So pitiful.

Qiu Jiang sat in front of the window, looking at the snow outside, but listening to the chatting sounds coming from the slave room thirty feet away. They were all saying--she is so pitiful.

"Mrs. I have begged so many times, but the young master refuses to come. I really don't even think about the love between the past..." The pretty female voice was from the maid named A Xiu.

"Those who were sent up the mountain were all lost." The tired and old voice was from the housekeeper named Yue Grandma. "You have to stay here for the rest of your life without a child, so pitiful..."

"If I had known today, why should I have been there? I heard that she offended the eldest lady and was taken to the mountain to calm down and cultivate her nature. After raising her for half a year... It seems that there is no hope to go back." A Xiu sighed, and it is inevitable to complain, "We have to stay in the mountain for the rest of our lives. It's so cold here, washing clothes and vegetables can freeze people to death."

"Or, go and ask the housekeeper again, beg her to go to the young master to hand it over. As long as the young master can come and see the wife, maybe everything will turn around..."

Qiu Jiang listened quietly.

She actually remembers nothing.

At the beginning of the year, I had a serious illness. When I woke up, I felt a split headache and couldn't remember anything.

She didn't know who she was, what she had done, and her body was completely out of control.

Like a newborn baby, you need to re-understand the world in front of you.

Fortunately, I can still understand others' words. Moreover, my hearing is particularly sensitive and I can hear sounds from far away.

Therefore, these days, she has been sitting quietly listening.

The place where she lives is called Taohe Villa, which is built on the top of a mountain called Yunmeng Mountain. It has snow all year round, and it is late winter, which is particularly cold.

She heard Axiu complain that the charcoal this month was used very quickly and was burned out, so the house was as cold as an ice cave.

Now that the sun is coming out, it is a little better, Mother Yue takes her to the window to bask in the sun.

Outside the window is a deserted yard with no scenery to speak of. The sky is blue and cloudless, as clean as a mirror.

It is said that her name is Qiu Jiang, who is the eleventh concubine of a man named Feng Xiaoya. She fell out of favor because she contradicted the eldest lady and was sent up the mountain to think about her mistakes behind closed doors.

In addition to her, there are several concubines who are also out of favor in Taohe Villa, but they are separate from each other and never interact with each other.

In the past few months, except for Mother Yue and A Xiu, she has never seen a third person.

She wanted to meet Feng Xiaoya, but Grandma Yue handed over several times but didn't respond. Grandma Yue asked different reasons every time. The young master might not have calmed down yet, so wait a little longer; the young master was too busy and had no time recently, so wait a little longer; the young master was sick and inconvenient to travel, so wait a little longer...

But Qiu Jiang had already learned from the private whispers between Grandma Yue and A Xiu: Feng Xiaoya refused to come to see her.

So pitiful.

A Xiu and Grandma Yue said so to her.

Qiu Jiang listened expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Then, she took a deep breath, tried to lift her arm, and slowly, slowly, little by little to little by little, just a little near...

Bang!

Grandma Yue and A Xiu rushed over and rushed into the room. When they rushed into the room, they saw Qiu Jiang falling to the ground again.

"Do whatever you want, just call us. Your body is not yet sharp yet, don't show off!" A Xiu picked her up with some complaint. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he was very strong. He held her back to the couch without breathing at all.

Grandma Yue lifted her clothes and sure enough, she saw a few more green marks on her body.

While applying medicine to her, A Xiu continued to blame her: "I fell seven or eight times in just three days, and the ointment is almost used up. I have to wait for the first day of the day before they can deliver things up the mountain. There are still ten days left, so I have to save everything."

Qiu Jiang didn't speak, her facial features were ordinary, and when she was silent, she looked like a wood sculpture without anger.

A Xiu sighed helplessly and covered her with a quilt: "Okay, you'd better lie down. It's almost noon, I'll go cook."

After A Xiu left, Grandma Yue was about to leave when she suddenly heard a sob from the quilt, extremely light and shallow, full of depression.

Grandma Yue looked back at the poor man in the quilt and left with great worries.

Qiu Jiang fell ill that night.

The high fever does not subside, the whole body is trembling, and it is difficult to get rice soup.

A Xiu panicked: "What should I do? I have to ask the doctor to come! But we are not allowed to go down the mountain, what should I do?"

Grandma Yue hesitated for a long time before she went to the warmhouse to catch a pigeon and put a note to let it fly down the mountain.

A Xiu was shocked: "Mother-in-law, I mean the pigeons you raised are used for this?"

Grandma Yue sighed: "Young Master said that you are not allowed to put pigeons on him unless you have to, but I see my wife's condition... I'm afraid I can't stand these days..."

"Young Master is such a ruthless person." A Xiu, who had never seen Feng Xiaoya, had only heard a lot of his deeds, said this.

The ruthless young man finally set foot in Taohe Villa the next night.

A Xiu only looked up and his heart pounded: Too, too...too handsome!

Feng Xiaoya is known as the most beautiful man in Yan State, but A Xiu did not expect that he was even better than she thought. He walked down from the carriage in black clothes, and since he appeared, everything around him no longer existed.

All the beams of light shine on him in the sky and under the ground.

A Xiu held his breath and did not dare to look again. He lowered his head and stood by the door.

The one who came with the young master was a gray-clothed entourage, with a thin body and was equally serious. He walked up to put the veins for Qiu Jiang, and after a moment he replied: "The wind caught a cool breeze and the cold air entering the body is not a serious illness."

A Xiu's eyes widened - Is it still a serious illness if he is so sick?

Feng Xiaoya nodded: "Buqi, you and Grandma Yue go to decoct medicine."

It was time for the follower to leave with Grandma Yue.

As a result, only Feng Xiaoya and Qiu Jiang were left in the room.

A Xiu thought it was very good. This illness might be an opportunity for the wife and the young master to make peace. I hope the young master can forgive the wife, let the wife go home, and then take her down the mountain, because it is too cold here.

Feng Xiaoya came to the bed. His movements were very slow and his walking posture was different than that of ordinary people. He seemed to be dragging a heavy burden forward, which was very difficult.

Qiu Jiang heard the sound and opened her eyes in a daze and saw a pair of eyes that looked extremely deep because of indifference.

And what was colder than his eyes was his words: "You were deliberately sick so that I could see you. Now, the purpose has been achieved."

Qiu Jiang was a little stunned. Her head was dizzy and heavy, and his figure seemed to be twisted and blurred.

"What do you want?" Feng Xiaoya asked her.

Qiu Jiang was confused: What do I want?

"I can't pick you up."

Why? Why can't it?

"You stay here, embroider, ginseng Buddha, brew wine... everything is good, find something for yourself."

It’s fine to embroider ginseng Buddha, but where does the saying of brewing wine come from?

"Many methods can only be used once. So... I won't come again if I pretend to be sick next time."

Qiu Jiang felt unwilling to accept it in her heart and struggled to sit up.

The two looked at each other.

Qiu Jiang felt the flames in his heart rush out in a surging manner, but hit the ice layer and thorned it and it was completely wiped out.

She always wanted to see Feng Xiaoya.

She didn't remember anything, but she still insisted on seeing him.

I always feel that if I see him, I will think of something and change something.

But now I know that everything is just an illusion.

Feng Xiaoya is a heartless person.

And she probably suffered too much pain, so she chose to protect herself from forgetting.

Qiu Jiang was trembling all over, sweating like rain, soaking her long hair and clothes. She looked weak and pale, and she broke when touched.

When Feng Xiaoya saw her in this way, her eyes suddenly changed and she leaned over, as if she wanted to kiss her.

The autumn ginger did not move.

The moment he was about to touch, he flicked his sleeves and pushed her hard.

Qiu Jiang fell back to the couch uncontrollably, feeling frightened and speechless.

Feng Xiaoya's expression returned to indifference again, even more gloomy than before, and a little angry, but she didn't know if she was angry with her or herself.

"Just do it yourself." After saying this, he wanted to leave.

Qiu Jiang couldn't help but sternly said: "Why do you do this to me? What did I do wrong? I don't remember anything! Even if I want to punish me, I have to let me know what happened, right?"

Feng Xiaoya suddenly turned around, and a light of water flashed in her eyes, condensed into frost again: "You really don't remember?"

"Yes!" Qiu Jiang bit her lip and said unyieldingly, "Where did I offend the eldest lady? Why did I lock me in such a place for the rest of my life?"

Feng Xiaoya stared at her steadily, but didn't say anything. In the end, the gray-clothed entourage came back with the decocted medicine, breaking the stalemate.

"Young Master?" The gray-clothed entourage turned around and handed the medicine to Grandma Yue, signaling her to feed the medicine.

Grandma Yue held the medicine in front of Qiu Jiang, but Qiu Jiang rolled and fell off the couch.

Grandma Yue was startled and wanted to support her, but Qiu Jiang stared at Feng Xiaoya tightly and crawled towards him little by little with her hands: "What? Is the mistake I made so hard to say? Why don't you dare to answer? I just locked me up here, I'm not convinced!"

Grandma Yue and A Xiu who came into the house after hearing the sound were both frightened. She never expected that a concubine would dare to talk to her master like this.
To be continued...