The young master of the Shen family cleared out the snake venom and recovered his consciousness; the young master of the Shen family was able to eat by himself and leaned against the bed to read;

The young master of the Shen family was basking in the sun in the yard again...

Good news came one by one. Although it only meant that he would have been in a breath for a few more years, it did not prevent the old butler from burning funeral supplies to ashes with a fire, and it would not prevent Mr. Shen from sending a caravan to the wilderness of the extreme south to give up Gaoli to the merchants who sent two "detoxification holy medicines" that year.

The banquet was spread out and the relatives and friends sat all over.

The fragrance of wine lingers in the mountains and forests, and the servants who had been worried for several days dared to speak loudly.

Shen Qingxuan sat in a wooden wheelchair, wearing a fox fur and a cloak with a soft silk quilt on his knees, covering his legs tightly. He held a thin booklet in one hand and tilted his head to read quietly. The half-closed window slipped into the noise of the outer hall, chatting, laughing, drums and music, and the crisp collision of cups and cups intersecting.

But these seem to have little to do with him.

After a while, Shen Qingxuan felt a little thirsty, but the tea was already cold. Holding the cold porcelain in his hand, Shen Qingxuan remembered the palm that covered his forehead that day. Although it had a completely different touch, the hand had the same temperature as the porcelain cup. It was cold and cold, and there was no popularity.

After his thoughts turned around, he returned to his hand. Shen Qingxuan shook the brass bell, and after shaking it, he held the things that had been with him for many years in his hand, and used it habitually.

The maid who heard the bell summoned quickly pushed the door and without waiting for his instructions, she obediently poured off the herbal tea, brewed hot water again, and then plucked the charcoal fire in the hand stove, and placed it again on Shen Qingxuan's leg.

The maid stood aside and whispered: "Young Master won't eat wine tonight, so I'll have to rest earlier. I'm just getting better and I'm tired of reading books, which is not good."

Shen Qingxuan nodded slightly, drank a cup of tea, and then picked up the booklet to continue reading.

Seeing this, the maid lit a few more oil lamps in the house to make the light brighter, so she closed the door and left.

After a moment, the wooden door of the wing room was pushed open again. Shen Qingxuan looked up and the young woman with tall hair outside the door looked inward with hesitation.

The two of them met with their eyes. Shen Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and quickly smiled slightly. Although he couldn't speak, he shouted clearly: Ernie.

"Xiao Xuan." Although young, the graceful young woman also relaxed her expression and walked in through the threshold, "Is it better?"

Shen Qingxuan nodded.

"Since you were bitten by a poisonous snake, your family was so anxious," the woman leaned over and sat on the chair beside her, looking soft, and touched his face with heartache. "Sister prayed for you in the Buddhist temple. I heard that you are going to fulfill your wish again. I couldn't come to see you today, so I brought your brother here."

Shen Qingxuan just smiled, took the pen and ink at hand, and wrote on the paper: I'm sorry for my second mother. Since my brother has come with me, I'll ask him to talk to me. How's my mother's health?

The woman looked at it and replied in detail: "It's late, your brother is terrified again, so I just let him come to accompany you tomorrow. My sister is in good health, and I specially cooked and cooked vegetarian bamboo shoots for my family to taste. But I don't know which verbal servant passed it to her when you were bitten by a snake, and she cried for two days. Fortunately, you are lucky and have a great life. My sister knows that you are safe and goes to the temple to fulfill her wish."

When Shen Qingxuan heard this, he felt uncomfortable. After a while of being stunned, he picked up his pen and wrote some more words. He talked to her.

The woman said, "The beasts and poisonous insects in the mountains are so difficult to guard against. It is better for you to go home with me. It is better for the family to worry about it. My sister and I are not good at going out to see you often."

Shen Qingxuan wrote: Although there are many beasts, they do not hurt people easily. The servants take good care of them. This time it was just an accident. The climate here is suitable, and the doctor also said that my body must be at peace. Although it is good to go home, it is not as quiet as in the mountains.

When the woman saw this, she sighed slightly, remembered something again, and hurriedly said, "Before she came, my sister told me to ask me, do you have a daughter's house to you?"

Shen Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly picked up the pen and wrote: I understand what my mother means, but at this point, even if she has a good daughter, she is afraid she can't afford it and let her down. I'll let my younger brother take responsibility for the inheritance of incense.

The woman looked at the handwriting that had not dried and sighed again: "If you don't say it, everyone in the family understands it. But you are such a good man, you will have a chance to come to the world and suffer all your hardships, and you will not even leave your children... Even if I am not your biological mother, I will..." Before she finished speaking, her eyes were red, and she quickly lowered her head and her voice cords were choked.

Shen Qingxuan was also silent, looking straight at the woman's trembling head. I don't know what I thought, but my eyes were deep and unpredictable, as if my mind was changing.

In a moment, he had returned to normal and wrote again: Second Mother doesn't have to be sad. My life should be like this. I wish I had done too much evil in my previous life and I would repay it in this life. But as the eldest son, I cannot do my best to the country and the family, and I am very ashamed.

Having written this, he changed his writing style and changed the topic and continued to write: My younger brother has just become an adult, but although he is smart, he lacks experience. Recently, he heard that he intends to enter the officialdom and his official career is unfathomable. He also needs to give more tips to him.

The topic involved parent-children. The woman indeed gathered tears and whispered: "What do I know about my wife? You are well-read poetry and books. If you can help your brother, that would be great."

"The second wife doesn't have to be humble. My younger brother is extremely smart, but he doesn't have enough understanding when encountering problems. The second wife is here to mention it, and with his father's care, it's not difficult to get ahead."

"Give me peace of mind." The woman put down the paper and smiled slightly.

Shen Qingxuan smiled at the same time and wrote again: "It's just that my younger brother is young, so he must take over the responsibility of his brother and elder brother, and be filial to the high court and loyal to the country. It's very difficult for him."

The woman shook her head and said, "You are brothers, this is your duty, don't talk about your life."

After talking for a while, Shen Qingxuan showed tiredness on his face. The woman hurriedly told him to take care of his health before leaving.

After she left, Shen Qingxuan sat alone in the chair for a long time, his eyes stayed on the white papers with words on the table. He didn't know what he thought of, but a helpless smile filled with sarcasm. He raised his hand to sort out the paper, rammed the bell and called the maid, took the iron basin, and a handful of fire turned the ink-scented page into ashes.

It was already deep at this time, and the noise in the outer hall was quiet. Shen Qingxuan asked someone to open the window, wrapped his fox fur tightly, leaning on the chair, watching the night outside the window. That night, the stars and the moon were thin, and occasionally the mountain wind blew, which shattered his forehead and fell again, over and over again.

After a long time, Shen Qingxuan suddenly moved, pulled out the hand from the hot tube, moved the wheelchair to the front of the desk, spread the paper and ink again, and wrote: You are here.

Push the paper into the center of the table for people to see, and the surroundings are quiet.

Shen Qingxuan smiled but didn't say anything, and waited quietly.

Only his house, after a moment of silence, had an extraordinary scene.

I saw the white paper on the table, and the windless pen holder placed on the inkstone also stood up, dipped in ink and moved it to the paper for a moment, and then the thick ink and the text gradually appeared on the paper, with the handwriting being straight, as if answering Shen Qingxuan's words, saying: How did you know?

Shen Qingxuan still smiled, blinked and looked at the void with a look of silence.

The air was like that day, surrounded by the sudden fragrance of plants and trees, and the smell was like the forest after the rain, with a cold freshness.

This aura appeared next to him surrounded by rotten stinking when he vomited filthy blood from his body, as if a sudden light descended in the darkness, deeply imprinted in Shen Qingxuan's heart.

I have never forgotten it for life.

Shen Qingxuan suddenly sniffed, and then picked up his pen in surprise and wrote: Have you gone to the mountain top hot spring?

The man still hadn't appeared, but he took the pen from the pen holder and replied: Yes.

The original doubt also asked Shen Qingxuan to answer this question spontaneously. The unique scent of sulfur in the hot spring was where Shen Qingxuan asked, and he also learned where Shen Qingxuan easily knew his arrival.

The sense of smell is like a wild beast.

But no one extended this topic anymore and turned to talk about other things.

Although Shen Qingxuan gave him his kindness and saved his life, he always remembered that he was a snake demon and was not a person of my race. It was not that he was not unaware of it.

But I didn't expect that this monster was like a human, with a name and a surname. Not only did I say that I enjoyed the hot spring, but I was still here, and I accompanied him in conversation with paper and pen for an hour.

Although the words are concise and indifferent, they have extraordinary patience.

For him, a monster with great magical powers, there is a simpler way of dialogue. Shen Qingxuan once experienced it. But this snake was abandoned.

Since his aphasia, Shen Qingxuan often communicated with others, but no one has ever been willing to do this. He patiently wrote it to him little by little with paper and pen. An hour of time is not long, and his life is just a grain of sand, but it makes his mind beware of it, and it gives birth to a subtle intimacy.

Taking the paper covered with handwriting and putting it aside, Shen Qingxuan smiled and dipped it ink to continue talking to him on the newly spread white paper: If I help you successfully pass the disaster, will there be a reward?

A line of correct handwriting soon appeared next to the Qingjun handwriting, simple as usual: I wish you to recover, just like ordinary people.
Chapter completed!