Yu Xiaoxiu pulled Yu Shu into the big room and closed the door, intending to teach her about etiquette, righteousness, honor and shame. But before he could start, he heard Jing Chen knocking on the door from outside. He threw Yu Shu aside, turned around and opened the door. He said in a bad mood, "We brothers have something to talk about. Brother Jing, you go back to your room and rest first."
Then he was about to close the door again.
Jing Chen glanced at Yu Xiaoxiu, who was secretly waving at Yu Shu and winking at him. He blocked the door with one hand, cleared his throat, and said word by word, "Xiaoji …" Halfway through his words, Yu Xiaoxiu's expression suddenly froze. He stared blankly at Jing Chen who had just called out to him, "Jing, Brother Jing, you, did you just talk to me?"
Yu Shu patted his shoulder from behind and said proudly, "Your Brother Jing can speak. Are you happy?" Yu Xiaoxiu nodded in surprise. This sudden good news had rushed into his mind, and for a moment, he forgot that the two of them were hugging in the room.
"Then why are you still standing there?" Yu Shu pushed his shoulder, "Go and see if the water on the stove is boiling. There is chrysanthemum tea I bought the day before yesterday in the cupboard. Make a pot for your Brother Jing to moisten his throat."
"Oh, oh, okay!" Yu Xiaoxiu was fooled away, and Yu Shu was relieved to escape a lecture. She turned her head and met Jing Chen's puzzled eyes. She uncomfortably combed her loose hair behind her ear and beckoned him to sit down in the room. She stood in front of him and asked, "How do you feel now? Does your throat hurt? Does it hurt anywhere?" Jing Chen shook his head, and suddenly remembered that he could speak now. He opened his mouth and said in a somewhat obscure way, "It's not hard."
"Really?" Yu Shu did not believe him, mainly because he had too many criminal records. She lit the oil lamp and brought it closer to him, "Open your mouth and let me see, ah …"
Jing Chen obediently opened his mouth. With the help of the light, Yu Shu could see that his throat was red behind the coating of his tongue. She frowned and muttered to herself, "I have to invite a doctor over tomorrow."
Putting down the oil lamp, Yu Shu went out to get a basin of water, wrung a handkerchief, and handed it to Jing Chen to wipe his sweat. She sat down opposite him. She wanted to ask him what nightmare he just had, but she was afraid that his throat would be hurt if he spoke too much since he had just regained the ability to speak, so she suppressed her curiosity.
Jing Chen covered his face with the handkerchief and recalled the fragments of the dream. He took a deep breath, took off the handkerchief, and turned to look at Yu Yu Shu, and said slowly, "I, I seem, I dreamt, I, I, I dreamt, I, I, Yu Chen, and Chen, Yu Shu, I Shu, I, Yu," Chen, and Yu, and said, Yu, Yu, to, "Chen," Do you know who caused you to be like that? "
She could still remember Jing Chen's half-dead appearance when he was picked up on the boat. He was a martial artist, and to be able to injure him like that, the culprit was definitely not someone easy to deal with.
Jing Chen shook his head, and said with a disappointed expression, "Only, I dreamt, there was a group of people, chasing me."
"Oh," Yu Shu sat back down in disappointment, and looked at his forehead and ears, which were wet with sweat, and said gently, "Don't think too much, after boiling some water, go wash and change your clothes, take your medicine, and rest early." Jing Chen nodded, and stood up with the help of the table. Yu Shu followed behind him, and watched him return to his room. She looked up at the moon in the sky, and stood alone in the courtyard for a while. Because of the gloominess brought about by Xia Jiangying's death, it was diluted by the joy of Jing Chen recovering his voice. She took a deep breath, and even took a few breaths, and her mood became much more relaxed.
"Pa, Pa"
There was a knock on the courtyard door, but there was no call. Yu Shu thought that Xia Mingming had returned, and went to open the door. Sure enough, she saw Xia Mingming standing outside alone.
"Why did you come back so late? You are alone, and you didn't let Fei Wei see you off?"
The sky was dark, and she couldn't see Xia Mingming's expression clearly. After Yu Shu finished speaking, she waited for a while, but she didn't hear a reply, and also didn't see her enter the door. She thought that something was wrong, and wanted to pull her in, but just as she stretched out her hand, Xia Mingming walked forward and hugged her.
"Ashu."
The impact made Yu Shu take a step back, and the wet and warm feeling on her neck let her know that Xia Mingming was crying. After a slight hesitation, she patted her back, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you crying again? I heard from Xiaoxiu that you went to the Supreme Court, right?"
"… Yes, I killed Fourth Sister."
Xia Mingming's words were shocking, and Yu Shu's expression changed. She pulled her in with one hand, closed the courtyard door with the other, and pulled her back to the room. When they passed by the kitchen door, Yu Xiaoxiu, who rushed out to see what was going on, waved his hand and asked him to wait outside.
After closing the door, Yu Shu pressed Xia Mingming to sit on her bed, put the lamp on the bedside, turned around, and said with a serious expression, "What did you mean by what you said just now? What did you mean by you killed your Fourth Sister? "
Xia Mingming lowered her head, took a deep breath, and hugged her shoulders, shivering, and said with red eyes, "Today, when I went to the Supreme Court to inquire about the progress of the case, I overheard Magistrate Chu talking to his subordinates. He said that the murderer could enter and leave the Imperial Historian's Library without leaving a trace, so he must be familiar with the inner court. The murder was premeditated, and he sneaked into the inner room from the back window at night. The person he wanted to kill might not be my Fourth Sister, but the young miss of the Ji family who lived in the second room in the east pavilion."
Xia Mingming cried until she was gasping for breath, "If, if I didn't go to find Fourth Sister, Fourth Sister wouldn't have changed rooms with Miss Ji. So it was all because of me that Fourth Sister encountered such a disaster. I killed Fourth Sister, it was me." Yu Shu was alarmed. Just now, she thought that Xia Mingming really did something, but it turned out that she had figured out the key point of Xia Jiangying and Ji Xingxuan changing rooms. However, looking at her regretful and hateful expression, it was better to let her continue to be confused.
After thinking for a while, Yu Shu sat down beside her, patted her knee, and advised, "Mingming, don't let your imagination run wild. Did you forget that you had a nightmare that night? You clearly dreamed that your Fourth Sister had an accident on a rainy day. In the end, it didn't rain that night, right?"
Xia Mingming nodded absentmindedly, "Yes, it didn't rain that night. I dreamed of a rainy night. It can't be wrong."
"So, think about it, if you didn't go to find her, then even if she didn't have an accident on a rainy night, she would have had an accident on a rainy night. What does this have to do with whether you went to find her or not? Moreover, it was your Fourth Sister who decided to change rooms with Miss Ji. The murderer is the one who killed your Fourth Sister. If you want to blame someone, blame the murderer for being so cruel. How can you say that you killed her? "
Yu Shu knew that it was a little far-fetched for her to enlighten Xia Mingming like this, because even she felt that Xia Jiangying's accident was caused by her and Ji Xingxuan changing rooms. However, the dead had passed away. No matter how regretful and guilty the living were, the dead would not come back to life.
After listening to Yu Shu's words, Xia Mingming gradually stopped choking. She slowly turned her head, her eyes wavering with uncertainty, as if she was longing for a chance to convince herself. She nervously and carefully asked, "Is it this cake?"
Yu Shu secretly sighed and held her hand, "Haven't you always been curious about the capable person who taught me the Art of Yi? Let me tell you, the Master who taught me the Art of Yi once gave me advice. He said, 'Fortune and misfortune can be avoided, but life and death cannot be avoided. If there is one less disaster today, there will be retribution in the future.' It is true that divination can predict what will happen after one's death, but it is difficult to defy fate. How many people in this world can fight against fate? Look at those Virtuous Paragons from ancient times. In the end, they couldn't escape the word 'death'. If your fourth sister is facing a calamity, then she couldn't avoid it. If this is a Death Tribulation, how could it be so easy to escape? "
That day, when Zhao Hui's life was hanging by a thread, she stubbornly saved her. After that, Daoist Qing Zheng was furious with her. Although she did not know what method he used to help her avoid retribution, she was not arrogant enough to think that she was more capable than her Master and could ignore the fate of others.
This was also why when she knew that Xia Jiangying was about to encounter a disaster, she initially held an attitude of not doing anything and did not do her best to help her. She was afraid that Xia Jiangying's disaster was not a disaster, but a disaster of death. If she changed it, this time, there was no Daoist Qing Zheng to help her avoid it.
The most terrifying thing was not knowing what you would face, but not knowing what you would face. She admitted that she was afraid, but she was not ashamed of it. This was because there were many things she could do in this world, and there were also many things she could not do. The principle she used to distinguish between what she could and could not do was called the price.
Some things were worth it, and some things were not.
It was like when she went against her conscience to earn that black money to pay for her brother Yu Lei's high medical fees. In the eyes of outsiders, it was shameless, but to her, it was worth it.
After Xia Mingming heard Yu Shu's words, although she could not completely understand it, the thought of wanting to die as an apology was dispelled. She looked at Yu Shu's exceptionally bright eyes under the light, and the shadow in her heart was dispelled a little. She couldn't help but lean into her arms again. She hugged her with both hands and wiped her tears on her clothes. She said in a nasal voice, "Thank you. Ashu, it's so good to meet you. "
Yu Shu patted her head in a doting manner. She liked the feeling of being trusted, and it made her think of her brother Yu Lei. That child who always had her worry about everything, no matter how old he was, no matter if he was responsible or not.
This was the second time she thought of Yu Lei today. Previously, she was busy making a living, so she almost did not have time to think about her family who was 500 years away from her.
Unknowingly, half a year had passed. She did not know how they were now, and whether they had already walked away from the sadness of her passing.
She hoped that they were all well.
"Dong Dong" The sound of knocking on the door brought Yu Shu back from her thoughts. She could hear Yu Xiaoxiu's voice outside the door. "Brother Jing's medicine is ready. Are you done talking? Let's make dinner quickly."
"Got it. I'm coming." Yu Shu responded. She patted Xia Mingming and signaled her to let go of her. "Wipe your tears and sit alone. I'll go cook. I'll tell you something good later."
"Okay." Xia Mingming nodded. She stood up and went to the washbasin. She scooped up some water and splashed it on her face. After waking up, she raised her head and looked at the shaking face in the mirror. She closed her eyes and silently said, "Fourth Sister, I swear that I will never let those who hurt you go."
As soon as Yu Shu opened the door, she heard Yu Xiaoxiu's stomach growl. She couldn't help but laugh. "Oh?"
Yu Xiaoxiu rubbed his stomach and scratched his face in embarrassment.
"Let's go. I'll go cook for you now. Come help me." Yu Shu pressed his shoulder and intimately pushed him to the kitchen. She looked up at the moon in the night sky.
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