Don't be tempted, sir

Shen Changjun whipped his horse day and night, exhausted many horses, and finally arrived in the capital on the 23rd day. He raised Song Xiaoyuan's token from a distance and shouted, "Open the city gate! Quick! Open the city gate!"

The gatekeeper saw the token and quickly removed the thorn gate to let Shen Changjun and his party into the city. He rushed to the gate of Shen's mansion, but saw that the red lantern on the gate had turned white. Shen Changjun dismounted, took out the jade bottle from his arms, and hurried into the mansion. The fierce horse behind him fell to the ground and twitched.

"Second brother, eldest brother is here, eldest brother is here with the antidote! You can live, second brother." Shen Changjun's lips were cracked and his eyes were bloodshot.

Shen Rushan walked out of the hall and saw his son from afar. His eyes were red and he choked up with sobs, "Da Lang, your second brother...he's gone."

"Father, I'm back with the antidote! I will definitely be able to save my second brother! Father, take me to see my second brother quickly."

Shen Rushan led Shen Changjun to the memorial site. Shen Changjun looked at the coffin in the garden, and his fingers holding the jade bottle turned white. He ran to the coffin and stretched his head inside, shocked and scared. When he saw clearly, Shen Changqing was lying quietly inside, as if sleeping. He spoke softly, as if coaxing, "Changqing, big brother is back... big brother is back with the antidote... you will be fine after you eat it!"

The day and night journey made Shen Changjun, who had not slept for several days and nights, a little obsessed. He clearly did not waste any time on the road, so how could this happen!

Wang was a little surprised to see the miserable Shen Changjun when she came in after finishing her work. Seeing that Changjun was in a state of nightmare in front of the coffin, she stepped forward to support him and said, "Husband, don't blame yourself."

Shen Changjun murmured, "I'm late!"

"Husband..."

Then Shen Changjun put the jade bottle containing the antidote into the coffin and placed it together with Shen Changqing.

Mrs. Shen saw it and said, "Changjun is back. You are not afraid of getting your clothes dirty. Let's go to Changqing and wash them clean and send Changqing off for the last time."

Shen Changjun looked at his dusty clothes and said, "Yes, I'll wash them now." Wang followed him and asked the servants to boil water and prepare clothes for Shen Changjun.

"When did my second brother leave?" Shen Changjun asked Wang

"Don't blame yourself yesterday, my husband. My second brother was very calm when he left."

"Yesterday...just one day." Shen Changjun said helplessly while taking a bath.

Shen Changqing bid farewell in this snowy winter.

The prince and all the other soldiers who accompanied the army this time came. There was a huge crowd on the street! In grief, they escorted the coffin all the way to the Shen family's ancestral tomb. Shen Changjun carried the coffin in front, and the others were Zhao Jinmo and Shen Changqing's friends. The weight on everyone's shoulders was no less than the heaviness in their hearts. They were silent all the way, and the women were sobbing softly.

Shen Yining walked in a daze, and only burst into tears when the coffin was lowered. Looking up at the vast desolate and cold sky, even the morning sun seemed to have changed color due to grief, with a desolate and lonely gray. In the distance, silver-gray clouds were rolling in the sky, and the cold current was rolling, brewing a heavy snow. The soil covered the coffin little by little, and Shen Yining's heart was as dead as the cold winter. His eyes went black and he fainted in front of the tomb as if he was going to follow it.

"Yining!" Qizhu on the side hurriedly supported her, and then helped Shen Yining to the side, and the funeral continued.

After the funeral, Yao Jiu bowed in front of the grave to thank Shen Rushan and his wife for saving her life, and then said goodbye to them.

"Sir, I'm sorry that I couldn't help you, Madam Shen! I won't go back with you. After the funeral, I have to start my own life..."

Shen Rushan replied, "Miss Yao, please don't blame yourself. Everyone has their own destiny. My son was born in troubled times... Alas."

Mrs. Shen continued, "New Year is coming soon, where do you want to go, Miss Yao? You can make arrangements after you finish the New Year at home. We can also help you make arrangements in advance."

"Thank you, Mrs. Shen. You're welcome. The world is so big and I want to go around and explore."

"Then let's do this! No matter where you go, as long as my Shen family can help you, you can write a letter or ask someone to help you. If Miss Yao is tired of wandering around that day and wants to settle down, please let us know and we will definitely help you!"

"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Shen. Madam Shen will take her leave now!"

"Okay! You must take this money!"

"You're welcome. Thank you very much!"

Then he glanced at Shen Changqing's grave meaningfully and walked away, as if he had never appeared.

It had been many days since Shen Yining woke up. Ever since he fainted that day, he seemed to have lost his soul and mind. He always stared out the window and almost never went out.

Both Mrs. Shen and Old Lady Shen came to see her, but they didn't know how to persuade her. In the end, they just asked Meng Qiu and others to take good care of Shen Yining and watch over her at all times and not to leave her alone.

"Miss, it's rare that the sun is out today. Let me help you walk in the garden!"

Shen Yining replied dumbly "OK"

Then Meng Qiu dressed Shen Yining in thick clothes and put on a cape. Shen Yining fiddled with the clothes like a rag doll, not caring whether it was comfortable or not, or whether it looked good or not.

The cute Xingyue fiddled with Shen Yining's hair. "Miss, which hairpin do you want to wear today?" Shen Yining did not answer.

Xingyue added, "Then I'll match it for you, young lady! Don't blame me if it's ugly."

"it is good"

Xingyue also knew that the young lady would not answer, she just wanted to talk to her more, even if she only said one word.

Then Meng Qiu and Xing Yue helped Shen Yining out of the house and walked around the garden, unknowingly walking to the orange tree. There were still some oranges hanging on the tree, but more on the ground. Shen Yining did not move and just stood there watching.

Mumbling to herself, "We are not as green as we used to be, and we have no control over our separation..." Shen Yining no longer cries now.

Meng Qiu saw the oranges scattered all over the ground and asked, "Miss, would you like to pick one to try?"

"it is good"

Xingyue hurriedly picked two, handed one to Shen Yining to hold, and peeled the other. As Mengqiu helped Shen Yining go to the pavilion to eat, Shen Yining took the peeled orange and put it in his mouth, frowning because of the sourness.

Meng Qiu looked at it and asked, "Hmm? Is it cold?"

"acid"

Xingyue also took a piece and ate it. "No, this one is the sweetest...hiss...so sour"

“Hmm, sour.”

Xingyue hurriedly explained, "Ah...it must be that I don't know how to pick it! This one is not ripe, I'll pick it again."

“No need, it’s just not sweet anymore.”