The girl who wears fast

Chapter 26 The Prime Minister's Tool Man Stepwife (26)

When Xu Shichu said to invite the imperial physician, he invited the imperial physician, and asked a guard to ride to the imperial hospital quickly.

The distant cousin quickly said gratefully: "Thank you, madam, for your help...Little lady, my body is intractable, and I can't get better now. I can't concentrate on taking care of my child these days, and he has a cold. Now It's not good yet, it would be great if there is an imperial doctor to help to take a look..."

Xu Shichu looked at the child in Zhichun's arms. He had a pouty face, but his face was pale and listless. He didn't have the energy to cry after being away from his mother's arms for a long time. He was really sick.

"What's the child's name? How old is it?" Xu Shichu asked.

"Returning to Madam, my child is two years and three months old this year, and it is the third day of April. His father named him Du Zhao." The distant cousin quickly replied, and hurriedly added as if afraid of Xu Shichu's disgust:
"He's very obedient, doesn't make trouble, and usually likes to laugh, but now he's quiet when he's sick. No one needs to bother to take care of him..."

"By the way, because my husband has a bad relationship with his clan, so he went to Beijing this time to take the exam and sold the last bit of land in his family, leaving only a dilapidated old house. The official who was in office will never go back to Suzhou...but I didn't expect him to be poor, and he won the Jinshi but was not ordered to be an official..."

The distant cousin took off the purse hanging from her waist again, took out a few bank notes and a land deed, and said to Xu Shichu with red eyes:
"This is the only remaining property of our family. My husband spent a lot of money to buy medicine for his illness... I know that this money is not enough to raise Zhao'er, so I just ask my wife to let him live and grow up well." It's okay to be big, at least leave a bloodline for my husband... As for the others, I don't ask too much."

She picked up the only land deed with trembling hands again: "This is the small house we live in now. Although it is a bit shabby, it is our home... When Zhao'er grows up, Madam, please hand over the land deed to us." Give it to him, let him have a safe place..."

As she spoke, she began to cry again, looking at Xu Shichu pleadingly.

Xu Shichu took her bank note and land deed, and solemnly assured her: "Okay, I will raise him up, let him study and study, and give him this land deed when he is sensible."

Although Xu Shichu didn't like this small amount of money and land deeds, only by accepting these, the woman who was left alone on the deathbed could feel relieved.

When the distant cousin heard her words, her lifeless eyes lit up, and she said gratefully: "Thank you Madam, Madam's great kindness, my husband and I can only repay it in the next life..."

Perhaps her last wish was fulfilled and she finally felt relieved. As soon as she finished speaking, she spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell limply to the ground, and the servant girls rushed to help her in a panic.

I don't know if it's mother-child connection, Du Zhao, who had been very quiet before, suddenly burst into tears, crying weakly, but stretched out a pair of small hands, and reached out to his mother with tears all over his face.

The maids carried the distant cousin to the couch, Xu Shichu went to her side to feel her pulse, and looked at her face, knowing that she was indeed on the verge of dying.

"Please, ma'am, take me back to my house now... let me meet with my husband..." The distant cousin held Xu Shichu's hand firmly, begging.

How could Xu Shichu not agree to her request, so he quickly asked someone to carry her downstairs, got into the carriage, and rushed to her home as fast as possible.

When they arrived at the Du's house, the Du's house was really small and crude, but it was clean and tidy everywhere, and it was also very warmly furnished, but Xu Shichu and the others couldn't pay attention to it right now.

Because there was a simple coffin in the main hall of the Du family, and several men who looked like scholars were mourning the deceased. When they saw many people coming, they were shocked and at a loss.

A man in his early thirties was shocked when he saw the distant cousin who was being carried back, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Who are you? Didn't Mrs. Du go to ask relatives for help? Why did you come back like this?"

Xu Shichu nodded to him, and said: "I am a relative of his family, and I came to help with the funeral. My cousin is seriously ill and is dying now. After she entrusted her youngest son to me, I just want to spend this last bit of time with her husband."

The man was startled when he saw Xu Shichu's appearance clearly. The clothes and jewelry on Xu Shichu's body were very valuable at first glance, and she herself was born with snow-skinned and beautiful appearance. Will he be related to Du Qian (Du Zhao's father), a poor student? !

"Which family does Madam belong to? I have never heard Brother Du say that he has such extraordinary relatives before." The middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

They and Du Qian are very good classmates and friends, and they are very clear about Du Jian's family background. If he has such a rich relative, why didn't he ask this relative for help early in the beginning of his illness, instead of asking for help after his death? Let the wife find it?

If Mrs. Du entrusted the child to the wrong person, how could they be worthy of Brother Du?The man thought to himself.

"Your Majesty, please don't worry. Cousin Du is the son of my cousin's aunt. Our blood relationship is far away, but we are indeed relatives. It's just that my family is in the capital, and my cousin's family is in Weicheng, Suzhou. The two sides are too far apart. We didn't know each other for many years, and it was my cousin who came to find out that my cousin's family has reached this situation." Xu Shichu avoided his own identity and briefly introduced.

It was only then that the distant cousin's classmates believed her.

In fact, if it weren't for his classmates and friends who were not in a good family or their wives were not easy to get along with, Du Qian would not have asked his wife to entrust her son to Xu Shichu, but to these friends.

When Mrs. Du returned home, she lay down next to her husband, holding his cold hand, and finally gave her son a look full of reluctance, then slowly closed her eyes and left.

Xu Shichu had already been mentally prepared, and asked someone to buy a coffin for two people, and buried the couple who died young together, so that they lived in the same quilt and died in the same coffin.

Although Du Zhao was young and didn't understand what death was, his parents closed their eyes and let him cry and yelled, but they ignored him. He seemed to know something, and cried with all his strength. Being sick, weeping weakly and hoarsely, it is very sad.

Xu Shichu's funeral for Du's couple was simply handled, only Du Qian's classmates, friends and neighbors attended, she did not disturb the prime minister's residence, after all, this Du's family was only her own relatives.

But about bringing Du Zhao back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Luo Changqing had to be informed. After all, this was his territory, and there was no reason why Wan didn't adopt a child without telling the owner of the mansion.

(End of this chapter)