flstandardbreds Chapter 175 The Man Standing on the Cloud
Chapter 175 The Man Standing on the Cloud
Qing'er was still sober now, and she didn't rush out, but advised:
"We should take a look at the young lady's injuries first."
The mother agreed.
Mother, wet nurse and Qing'er examined Wang Jinyi's entire body, and all three of them couldn't help but shed tears.
Wang Jinyi's body was covered with bruises of varying sizes from front to back. In some places, subcutaneous blood vessels could be seen bleeding, and the blood was clearly visible under the skin. In other places, bruises and purples were mixed together, looking extremely horrific.
The mother immediately fell down beside the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
Zhu Yu woke up from another bed. When he turned his head, he saw the lady covering her mouth and crying. The wet nurse and Qing'er were dressing the young lady. They were frightened awake, slid off the small bed to the ground, and crawled to the lady's feet on their knees.
"Madam, I am willing to accompany Miss with my life. It was me who harmed Miss. I will go with Miss and serve her there. I will never do this again. I will take good care of Miss. Madam, I am willing to accompany Miss with my life!"
The mother was shocked and angry:
"Shut up!"
Qing'er and the wet nurse both understood that Zhu Yu was going over there to serve the young lady, and they were very angry when they heard that.
Qing'er immediately dragged Zhu Yu up and pressed her to the bedside.
"Look, open your eyes and look, all the injuries on the young lady's body are caused by you, and you even cursed the young lady, you bad girl..."
There were cries and noises in the house, making the backyard of Guangji Hall restless. Zheng Yan came with a medicine jar to deliver medicine to his idol. Hearing the commotion at the back, a clear child's voice called out:
"This is a pharmacy, not a market! No noise allowed!" Then he pushed the door open and walked in.
He yelled, "The patient needs to rest. What are you thinking of doing by making a scene here? Don't you want your young lady to get better?!"
The mother didn't dare cry anymore, she just covered her mouth and sobbed softly. Qing'er let go of Zhu Yu and continued to serve the young lady.
Wang Jinyi's body is soft now. No matter what the outside world is like, her complexion has just recovered. It is no longer as pale as before, but has turned waxy yellow. The color of her lips has also returned to normal, with a faint blood color.
Zhu Yu knelt beside the young lady's bed, tears streaming down her face, not daring to speak a word.
At this time, Wang Jinyi in the dream was following the girl in a daze, and they flew forward to a mountain.
The mountain stands tall and the clouds float across the mountainside, making it look like a fairyland. Wang Jinyi secretly admired that the girl turned out to be the fairy in his dream!
I saw strange flowers and plants growing around me, and clouds and smoke lingering around me. The girl in front of me floated away on the auspicious clouds. Wang Jinyi was left alone in the beautiful wonderland. Just as I was wondering secretly, someone suddenly floated over from afar.
The man was standing alone on the top of the cloud, floating with the cloud just like himself. When the two clouds passed by each other, Wang Jinyi saw clearly that the man was weaving something.
Wang Jinyi knew at a glance that it was the birthday gift she had woven for Chen Zhiyuan in her previous life. She had specially learned it at that time. It was an intangible cultural heritage weaving skill.
The man seemed to be weaving a big mat. Rattan and hemp were entangled with each other, one pressing on the other, with warp and weft alternating, weaving into a big mat of light and dark. The two clouds slowly drifted away.
Wang Jinyi only took a few quick glances and suddenly discovered that the two different materials on the mat formed two colors, which turned out to be the capital letter "知爱" in Chinese pinyin. The five letters were concise and easy to recognize.
Wang Jinyi recognized the five letters with just a quick glance, but didn't have time to look at the person above the cloud.
Wang Jinyi was going crazy and wanted to turn his head to chase that man. Just now, that man lowered his head and he didn't see his appearance clearly, but he remembered that he was not wearing a robe, but a short suit.
The only thing that still allowed him to determine the era was that this person had a long bun, as if that person was also in ancient times!
He taught himself the method of weaving mats, the capital pinyin "致爱", that is Chen Zhizhiyuan's patent!
That's Chen Zhiyuan!
Wang Jinyi shouted: "Chen Zhiyuan..."
No one in this wonderland responded.
It had been two days since Wang Jinyi returned home from Guangjitang. When my grandmother got the news that day, she rushed to No. 9 Yongxing Lane.
He had been staying in Yongxing Lane for the past two days, and had specially sent his son, who was about to take the imperial examination in the autumn, back to the Wang family's old house.
Wang Jinyi’s father and grandfather were both unaware of the accidental injury.
The father went to the old house to review his lessons. To avoid any troubles in the backyard, only the father and son stayed in the upper courtyard of the old house. Every day, the grandfather would check the second son's homework and ask him to do the imperial examination questions from previous years. Then the father and son would explain and analyze each question...
Neither of them knew the reason for their grandmother's arrangement. My grandfather thought that the family was worried that their second son would only have this one chance to take the imperial examination, and they were afraid that something might go wrong, so they hoped to get a good result in one fell swoop.
But my father thought that this was a special compensation for arranging him to guard the clan’s cemetery.
The father and son, one focused on studying, the other on tutoring. Both were so absorbed in their studies that they did not notice that No. 9 Yongxing Lane had entered a strange dull state.
Not to mention the group of people who were accompanying them to Lingyun Temple, they all felt a little guilty. Just take Zhu Yu's example, over the past two days, the seven-year-old child has a sad face like a little old lady, his facial features are tense and his expression is dull.
She was not worried that the lady would punish her with family rules, but she was worried that the young lady would continue to sleep like this. What should she do? !
Zhu Yu's mouth was full of fire. He couldn't eat or sleep. All the fat on his face that he had gained when he first entered the Wang family had disappeared.
Ever since Wang Wendong came home from school that day and saw a group of people carrying his sister back home, and learned that his sister had rolled down the hillside again, he began to worry about his mother and his sister.
But I was only a child and had no spare energy, so I started copying the Great Compassion Mantra again after school.
In order to pray for his sister, Wang Wendong became more sincere. He not only read and wrote at the same time, but also knelt down to copy the scriptures.
Every day when he got up before going to bed, his legs were numb and he couldn't stand up. The nanny would always kindly help the young master up and put him on a chair.
Wang Wendong was worried that the nanny would say something wrong, so he always warned her:
"Mammy, please don't tell my family..."
Wang Jinyi experienced fantastic scenes in her dream, her head was dizzy, and she was immersed in a mysterious and beautiful fairyland. It seemed that there was a mysterious force pulling her to stay in an illusory world, and she couldn't bear to leave!
The mother, who sat by the bed and took care of her daughter day and night, felt extremely annoyed. She had worked so hard and lost a lot of weight. She felt indescribable regret in her heart as to why she had taken her daughter to the place where the accident happened again.
The daughter fell severely at the same scene and fell into a coma again.
Looking at my daughter's increasingly thin face, it seemed as if she was accusing me of being careless. Last time, I held my daughter tightly, which saved her life, but I didn't learn my lesson.