After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

She fiddled with a lot of food for him, and made a dessert after the meal, which was loquat cake.

The white tender and glutinous skin is wrapped with golden loquat stuffing, which is very cute and round.

Shen Juncheng stared at the loquat cake for a long time before picking up a piece to taste.

It's the taste in memory, even the sweetness is so similar...

Su Anan sat aside, holding her cheeks to watch him eat, her eyebrows and eyes tender and nostalgic.

She was always very excited, and seemed to be very happy because of his arrival. It was not until the evening that she became a little quieter and went to bathe silently with her clothes in her arms.

Shen Juncheng looked at the room slowly, it was very clean, there was a pot of Clivia on the window, which he liked.

He likes the incense lit in the censer.

The color of the quilt on the bed was his favorite.

Almost all the arrangements in the room are according to the pattern he likes.

He skipped them one by one, his eyes fixed on the jars of celadon medicine boxes next to the dressing gown.

Shen Juncheng picked it up, opened the lid and smelled it, it was jade cream.

Isn't this what he asked Mao Ming to study, but he hasn't had time to send it...

With a squeak, she came out of the bath, changed into a thin middle coat, pinched out a thin waist, and her black hair was swaying around her waist, like a misty blue smoke.

Seeing that he was holding the box of Yuyan ointment, he said: "Oh, the wound on my face is almost healed, this jade ointment is really useful, take the time to ask Imperial Doctor Du to come, and I will cook a table of dishes to thank in person. Get him down, okay?"

She thought to herself that it was because Imperial Physician Du had developed such a good wound medicine that she had hope of recovering her appearance.

Although it can't compare to before the disfigurement, she is already very satisfied with this.

Shen Juncheng put down the jade cream, looked at her, and hummed.

Then fell silent.

The candle was dim, and she stood aside, looking more and more graceful.

Su An'an found that he had been looking at him, and his face turned red. He grabbed the hem of his clothes and asked, "Why don't you go take a bath?"

Shen Juncheng didn't say a word, and still looked at her quietly.

Her hair was covered with blue silk, which made her look particularly charming under the candlelight.

His eyes wandered, shy and timid, but he dared to meet his eyebrows.

Shen Juncheng walked over as if uncontrollably, and then reached out to lift her chin.

Under the candlelight, those eyes with a hint of shyness were really beautiful, like an autumn pond overflowing with starlight, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Su An'an's face was flushed red, and even the few red marks were pressed down, making him more charming.

She didn't dare to look at him, she quickly turned her eyes away, and said, "I, I'll change your clothes for you."

The little hand groped around his girdle, trembling slightly.

Just before she could untie her girdle, suddenly, with a whirl, she was picked up by him and walked to the bedside.

Curtain tents, covering a room charming.

The only thing that came out was her murmur, "Shen Juncheng, Shen Juncheng..."

He felt that it was the first time he heard her call him that, but for some reason, he subconsciously felt that he seemed to have heard it thousands of times...

Every time, he deeply misses and covets, and would rather drown in her call...

I'd rather never wake up...

It was dawn, and the birds outside the window chirped, finally waking up the dreamer.

Shen Juncheng stared blankly at the top of the tent, then looked at the empty pillow.

He stayed for a long time, then got up to wash up, changed into black clothes, and went to Bieyuan Garden on the outskirts of the city.

The bluestone bricks in the garden are covered with moss, the garden is unattended, the weeds grow wildly, and the bedroom has a faint musty smell that has been vacant for a long time.

It is different from the warmth in the dream. There is no her who lights up a bright lamp every night waiting for her to return, without her cheers, without the vitality full of flowers, and the garden is withered everywhere...

He closed his eyes suddenly.

When the red signal came on, it was Zhou Qing who raided a batch of goods that Yudu had left, and Yudu finally revived. That batch of goods was very important, so he had to rush back to support it immediately.

His support was timely, Zhou Qing was injured by him and had to escape, but that time also affected his poison.

The poison in his body could no longer be delayed and needed to be removed. Bing Xin Dan had already been nourished, but when the poison was removed, he found another cruel news.

The uncle who has always loved him just wanted to use him, not Liang Mingyu and his conscience. After learning of her father's conspiracy, he pretended to compromise and stole Bing Xindan and quietly detoxified him. At that time, he probably couldn't survive.

Although the gu poison was resolved, the process was not smooth. Because the gu poison had eroded so deeply, it almost cost him half of his life to remove it once, and because he was seriously injured at the time, he was in a coma for a long time.

When he finally woke up, dealt with the piled up important matters, and then found Yao Niang, he heard the news of her running away without permission.

He immediately dispatched spies from the capital to look for it, but in the end what he found was just a corpse...

He suddenly regretted, very regretful.

If nothing had happened to me, I had brought her to Bieyuan in time, hid her, and kept her pampered, wouldn't the dream come true?

He knew very well how much he craved the warmth in his dreams...

Shen Juncheng sat in the courtyard for an hour before leaving, and once again rode to her cemetery.

It was already spring, and the grass beside her tomb was revived. It was green, and there were many wild flowers mixed with it.

Shen Juncheng put the daisy in his hand in front of her tomb.

"sorry……"

Finally he was late...

He squatted down, stroked her tombstone, and promised gently, "If there is an afterlife, I will live up to you..."

The breeze blew away his promise, and also blew his back lonely, like a lonely traveler on a distant journey.

The distant mountains finally engulfed his figure, only the daisies in front of the tombstone were bright and beautiful, and butterflies fell on them.

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In the twenty-fourth year of Yongjia, Song Xingyuan successfully seized the throne and changed his reign name to Jiankang, which was four years later than his previous life.

In the same year, Shen Juncheng finally collected evidence of Shen Yong's crime, testified for his father, and explained that he had been persecuted before, and was forced to fake death to save himself.

Shen Yong's family was beheaded, and his father was posthumously named the Great General of the State of Zhen.

One year after Jiankang, a war broke out in Chicheng, and Shen Juncheng, who had just settled down, was appointed as General Dingwu and went on an expedition for five years.

After six years of Jiankang, he returned triumphantly, but due to various injuries, his body deteriorated, coughing every day, and he could no longer go to war.

In the ninth year of Jiankang, he was already in his thirties. Song Xingyuan offered him a marriage again, but he rejected him because of his physical condition.

He knew what his physical condition was, and he had no intention to delay others.

Song Xingyuan was ashamed, because he knew his physical condition when he sent Brother Shen to the expedition. Liang Guangwen's beast did a lot of harm to Brother Shen, and he suffered a serious loss.

Liang Guangwen finally died at the hands of Song Xingyuan.

Because he was afraid that Brother Shen would miss the old days and was unwilling to kill him, so he secretly took action to solve it.

In order to make up for it, Song Xingyuan gave him a lot of things, mighty, and named him King Anhuai, and gave him the fief of Lingnan, which was fertile and beautiful, but Shen Juncheng rejected him.

His face was pale, his eyes were precipitated by the years, and there was no more waves.

He suddenly didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to go to the warm suburban Bieyuan in his dream, so he adopted a smart child in the collateral line, inherited his own title, and then voluntarily resigned and lived in seclusion in the suburban Bieyuan .

He took care of Bieyuan into a dream, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, butterflies fluttering, and a rocking chair under the pear tree.

In the warm afternoon, he likes to lie in the rocking chair and take a nap, because when he falls asleep, he always dreams of her.

The beauty in his dreams is his last nostalgia...

cough...cough...cough...

A gust of wind blew, and he was woken up by coughing. He covered it with a handkerchief. When he stepped back, a touch of red fell on the white handkerchief.

He smiled and didn't care, he continued to lie down, looking at the mottled flowers and shadows, his thoughts seemed to drift far, far away...

After eleven years of health, his cough became more and more serious, and Du Maoming had no choice but to send more supplements each time, but his senior brother was still losing weight.

At the end of that year, he went to visit the grave for the last time, and when he returned, he fell ill.

Before waiting for the spring to bloom, he was at the end of the game.

When he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear her soft and naughty call again.

"Shen Juncheng, Shen Juncheng, wake up, it's time to go home."

He opened his eyes vaguely, and saw her standing in front of her with a sweet smile, reaching out and pulling him away...

She said, "Let's go, I'll take you home, our home is in Liguan, where there is an endless grassland, where is your mother's hometown, we can go to spring, go hunting, play together, there will be lovely people there. child……"

Her voice was light, like the wind blowing in March, full of life with the breath of spring.

She outlines the outline of the future warmly, making people feel that the future is bright.

Shen Juncheng followed her, as if he saw the silhouettes of the two walking on the green grassland stretched by the setting sun.

In her gentle voice, he closed his eyes, the white jade medicine bottle in his hand slipped, fell to the ground, and shattered.

Eleven years of health, in winter, Shen Juncheng died of illness in Xiaobieyuan in the suburbs at the age of thirty-six...

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