pregnant woman legend

Just when Xiang Jing Xing went to Cui Song Yuan to pay his respects, someone came from Qiao's residence.

After Mrs. Liu sent the person away, she covered her lips with a veil and said with a sneer, "It's so funny. I'm going to pass the door in two days, but at this time, it's said that the young lady is sick. Is it possible that I still expect me to invite her to the house?" A doctor can't do it... The wedding invitation was sent out a month earlier, and now Fang has put down the words, but I don't know what the Qiao family is thinking?!"

Qiu Jin was the first under the Osmanthus Osmanthus to gain Madam Liu's trust. At this moment, she lightly beat the master's leg, and said with a smile: "The people from the Qiao family didn't say anything later, it's just that the eldest lady of the Qiao family feels cold occasionally. It's just a little ailment, this time I'm here to let you know in advance, I'm afraid I will be laughed at if I lose my etiquette at the wedding..."

Mrs. Liu raised her eyebrows, and her anger remained undiminished: "Since you know that you may lose your etiquette at the wedding, why don't you take care of your health during this time? The Qiao family is also a little confused!"

Qiu Jin was careful with her, not daring to answer.

"Hmph, it's all about taking good care of your health anyway. If you really lose your manners at the wedding, I, Xiang Jia, are not at the mercy of anyone!"

Madam Liu was furious here, but she didn't let Xiang Jingxing know about it, she just sent some people in the mansion to send some medicinal materials to Qiao's mansion, and sent a message to Master Qiao's family: Seeing that the wedding is approaching, please take good care of the eldest lady's body, and marry into the Xiang family in a graceful manner.

Not to mention this little episode, but talking about Jing Xing's side, the next two days have been very busy.There are many new faces in the mansion, and he needs to be familiar with them one by one.Fortunately, the servants and maids arranged by his side are all smart, and they act neatly.It was Yingui who was sent out of the Lanyuan Courtyard the next day, which made some quick-witted servants put away their eager plans.

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Finally came the night before the wedding.

On the second day, because he had to get up early, Xiang Jing Xing went back to Lan Courtyard early.He also didn't want Dangui Jinyan and others to serve him. After sending out all the servant girls, he sat by the window alone, looking out at the moonlight and fascinated.

The next day he was going to be married to a woman he had never met, Xiang Jingxing only felt a emptiness in his heart, it was so empty that he felt uncomfortably empty.

At some point, the moonlight outside the window was gradually covered by ink clouds, the sky was terribly dark, and it began to rain again.

The window in the bedroom was not closed, and the rain was blown in by the night wind, staining the young man's hair.

The faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus floats in the air, but it is not sure, lingering in the nose of the person looming.

Xiang Jingxing suddenly seemed to have returned to nine years ago.That day was also such a light rainy day, but he was young at that time, he had just turned 14 years old, he was at the age of frivolity and indulgence, after being selected as a scholar, he got carried away and wanted to go to the winery to drink with friends to show his congratulations meaning.

He and a group of cronies flattered and scorned each other, making a lot of noise. When they turned into an alley, they saw a young man wearing straw sandals, with a water-colored oil-paper umbrella in his hand, stepping on the wet bluestone slab ground.

The young man has a pair of clear eyes. They met by chance, and when they saw each other, they were slightly taken aback, and then his beautiful eyes turned into crescent buds, showing a slightly mischievous smile.

So Xiang Jing Xing clearly saw the admiration in those eyes.

At that moment, Xiang Jingxing thought to himself, he must have smiled a little stiffly, he was attracted by the young man's smile, a spark came in, and then "puffed", igniting his heart full of weeds .

At the age when love first started, the heartbeat came so unexpectedly.

That was the most beautiful picture in his heart. Even after so many years, the boy's face was already blurred in his memory, the scent of osmanthus in the air, the oiled paper umbrella in the boy's hand, the wet bluestone floor, The straw sandals on his feet and the beautiful eyes bent like crescent buds are still vivid in his mind as always.

It's a pity that the memory of happiness is so short, so short that in the blink of an eye, things are different.

Xiang Jing Xing spread out his tightly clenched hands, the palms of which had already been pinched with bloodstains.He leaned on the back of the chair with the burden on it, staring blankly at the dark night sky.

After that day, Xiang Jingxing thought to himself, that young man had already died, and then he became what he is today: he has an almost distorted desire to control his own things, and never wants to be influenced by others , Even if it is a compromise, you have to tear yourself to the point of bleeding before you give up.

That was the breach in his life made by the boy in his memory, and he deserved it...Xiang Jing Xing thought to himself.

His thoughts gradually drifted away, and the beautiful eyes in his memory were gradually covered with mist, carrying the moist breath unique to the small south wind in the southern country, his eyes were rounded, with a wet and innocent look...Xiang Jing Xing was startled, this Only then did he realize that he thought of the little boy he had rescued from a crowd of drunks a few nights ago.

It was the first time he looked into the eyes of his heart since he had been frozen for so many years.

Xiang Jingxing closed his eyes, how could he think of him at this moment...

Probably because those eyes were too beautiful, or maybe because the admiration in those eyes was so pure and natural, it reminded him of the feeling when he was first moved...

Xiang Jing Xing thought about it for a moment, and suddenly laughed, what's the use of studying these things carefully now?

Sighing, the young man stayed for a while, then stood up again, and walked to a locked black box beside the bed.

After getting married, Xiang Jing Xing would still live in the Lan Courtyard, but a wall was opened next to his bedroom, the door was installed and locked, and some of his belongings were moved there.Several rooms have been renovated and made into new houses, and he still lives here tonight.

Opening the lock neatly, Xiang Jing Xing took out a pair of scrolls from the box.

It was something he picked up on the side of the street a few nights ago, but he didn't know if it belonged to the children's siblings or was left behind by the man.

I don't know what's on this scroll...Xiang Jing Xing thought about it, and decided to open it to have a look, maybe he could also know who the owner of this scroll is.

Untied the red rope tied to it, and slowly unfolded it to Jing Xing, he couldn't help but be amazed.

It was late that day, and he couldn't take a closer look at it, but only at this moment did he feel the extraordinaryness of the scroll.I don't know what kind of wood the shaft comes from. It is simple and introverted, with warm tentacles, and it doesn't look like wood when you look closely. Looking at the mounted paper, it looks like a dark yellow that has been aged, but it is as firm as jade. , the skin is like an egg membrane, and it seems to be newly mounted paper, which makes people quite confused.

When the scroll was fully opened, Xiang Jingxing was completely stunned at the moment - the scroll was clean, there was no ink on it, it was actually blank.

Xiang Jingxing didn't give up, looked left and right for a long time, and turned on the light to take a closer look, but he didn't see anything strange until his eyes hurt.So I was discouraged, not knowing why.

Throwing the scroll on the desk at random, Xiang Jing Xing sat back in the chair, his palm slipped when he pressed on the armrest, and the tip just poked in Xiang Jing Xing's palm.It's fine if it's normal, just a while ago he just scratched a bloodstain in his palm, it was already dried up, but the wound was pierced by this blow, and a drop of blood rolled out.

Xiang Jingxing didn't care, he just took a cloth towel and wiped it casually, then put it behind his head.After leaning in the chair for a while, he was finally unwilling, and raised his hand to pick up the scroll.

Xiang Jingxing didn't notice that there was still blood oozing from the wound on his palm that hadn't fully healed, and it was touching the shaft of the scroll that looked like jade but not jade, wood but not wood, and slowly oozing I went in, and then disappeared.

Xiang Jingxing gradually felt a little dazed. He stared at the blank roll, and there seemed to be a hazy mist in front of his eyes.Layers of ripples gradually appeared on the clean roll, and something that was longing for in my heart surged up.

Xiang Jingxing shook his head and blinked vigorously, but saw the ripples slowly recovering under the layers of waves of light, and then a young man in green was holding a water-colored oil-paper umbrella and gliding forward on the wet bluestone floor. He couldn't see the young man's face clearly, but he could clearly see the man's eyes with the warm aura unique to Xiaonanfeng in the southern country, and the obvious admiration in his eyes, smiling quietly at him.

A pair of big round eyes, wet water color, very innocent appearance.

Looking at Jing Xing, he became a little crazy.

But at this moment, the image of the young man gradually faded away, and Xiang Jing Xing was in a hurry, his mind was still a little dazed, and he didn't have time to think about it at this moment, so he sharpened the ink and picked up the brush in a hurry, and drew according to the young man's face up.Xiang Jingxing was not good at Danqing, but at this moment he felt that his brush was like a miracle, and he drew the boy's body and appearance vividly.

However, at the moment when he filled in the boy's facial features, Xiang Jingxing had a difficult time, but the hesitation was only for a moment. When he woke up, Xiang Jingxing realized that what he drew was actually saved by himself that night. The little boy named Ning'er.

Xiang Jingxing stared blankly, and suddenly tears fell from his eyes.Men in the world really love each other, like myself, except for the biased eyes of the world, there is nothing to avoid the problem of an heir. If I love a woman, I am afraid that the following tragedy will not happen again.

Thinking of this, Xiang Jingxing suddenly raised his pen, and wrote a few lines beside the smiling young man:

Ben □ Jin Shunyi, Jin loves Mu Ciren.

Swallow each other but have a blind date.Began to feel that the man was pregnant.

After the question, he put down his pen and laughed wildly.

Xiang Jingxing vaguely knew that he seemed to be possessed by a demon, but his sober mind was suppressed, preventing him from waking up.In a trance, he seemed to see that "Youth Traveling in the Rain" turned into a little bit of white light, and together with the handwriting on the side, turned into a sky full of stars. Wandering in the room for a while, it finally disappeared.

Xiang Jingxing finally lost consciousness.

When he woke up and turned around, he saw a lamp like a bean, shaking slightly in the slanting rain from the window, everything in the room was the same as before, without any confusion, even the burning candle seemed to be Not a penny short.

Xiang Jingxing sat on the chair beside the bed, and in front of him was the unrolled scroll, the scroll surface was clean and tidy, with no ink remaining.

The brushes on the shelf hang quietly in place, without any trace of use.

Looking at his palm again, the bloodstains he pinched out just now are still clear, but the bloodstains have long since dried up.

It seemed like a dream.

Xiang Jingxing frowned, sat up slowly, picked up the scroll and glanced at it, with a puzzled look on his face.

Is everything just now really just a dream?

After being dazed for a while, he sighed to Jing Xing, it was probably a dream.I've been really tired these few days, so I just sat on a chair and fell asleep, and fell into such a bizarre dream.

Sighing, Xiang Jingxing fastened the scroll again, put it into the black wooden box, and locked it again.

It's getting late, and it's time to rest.

Xiang Jingxing thought so, so he undressed and went to bed.It's just that there was always a trace of worry in his dark eyes, which couldn't go away.