MTL - Guide To the HE of the Former Female Supporting Role-Chapter 47

In the ninth year of the Suiyang calendar, winter.

At that time, the world was ruled by one master, and the emperors of all dynasties relied on the clan's breath. For a hundred years, the nine major clans had a prominent reputation and each had authority.

The Jing family in Luoyang is the head of the clan, with inexhaustible prestige and wealth.

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Luoyang, the main residence of the Jing family.

Carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent and colorful glow, Qushui corridor.

Amidst the white snow, a group of maidservants in green clothes, white fur collars and small buns hurried in and out of a courtyard.

On the bluestone slabs cleaned by the servants, more than a dozen boxes and cages full of things were carried away by the strong servants wrapped in ropes. They walked out of the yard, walked through the veranda, stepped over the hanging flower gate, and arrived at the gate of Jingfu. The cage is unloaded and loaded with ropes.

In Yaoguang Garden, Feiyuan, a maidservant wearing a green jacket, walked slowly, and opened the curtain of Xinuang Pavilion with bare hands, with a friendly smile on her fox face, "My lady, everything is packed, you can go .”

On the couch in the warm pavilion, sat two women of about fifteen or sixteen years of age, one of whom was dressed similarly to Fei Yuan, both wearing a green jacket, but with a tender face, a pair of almond eyes, and a naive look, it was the other girl from Yaoguangyuan. The big maid Xia Tao.

Seeing Feiyuan come in, Chuntao paused her hand rubbing the ink, looked at her and said: "I should wait a little longer, the lady is composing a poem!"

"Oh?" Fei Yuan subconsciously looked at the person sitting by the couch when she heard the words.

I saw that he was wrapped in a white short jacket embroidered with silver patterns, his blue torn skirt was embroidered with cloud patterns, his waist was slender, his black hair was pulled into a double snail bun, and a white jade butterfly hairpin was inserted in the bun, followed by a white tassel headband. The face is full of crescent eyebrows, and the bright eyes are good at gazing, even without makeup, it can also be overwhelmed.

Seeing her wife lost her mind again, Fei Yuan came to the side of the couch after regaining her senses, glanced at the poem on the rice paper on the case table, and then read out: "It's the end of spring again, and it's only a good time for summer. "

"Young lady misses Xia Tian again, right?" Fei Yuan said with a smile after thinking about it.

"That's right, the four seasons of the year, only summer, my lady can feel better." Xia Tao interjected, looking at Jing Zhao with pity.

Jing's Zhaozhao is the youngest daughter of the head of the Jing family in Luoyang. She has three older brothers who support Jing's prestige.

She, the only direct daughter, has been doted on since she was a child, but it is a pity that the root of the disease fell from her mother's womb. She was born with a cold and sickly body, and the medicine did not work. She can only be nourished with some tonics to continue her life.

Every winter, when the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, Jing Zhao will leave Jing Zhai to go to another courtyard on Yanshan Mountain.

There is a natural soup pool on Yanshan Mountain, which can help her keep out the cold and keep healthy. Today is the time to leave.

On the right side of the couch is a round rhombus window. Jing Zhao stretched out his plain hand and gently pushed the window door, revealing a piece of snow outside. When the breeze picked up, crystal snowflakes floated in along the window and landed on the table. Quickly melts into a wet streak.

"My lady! No!"

Seeing Jing Zhao's actions, Feiyuan and Chuntao turned pale with shock at the same time, and hurried forward to stop them.

Jing Zhao let go of the window before they pulled her back, his smoky eyes were full of melancholy, and Shengxue's face as big as a slap was a little pale.

"Why is the lady so self-willed? What if the wind blows?" Feiyuan handed the stove to Jing Zhao while calling Xia Tao, "Quickly, go and get the lady's cloak!"

"It's okay, let's go!" Jing Zhao pulled his lips, then got up from the bed, moved lightly with lotus steps, and the water-blue skirt swayed slightly, like ripples on the surface of the water.

The group quickly left the yard, Fei Yuan held an umbrella and supported Jing Zhao who was wrapped in a cloak and a hood and covered with light veil, Xia Tao followed beside her, and behind her were five or six second-class maids in Tsing Yi.

When they got to the gate, they went out from the main gate. There were three carriages and dozens of guards. The leader riding on a tall red-brown horse was Yan Fang, the commander of the guards in the mansion.

Yan Fang was tall and tall, wearing silver armor, with a square face. When he saw Jing Zhao coming out, he stepped forward to salute unhurriedly, "I have seen the lady, the carriages and horses have been checked, and we can go out at any time."

Out of etiquette, Yan Fang didn't dare to look directly at Jing Zhao, lowered his head slightly, and only heard a soft voice like catkins flicking: "There is a leader, Lao Yan, let's go."

Yan Fang's heart trembled, and he quickly replied: "My lady, you don't need to be too polite, this is what your subordinates should do."

After speaking, he turned around and waited beside the carriage, and escorted Jing Zhao into the carriage.

Jing Zhao and his two personal servants sat in the carriage in the middle, and the rest of the servants sat in the other two carriages, followed by guards on horseback, and the wheels creaked and creaked on the road.

It was snowing all over the sky, and the journey was difficult, but Yanshan Mountain was not far away, and they took the official road, and they arrived at the foot of Yanshan Mountain in less than half a day.

Commander Yan was riding on the horse with his back straight, holding the horse rope with one hand, and touching the saber at his waist with the other, with twinkling eyes, always alert to the wind and grass around him.

Suddenly, he raised his hand toward the back to signal the team to stop, reined in his horse, and cautiously approached an object lying in the middle of the snow not far ahead.

When I got closer, I realized that it was nothing but a person covered in heavy snow.

Yan Fang frowned, then knelt down on one knee, stretched out his hand to feel for the man's pulse, and found that there was still a weak pulse, so he got up and walked to the carriage door in the middle to report the situation.

There was silence in the carriage for a while, and then the soft voice sounded again, "Carry him to the carriage behind and let Dr. Zhang take a look at him."

Yan Fang answered "Yes", and then followed what Jing Zhao said. After several guards worked together to lift the man into the carriage, the team that stayed in place for a while began to move forward again.

There are many pines and cypresses on Yanshan Mountain, and the natural soup pool on the mountainside is owned by Jing's family. The villa here was also specially built by Jing Zhao's mother after learning of Jing Zhao's illness.

After the group arrived at Yanshan Biezhuang, the layout of the main courtyard was handed over to other maids.

The servants of the Jing family have been strictly selected and trained, and they are quick to move the brocades, flower screens, hanging paintings, screens, carpets, and decorations that Jing Zhao often brings into the room. , one by one summed up properly.

Feiyuan and Xia Tao followed Jing Zhao, and they quickly cleaned up Tangchifang.

The water from the soup pool in Biezhuang is led to the mountains, and it is warm and hot in all seasons.

Inside the house, white mist is steaming in the flower-shaped pool, and the bottom of the pool is covered with warm jade, matching the water temperature, making it more comfortable.

Feiyuan and Xia Tao waited for Jing Zhao to take off her dress, and then stepped down the jade ladder from the side of the pool mouth, and when they sat down in the pool, the water in the pool just reached their shoulders.

Jing Zhao leaned against the pool, closed his eyes slightly, and said to the maidservant, "Go out first, I'll call you later."

Feiyuan and Xia Tao knew Jing Zhao's habits, and they didn't insist on staying, and said after blessing, "Yes, lady."

The two exited the inner room, covered by a screen, and the hanging white gauze fluttered slightly in the water vapor.

Jing Zhao closed her eyes and soaked for a while. When she felt sleepy, the warm air felt a chill for no reason. She subconsciously opened her eyes, stood up and called out, "Feiyuan Xiatao."

The woman's topless, naked and graceful figure could not be covered by the steam at all, and the gust of wind from nowhere in the room rolled up the white gauze lightly, and the falling arc was slightly larger.

The maidservant who had been waiting outside the door responded in time, then pushed the door open and entered, and asked Jing Zhao through the screen, "Is the lady going to get up?"

"Hmm..." After Jing Zhaoqian replied, he seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "What happened to the person I picked up on the road?"

The two took the clothes and helped Jing Zhao get up from the bath to get dressed, and replied, "Don't worry, lady, Dr. Zhang has already diagnosed and treated the man. The man fainted due to hunger and cold. He has been prescribed medicine and placed in a remote hospital."

Xia Tao has a lively personality, and after listening to Feiyuan's words, she did not forget to joke: "I heard from the maids in the side courtyard that he is quite a handsome young gentleman! Do you want to go and see, my lady?"

Feiyuan shot Xia Tao a look, the lady had just finished taking a hot bath, she should go back to her room to have a good rest at this time, but she still urged people to go out, she really didn't know what was serious.

Fei Yuan was always steady, but before she could say what was in her heart, Jing Zhao said, "Let's go, go and have a look, and inquire about the birthplace of the name, so we can make arrangements."

If the lady's order is not related to her body, no one can disobey it. Even though Fei Yuan doesn't want to go out, she can only nod in agreement.

The heavy snow had stopped, but there was no sunshine in the sky, and the sun was covered by dark clouds, as if there was a bigger storm waiting to hit.

The side courtyard of the villa is far less exquisite and gorgeous than the main courtyard, and the maids serving the side yard are also the sons of Zhuangzi's family, and have been responsible for the management of the villa.

Some little maids were a little scared when they saw Jing Zhao, and bowed to her tremblingly.

"Are you awake?" Jing Zhao stepped into the door of the side courtyard and asked softly the person serving at the door.

A maidservant in a purple jacket replied: "Return to my lady, I'm awake, but that young gentleman just drank the medicine, and now he fell asleep again."

After entering the room, there is a burst of medicinal fragrance. On the Babu bed in the inner room, the blue brocade quilt is slightly swollen, if there is an arc that seems to be there, it is hard to imagine the thinness of the person under the quilt.

Jing Zhao walked to the curtain outside the bed, paused, and looked at the person lying on the bed.

His face is immature, and his age looks about the same as hers, except that his lips are a little pale, but his dark eyebrows are as picturesque as Zhongyuan Mountain, his sky is full, his nose is smooth, and his unopened eyes are dense and curly. , is indeed a handsome young man.

Jing Zhao felt that this face was somewhat familiar.

Contemplative Nian, oh Contemplative Nian, since you don't want me to recognize you, why do you make yourself so similar to the original everywhere.

What Jing Zhao was thinking in his heart was not visible on his face, only his eyes were slightly surprised, and then he ignored the defense of men and women, crossed the curtain and entered the inner room and stood by the bed.

She seemed a little surprised, but also couldn't believe it, she stretched out her fingers to touch the man's face.

Jing Zhao's actions just now had already surprised her two maidservants, and seeing Jing Zhao's next actions, they were even more surprised. How could a lady, Jin Zun Yugui, reach out and touch a foreign man of unknown origin!

"My lady! No!"

The two blurted out their calls, but they couldn't stop Jing Zhao. She seemed to be immersed in some kind of thoughts, and her slender fingertips were about to touch the man's eyebrows.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, a pair of pupils seemed to be soaked in ink, pure black, but very dazzling, the whole handsome face suddenly seemed to be alive with aura.

Jing Zhao's hand stopped, then quickly retracted, turned slightly sideways, and stopped staring at the man.

Shen Sinian stared at the person in front of him without blinking, outsiders only felt weak and confused when looking at him, and didn't know what kind of evil thoughts were in his heart.

The pain of death will never be forgotten. Shen Sinian never thought that he could have his own consciousness and body again. The moment he woke up, there was only one thought in his mind, that he wanted those who abandoned him to experience the pain of dying. taste!

She could have taught her a lesson just now in Tangchi, drowning alive should be quite painful, but it's a pity that this woman escaped by luck.

Shen Sinian thought with evil thoughts, but showed a fragile and uneasy expression on his face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Did you...save me?"

Jing Zhao turned around when he heard his voice, and seeing his pitiful expression, his heart softened, and a kind and soft smile appeared on his face, "Well, it was my guard who saw you fainted by the roadside, so I let you They carried you into the carriage and went to this other village with us."

"Thank you so much!"

"Xiao Langjun, you don't need to be too polite, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Jing Zhao raised his eyes and looked at him, but his soft eyes seemed to have the power to comfort people's hearts.

hypocritical! Shen Si Nian sneered inwardly, but coughed heavily in the next moment, a morbid flush appeared on his face, but it also added a touch of beauty to his face.

"Take good care of your illness first, and wait for you to talk about other things when you recover. Just tell them what you need." Jing Zhao said as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked with lowered eyes: "By the way, I haven't asked what your name is yet. What about the name?"

Shen Si Nian slapped her eyelashes lightly, raised her eyes to look at her, then quickly looked away, her pale lips parted slightly: "Xuesheng, my name is Xuesheng."

The spring water dies when the tide overflows, and the heavy snow falls to the ground and is born.

It's been a year, Jingshi Zhaozhao, do you still remember me.

The author has something to say:

Yes, it's a male ghost.

It's probably a story about always wanting to torment someone but being tossed instead. (The reason why I didn’t understand this chapter is in the next chapter! Don’t abuse, don’t abuse, don’t abuse! Say important things three times!)

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