by sand, and it was piercingly piercing.

"Hahaha cough...cough ha..." The laughter was mixed with coughing, like a madman: "Yu Jianjia is finally going to die, haha, she should have died..."

At the age of fourteen, her grandmother who loved her the most died of illness.

At that time, Song Mingzhao, who was still the son of the eldest son, was nineteen years old. The Zhen Guohou Mansion was worried that she would miss the important event of being a heir by observing filial piety for three years, so he proposed to his father, Yu Zongzheng, to get married within a hundred days of the funeral.

Married daughters only need to observe filial piety for one year. Although this proposal is a bit hasty, it is also in line with etiquette.

Father agrees!

She has a filial piety, and it is not easy to arrange a marriage in a big way. The Zhen Guohou's mansion is both low-key and rash, and takes her into the Zhen Guohou's mansion with eight sedan chairs, and hastily pays homage.

She has become the wife of Zhen Guohou Shizi, and others are envious of her.

Because she has not reached Jiji's age, and she is filial, she is not suitable for consummating the house, so she and Song Mingzhao live in separate rooms.

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