Traveling to the ancient harem

Qingsangju.

The atmosphere in Qingsangju was particularly depressing at night. In the past, at this time every day, the family's hearts felt like they were being cut by a knife. The old lady and Chen couldn't bear to see the child suffer such torture, which was all spent in the small Buddhist temple. The three men in the family would watch over the child, fearing that the child would die like this. The heartache and torture almost made the family collapse.

The lights in Qingsangju are bright tonight. Everyone gathered here with hope in their eyes. Uncle Song and Qingquan are also waiting here. No one mentions resting. Brother Xuan sits at the head of the bed and talks to his younger brother.

Hong Ge'er has been in good spirits since he woke up in the afternoon. He drank a bowl of rice porridge and ate half a steamed bun. You know, this is the most he has eaten since he was poisoned. He hasn't eaten a grain of rice since ten days ago and has been relying on ginseng soup to stay alive. The old lady was so happy that she kept chanting Buddhist scriptures.

In the afternoon, when Father Huang heard the good news from the messenger, he couldn't believe it. The old man specifically told him not to show it, so he endured it until the end of his shift before rushing back.

The family was waiting for him to come back for dinner. Although his brother was still weak, his spirit was obviously different. He couldn't help but burst into tears again. The torment he had endured these days was too painful.

Hongger still had a light dinner. He drank a bowl of millet porridge and ate a steamed bun. Since he hadn't eaten for a long time, his spleen and stomach were weak. Jingzhen specifically told him to eat light food and take good care of himself to recover.

It was getting darker and darker, and everyone's heart was in their throat. The time for the poison to take effect was getting closer and closer. Hong Ge'er also looked pale. He had been unconscious for the past few days. Now that he was awake to face it, he was very scared. He was extremely scared of the feeling that he would rather die than live.

The time finally came to midnight, but the expected pain did not come. Everyone held their breath. After a quarter of an hour, the pain still did not come. The brother was still leaning well in the arms of the eldest brother. Everyone exploded at once.

Mr. and Mrs. Huang hugged each other and cried bitterly. No, it should be that they were crying and laughing. The old man's face was smiling like an old chrysanthemum, the old lady put her hands together and chanted Buddhist scriptures, Uncle Song also had a smile on his face, and Qingquan was jumping and dancing, grinning like a fool.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" asked the old man.

"Grandfather, I feel relaxed all over and can breathe well. If you let me eat a bowl of meat, I can jump for you right now." Hong Ge'er bargained seriously.

"You naughty boy." The old lady scolded with a smile, "You are in such poor health that the nun specifically told you that if you can eat, the family will have nothing to eat for you."

After the old lady finished speaking, she remembered something else: "Ms. Chen, come with me to the small Buddhist temple to thank the Buddha for protecting our child. We must not let the Buddha blame us.

"Oh." Chen agreed with a smile and tears in her eyes. She caressed her brother's thin little face lovingly and went to the small Buddhist temple with the old lady.

"Grandfather, Dad, and big brother, Master, you all should go and have a rest. I feel very relaxed now. It's enough to have Qingquan by my side. You have had a hard time these days." Even if Hong Ge'er didn't know, he could guess how tormented everyone must have been during the days when he was unconscious.

The few of them didn't say anything else, just told him to have a good rest, and told Qingquan to call them if there was anything, and then went to rest.

Early the next morning, Hong Ge'er started shouting that he was hungry. The kitchen specially cooked some thick millet porridge. He ate two large bowls of it and two vegetarian buns before he felt full.

He asked Qingquan to help him get out of bed. Qingquan helped him walk out from in front of everyone and into the yard. He breathed the long-lost fresh air. He was reluctant to go back to the house, so he asked someone to move a chair out and sat under a pomegranate tree. Only then did he feel that he was truly alive.

Uncle Huang went to work, and the others sat with him in the yard after dinner to chat. For a moment, everyone felt that time was peaceful and they didn't know what day it was.

Uncle Song spoke first: "Brother, sit for a while and then go in. You should focus on recuperation. The poison has not been completely eliminated. Only when your body is well, you can better fight the poison."

"I will listen to my master." Hong Ge'er is a good boy and has always been respectful to his master.

"I don't know where my sister is now." Hong Ge'er said to himself. "We should be close to the capital." He walked into the house while mumbling, without Qingquan's help.

Everyone sighed: Children recover so quickly. He was unconscious yesterday, but he can walk today.

When Hong walked into the house, the atmosphere in the yard suddenly became quiet. The old man looked at everyone with a serious expression: "Everyone knows that this time, Hong was tricked by someone else. Hong only has one enemy."

The old man paused and said, "This time it should be the Bo Mansion who took action. This is why I have been warning you not to make it public."

"The Bo family is behind them." The old man pointed to the sky, "We can't afford to offend them."