Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

The weather in May was unusual, with hailstorms hitting the northwest in the latter half of the night! The wheat, which had been growing beautifully, was crushed by the hail before it even turned yellow, and all other crops, without exception, were doomed to a poor harvest.

Within a few days, grain merchants responded by raising prices and limiting sales.

Everyone was in a panic and ran around the grain stores to inquire. They lined up in long queues with money on their hands to buy the expensive rice and flour.

Someone was walking slowly down the street, holding a bunch of pomegranate flowers, leading a horse and bringing a dog.

The pomegranate blossoms were a deep, vibrant crimson, a vibrant, almost luminous crimson. The man holding them was cool, fair, with a handsome face and light eyes. He wore a gray, round-necked robe, cinched at the waist, and walked with a square gait, dignified and elegant. The brown horse, tall and agile, trotted along with a steady, head-down, docile pace. The dog would occasionally trot, occasionally turning back to nuzzle the man holding the blossoms. He walked on, oblivious to the surroundings, holding the bouquet, still drenched in morning dew, steady.

Qin Qiqi was stunned.

At this anxious moment, a man you like comes to you with flowers. The flower is on the highest branch outside the tree and is extremely gorgeous. As soon as it blooms, it catches his eye. His mind wanders and he tries to pick the flower. But he is afraid that the petals will fall off and dewdrops will fall when he is riding a horse. So he walks all the way to protect it and brings it to you, wishing you to be free from illness and to be rich and prosperous.

This is a girl's innermost desire, a desire to have her beloved bring her beautiful flowers, hold her tenderly and say, "You are more beautiful than these flowers."

Qiqi watched the man who was alone and helpless in his mother's eyes, the man who was praised by his father for his talent in both civil and military affairs, and the man who was teased by his brother as "an adjutant with broad shoulders, a thin back, and strong legs and buttocks", as he walked slowly alone in the bustling crowd. His figure had the firm spirit of "even if there are thousands of people against me, I will go forward".

This bouquet of passionate pomegranate flowers was soon placed by Wangshu's bed. He had been suffering from fevers that gradually improved, then persisted, for four or five days, his face pale. Now, half awake and half asleep, his throat hoarse and groaning, his voice broken and raspy. Mother Ji looked at the vibrant, vibrant red pomegranate flowers, and countless tears of sorrow fell from her eyes.

Leading the person out, "Xiuyuan, you are so thoughtful. When she wakes up and sees these flowers, she will definitely be very happy."

Talking about her daughter's illness, she choked up and blamed herself, "Shushu is sick this time and refuses to take any medicine. In the past... in the past, she also refused to take bitter medicine, but occasionally she would drink half a bowl under coaxing. But this time... it's not a change of season, and she's sick again... People are always unhappy... We both slept too soundly... and by the time we rushed over, they both had fevers..."

Even though people usually complain about everything, once they get sick they tend to give up and abandon themselves. People who have been ill for a long time are trapped in pain and cannot survive, so they want to die.

Ji's mother dared not leave anyone for a moment these days.

"Aunt, don't be too sad. No one can predict the future. Wangshu is ill, and there's no point in blaming herself. She needs your constant guidance and companionship, which will make her feel better."

Both nostrils were blocked, the mouth was slightly open, the chest was slightly heaving, the lips were dry and slightly chapped, and I slept uneasily, moving my head from side to side from time to time.

The slightly plump flesh on her cheeks was gone again, and her big eyes that could see into people's hearts were tightly closed. Those witty words and laughter fell into sleep with her.

Qin Xiuyuan slowly half-lifted the person up, letting her lean as comfortably as possible on his arm, and then he spread his hair to one side. He promptly fed Ji's mother half a spoonful of thick black medicine into her open mouth. The person behind her closed her mouth and then slowly smoothed the back of her neck.

He held his breath for a moment, and it was great. He didn't wake up, and he didn't cough. Mother Ji was surprised and happy, and smiled. It worked!

I fed him bowl after bowl for half an hour. To prevent him from choking, I fed him half a spoonful at a time, you and I feeding him smoothly. If he started to struggle and move too much, I would stop immediately. When he started to fall asleep again and opened his mouth to breathe, I would feed him half a spoonful steadily. Finally, I fed him two and a half spoonfuls of brown sugar water to confuse him.

To prevent shallow gastric reflux, Ji's mother added another pillow, freeing up Qin Xiuyuan's human-shaped backrest.

On the third day, when he came back from work and heard that the patient was no longer in a low-grade fever and long-term drowsiness, Qin Xiuyuan packed up and went to the general's mansion.

Mother, in the past three months, we have changed from sending someone once a month to once every ten days, and then once every five days. Since May, we have sent someone to wait at the door every day.

Pearl Courtyard.

"Xiuyuan greets the general."

The burly general at the top sat casually, playing with a pair of round jades, and waved his hands when he heard this.

Qin Xiuyuan then calmly bowed to his mother, who looked a bit gaunt and plump as she held the baby. "Greetings, mother."

"This is Miss Seven." The Fourth Aunt freed her hands to introduce her.

"Xiuyuan greets Miss Seven." He never raised his eyes, only bowing in the general direction. Then he stood up and asked, "Mother is feeling unwell, is everything serious?"

Today, the servant from the Qin residence said that she had caught a cold and was bedridden.

The Fourth Aunt looked at the General, and General Qin stood up and said, "Since you and your son have something to say, please come and see Little Eleven another day."

"Xiuyuan, your mother has missed you terribly these past few months. She's been telling me several times, 'On your day off, you can come visit her. It's hard for her to take care of a child now.'"

Qin Xiuyuan leaned forward and listened attentively. "Xiuyuan is ashamed. I am deeply grateful for the guidance from the general."

After the two of them walked away, he stood up and calmly asked about Fourth Aunt's health. After asking, he waited quietly.

Time seemed frozen in this moment. The toddler slept soundly in his mother's arms. The mother looked at her eldest son, who was stubbornly demanding an explanation. The eldest son, apart from a quick glance upon entering the room, had his entire gaze focused on the floor tiles beneath his feet.

She hadn't even expected that he would be so indifferent to the general, just a subordinate showing respect to his superior...

"...Xiuyuan, the general... He has always valued you, and now he has promoted you to be the adjutant of the Third Young Master..."

Qin Xiuyuan was very clear-headed. "Mother, the general is fair and just, appointing people based on their talents. The whole army is convinced. My son is dull, but he studies hard and practices diligently. He has never been lazy or treacherous in any position, and he has a clear conscience in doing his job. Recently, I was lucky enough to make meritorious service on the battlefield and was promoted. I have also been working diligently and dare not relax for a moment. Mother, please speak frankly."

I have always valued her. Ha, it is not easy to fool girls these days. If you say sweet things but don't follow through with your actions, she won't agree.

Besides, Wangcai knew that bones represented the owner's sincerity. Without bones, no matter how much you sang the praises, if it was hungry, it would not hesitate for a moment and would run back to its old owner.

...hitting them is unacceptable, scolding them is unacceptable, talking to them is unacceptable. If you argue with them, they won't come back next time.

A feeling of powerlessness came over me.

"Yuan'er, do you hate mother?"

Qin Xiuyuan raised his head and looked at the mother in front of him who was exhausted but helpless as she held the baby. He remembered another mother who was at a loss a few days ago and wanted to sacrifice herself for her daughter. But after feeding her a bowl of medicine, she was satisfied in the blink of an eye and was full of gratitude.

As for her, even though her own son studied hard and achieved success, he was probably worthless in her eyes!

"Mother, Xiuyuan doesn't hate anyone. I can never repay you for your kindness in raising me. Times have changed, and some things have changed. Mother, you have new people to rely on, a son who needs your constant care, and a new family. Xiuyuan is ashamed that I can't pay my respects to you every day and take care of you. Now, in addition to my work, I also have to take care of the family, and my future in-laws are Chunshan, and the marriage is still under discussion. I am too busy to do anything else. I hope you can understand."

Times have changed, and some things and events have changed.

Wang shed tears, yes, it has changed a lot!