Feng Heming

Chapter 1: I'm About to Die
Peach blossoms bloom in March, and it is just the right time for spring, and the servants of Jiang's mansion are unconsciously infected by the blooming peach blossoms, and smiles bloom on their faces.

What is incompatible with joy and harmony is the melancholy on the face of a little girl.

Jiang Yuanxi leaned listlessly on the bed by the window, staring blankly at the peach blossoms outside the window.

They haven't seen such a disgruntled little master for a long time, and what makes them even more anxious is that the little master has maintained such an attitude for nearly an hour.

Fang couldn't sit still.

She stepped forward and stood beside Jiang Yuanxi, bent slightly, and asked softly and tentatively: "Wu Niang, the sun is just right, do you want to go for a stroll in the garden?"

Wu Niang is the youngest little master in the mansion. She is loved and loved at home, and she is only twelve years old. It is the time of innocence and romance. I often see peach blossoms in the mansion, and I will always let them prepare food and go to the peach blossom tree. Enjoy some snacks while enjoying the view.

Afang's words "Hurry up and prepare some snacks and tea, Wuniang is going to enjoy the flowers" in his throat were ready, and Jiang Yuanxi just nodded.

Jiang Yuanxi looked back at A Fang slowly, then turned his head away again, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to go."

A Fang's words choked in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

A Fang didn't give up, and asked softly: "Wu Niang sees the sun is too hot? We will hold an umbrella, Wu Niang doesn't have to worry about getting sunburned."

Jiang Yuanxi raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the somewhat gloomy sky outside the window, and was speechless for a moment when A Fang said "the sun is just right".

"Fang, I don't want to move."

Jiang Yuanxi was lazy, like a stuffed cat dumpling, but the emotions revealed by her whole body made it impossible for A Fang to regard it as a sign of spring fatigue.

Afang thought for a while, and she caught a glimpse of the book in Jiang Yuanxi's hand out of the corner of her eye, and she was concerned again.

"Wu Niang, since you don't want to move, how about I read to you?"

As Jiang Yuanxi's personal maid, in this era when it is difficult to read and write, A Fang is proficient in writing and ink, and is not good at writing, but there is no problem reading for the little master.

Jiang Yuanxi propped his chin with his hand, without lifting his eyelids, he lazily refused, "Ah Fang, it's rare to take a day off to take a bath, I don't want to spend it in the books."

If the other girls in the mansion said this, A Fang would still take it for granted, but it was Wu Niang who said this.

Only one sentence came to A Fang's mind - "Too bad, could it be that Wu Niang was hit so badly that she even threw away the books!"

Outsiders don't know, how could they, the dignified people in the mansion who are used to serving the master, not know that Wu Niang is the most outstanding junior in the mansion, the top one among the eight gentlemen and five young ladies of the Jiang family.

Wu Niang can speak at the age of one, write poems at the age of three, and write poems at the age of five. She has been loved by Mrs. Jiang since she was a child, and she has been taught by Mrs. Jiang since she was a child. Wu Niang's eldest brother Da Langjun.

But everyone knows that Mr. Dalang will take over the entire Jiang family in the future, and it is only natural that Mr. Jiang will take him by his side and teach him. Besides, among the rest of the younger generation, only Wu Niang can have this honor. Mother's position in Mr. Jiang's heart.

Wu Niang never put down the book, even when she was studying Xiumu, she still had to read the book for a while, but now she doesn't even want to read her favorite book, how can Ah Fang not be anxious?

But she didn't dare to reveal it, for fear of irritating Wu Niang, so she had to rack her brains to arouse Wu Niang's interest.

"Wu Niang, why don't we play rope?"

"That's a game for three-year-olds, and I'm not a three-year-old."

Standing behind the two, the maids who usually like to play rope and have been wallflowers, all over the age of 13:
"Then why don't we go on the swing?"

"Fang, it's windless and dull today, swinging on a swing is not fun."

"How about catching stones? I made quite a few lucky bags a few days ago."

A Fang took out five small lucky bags that were only as thick as two fingers from his arms, tossed them in his palm, and heard the sound of the stones in the lucky bags colliding.

"Afang's hands are bigger than mine, and he loses every time he catches stones, so he doesn't want to play."

For a game that would lose every time he played, Jiang Yuanxi expressed that he was really not interested.

"Then shall we go to catch the butterflies?"

"I don't want to move."

After asking about several games that Jiang Yuanxi likes to play in succession, she couldn't get her interested. Afang stomped his feet angrily, and wanted to turn around and go out to find his wife.

Something was really wrong with Wu Niang, but she couldn't find out, so she had to report to Madam.

"Afang, come and talk to me."

Jiang Yuanxi's lazy words successfully made Afang stop. She paused, took a futon from another maid beside her, put it on the side of the bed, and sat on it.

"Afang, are you satisfied with this kind of life?"

Jiang Yuanxi turned around, lowered his head slightly and asked seriously.

Afang was stunned, then smiled, "Wu Niang, you don't know how many people envy me as a maid of Jiang's family. I can eat enough, have clothes to wear, and can read and write. This kind of life is already much better than many people outside. .”

Looking at the smile on A Fang's face, Jiang Yuanxi understood that she was telling the truth.

"Afang, have you ever thought how long you will live?"

Jiang Yuanxi suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

A Fang smiled, "Wu Niang, when it's time to die, you will die."

Jiang Yuanxi was stunned, and saw that there was relief on A Fang's face, but it was more of a faint worry for her. She yawned pretending to be sleepy, and changed back to the lazy look just now.

"Afang, don't worry, I'm just tired, you can take the rest of the people to work first, I'll be fine after I rest for a while."

Jiang Yuanxi was afraid that A Fang would make a fuss out of a molehill and cause A Niang to worry, so he instructed: "You don't need to tell A Niang, I'm fine."

A Fang glanced at her worriedly. After all, he took someone out to do some busy work.

Jiang Yuanxi waited until there was no one else in the room, his face collapsed, his eyes were rarely confused.

"When it's time to die, you will die."

She murmured and repeated Afang's words just now, her delicate face showed grievance, sadness, bewilderment, uneasiness, fear and other emotions.

"Then I'll die in two years, that means it's time for me to die?"

"There are nearly 5000 servants in the entire Jiang family, should they all be killed?"

"If I was doomed to die, why did I go back to two years ago? Could it be that I offended God and wanted me to suffer another beheading?"

"Hiss—it seems that I really offended God, but I didn't expect that God is also a grudge, and he doesn't have a broad mind like the sky at all!"

The last sentence already contained a trace of disdain and dissatisfaction.

PS:
A few days ago, I counted my fingers, and today is a good and auspicious day, and it is appropriate to open the market.

So start a new book! ! !
1. Welcome new and old friends, hope to see you here.

2. I solemnly recommend the old book "Huajinli" to new friends. Everyone go poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, and get pregnant anyway~~
3. Little fairies, the new book needs your support very much. The public period of the new book is tentatively scheduled, and one recommendation ticket will be added for every [-] full. If you have a ticket, come to me. I am not afraid of pain!

And, I wish the children of the college entrance examination get high scores and have fun, everyone lives smoothly and enjoys reading~~~
(End of this chapter)