After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The Shen family is a family of scholars and a family of noble character.

Master Shen was a man of clean conduct and incorruptible wealth. His mansion was simpler than other places, but standing in the sunlight it had an air of wealth and elegance. As soon as one entered the entrance, one felt as if the air was filled with the fragrance of books.

Si is a shabby room, but Wu Dexin.

Lanterns were swaying on the hanging flower gate, and inside there were scattered houses and flowers and trees. At that time, Shen Zhixiang was sitting under an apricot tree reading and playing chess. He was reading about the great theories of the world and playing an exquisite game of chess.

But although the layout was very good in the early stage, it became disorganized in the later stage. Both the black and white pieces were trapped in a dead end, which was confusing and frustrating.

Life is like a game of chess, and Shen Zhixiang is like the second piece on the chessboard. In the past few years, everything went smoothly, she had lofty ambitions and aspirations to be in the government, but now, she seems to be in a fog, with many obstacles in her way.

She always wanted to see the dawn after the fog had cleared, but she was always in a daze. Occasionally, when she woke up, she found that she had already been trapped in a dead end. She tried her best to break free, but she was still standing still.

A few days ago, Feng Zhuyue talked to her about marriage proposal again, but she naturally refused. Not to mention, she was devoted to the court and had no intention of starting a family. What's more, she had no intention of falling in love with Feng Zhuyue at all.

She wanted to refuse resolutely, but when she came to her senses after a moment of confusion, she found herself nestled in Feng Zhuyue's arms, full of love and affection, but she felt disgusted and humiliated.

Shen Zhixiang sipped herbal tea to calm her mind, but it was hard to calm her mind. She became more upset and melancholy.

She felt that she was sick, and her illness was serious, but the doctors said that she was not sick, but just had some mental problems, and that she needed to rest well and recuperate, and she would recover.

She took the medicine obediently and rested slowly, but she still didn't get better.

Could it be that she would be involved with Feng Zhuyue for the rest of her life, and be trapped in his mansion by him, like a bird with broken wings, unable to fly out of the high wall?

She doesn't want to, she just wants to be that swan.

"Miss, an old man just came to the corner gate and said he wanted to give you this letter."

Just as Shen Zhixiang was feeling sad and grief-stricken, her personal maid Shi Liu came over with a letter and carefully handed it to her.

Shen Zhixiang looked at the letter in her hand, but did not rush to open it. Instead, she asked in confusion, "What kind of old man is this?"

Shi Liu recalled briefly and said, "He was an old man with gray hair, dressed simply and plainly, and there seemed to be a lingering smell of medicine on him. He must be a famous doctor."

When Shen Zhixiang heard this, a slight ripple rose in her heart. She immediately unfolded the letter. After reading what was written on it, the sadness on her face seemed to fade away a little.

She folded the letter and put it away. The mist on her calm face cleared up, and a smile seemed to be hidden at the corner of her mouth. She asked, "Shi Liu, when the old man delivered the letter, was anyone else seeing him?"

Shi Liu shook her head and said, "The Corner Gate is quiet there, and the old man came very carefully, so no one saw him and no one knew about it."

She paused, then said worriedly, "Miss, are you going to see a doctor again tonight? You have seen so many doctors and taken so many medicines, but you are not sick at all. If you continue to take medicines like this, even if you are in good health, you will not be able to bear it. Why don't you tell the master about the situation? The master is knowledgeable and may be able to give you some advice."

The medicine soup was very bitter. Even the best herbs would harm the body if eaten too much. Shi Liu was really heartbroken.

Shen Zhixiang looked at Shi Liu and said solemnly, "My situation is too complicated. I can't tell you until this matter is sorted out. I can't let my family worry in vain. You can't tell me either. Do you understand?"

If it is true as the letter says, I have found a good way to cure her illness.

It’s not too late to tell your family after you recover.

Now let’s say that even she doesn’t know what her situation is. Isn’t that just adding to other people’s troubles?

Shi Liu frowned slightly, but finally sighed and agreed.

The lights are on, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Shen Zhixiang went out of the corner gate alone and left the Taifu Mansion.

He entered the narrow alley and came to the dilapidated cottage. He knocked on the wooden door and was soon welcomed in by the old man.

"Doctor, do you think you can cure my disease?" Shen Zhixiang had a decent personality, but when she thought about how her disease could be cured, she became more anxious.

The old man held a lantern and led her to the backyard. As they walked, he said, "I am not the one who can cure it. I don't have that ability. But there is someone who says she can cure your illness."

Shen Zhixiang frowned slightly: "Who is it?"

The old man smiled and shook his head: "I don't know who that girl is."

Shen Zhixiang was filled with doubts and became increasingly curious. Faced with such a mystery, she should have turned around and left, but thinking that the disease could be cured, she followed the old man to the backyard as if possessed.

The path in the backyard was paved with bluestone. It was desolate and extremely simple. There was only a large withered tree standing there. The old man led her to the back and left with the lantern.

The moonlight and frost spread all over the courtyard. There seemed to be the sound of golden bells lingering in her ears, neither light nor heavy, but crisp and pleasant. Shen Zhixiang's heart was moved. She raised her eyes suddenly and instantly met a pair of almond eyes full of charming smiles.

I saw a person sitting casually on a withered tree. She was wearing a bright red tube top and large embroidered sleeves of the same color. Her long black hair was tied into small braids and a snake-shaped hair ornament was coiled in her hair. The ornament on her forehead was as red as fire, shining brightly under the moonlight.

She wore a golden bell on her left hand and a snake-shaped bracelet on her right hand. She supported herself on the branch with her backhand and swung her calves leisurely. The golden bells on her ankles swayed, making crisp sounds.

Shen Zhixiang was surprised and stared blankly at the familiar little face.

"Wen Ranyan?"

She tried hard to recall, but was completely unable to associate her with the gentle and soft woman in her memory.

Under the moonlight veil, Wen Ranyan slightly raised her face, revealing a face that was more ethereal than a banished immortal, but her eyes were full of seductive charm. For a moment, she looked like a mountain elf in the forest, mysterious and dangerous.

There was a tiny black snake coiled on her shoulder, and the woman and the snake were behaving very intimately, which was very weird.

Shen Zhixiang seemed a little bit unbelievable: "Are you really Wen Ranyan?"

"Sister Shen, of course I am Wen Ranyan."

Wen Ranyan scratched the black head with her white hands. In an instant, the man and the snake looked at Shen Zhixiang together. With the crescent moon and the dead tree, the scene became eerie and terrifying.

Shen Zhixiang frowned, and for a moment she felt as if she was looking at flowers in the fog. The Wen Ranyan in front of her was hard for her to figure out, and she couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend.

"The doctor asked, can you help me with my illness?"

But despite this, Wen Ranyan seemed to have a kind of magical power that gave her a certain belief.

Wen Ranyan leaned forward slightly, and the earrings on her ears jingled like jade beads rolling down. "Seeing a doctor is a doctor's job, I don't know how to do that."

She put her hand between her lips, her voice was soft and her eyes were smiling, but she was really vicious.

Shen Zhixiang did not feel offended, but asked perceptively: "Then mine is not a disease?"

Wen Ranyan smiled and clapped her hands, her charm was natural: "Sister Shen is smart, that's certainly not a disease, it's a Gu."

"And I am best at poisoning and removing poison~"

Her smiling voice spread slightly under the moonlight, and soon reached Shen Zhixiang's ears.