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    Because the next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival and Feng Shizhen had to go home for the holiday, Mrs. Rong invited her downstairs to have a pre-holiday meal together.

    Feng Shizhen went down to the living room and saw Rong Dingkun sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. His second concubine was sitting next to him, peeling an apple.

    Rong Dingkun is wearing a Chinese-style long gown today, which makes him look even more elegant and elegant.  He is already in his fifties, but he is extremely well-maintained and looks only about forty years old. He is very handsome and decent.  If he didn't know his dark background, Feng Shizhen might have been deceived by him.

    "Ms. Feng." Rong Dingkun put down the newspaper and said politely, "Are you going back to your hometown to visit relatives during the holidays?"

    Feng Shizhen said: "My father is unable to move around, so he can only stay in Shanghai for the holidays."

    Rong Dingkun added: "I heard that you have an eldest brother who is a government-funded international student. When will he graduate and return to China?"

    Feng Shizhen couldn't help but look sad: "My eldest brother heard about the accident at home and dropped out of school to return to China. He should be here in half a month. I persuaded him to get his degree and come back, but he can't wait."

    Rong Dingkun sighed: "Your elder brother has a filial heart. Knowing that his parents and sister are suffering, how can he still stay abroad and live a happy life? What did he study?"

    "Study medicine."

    "That's talent." Rong Dingkun said, "When he comes back, bring him to me to see him. I am also one of the shareholders of Dahua Hospital. If he is really good, I will give him a position."

    "Master!" Feng Shizhen was flattered and looked at Rong Dingkun with gratitude, "This is great! Thank you, Master Rong! My elder brother will not let you down!"

    The second aunt looked on with a smile and said: "Miss Feng must follow our master. Nowadays, it is fashionable for girls who have studied to work in foreign banks and trading houses. Hasn't Miss Feng thought about it?"  "

    Feng Shizhen lowered his head, the backs of his ears turned red, and said awkwardly: "I have never done it outside of school, so I don't know if I am qualified. I just want to teach well first, and live up to the trust of my master and my wife."  .¡±

    The second aunt smiled and said: "It will definitely work. Miss Feng teaches a few children at our house. She is really unworthy of her talents."

    "We, Miss Feng, are down-to-earth people. We don't have such ambitions and do not know what is good or bad." Mrs. Rong took the eldest aunt downstairs and sneered at the second aunt.

    The second aunt put down the apple, her eyes were red with grievance, and her face was lonely and sad: "I said the wrong thing, Miss Feng, don't mind."

    Feng Shizhen said sincerely that before, he thought that Yu Zhihui's skill at pretending to be wronged was first-class. Now that he saw it, Miss Yu should quickly become a disciple of his second concubine.

    "Besides, the second concubine did not contradict Mrs. Rong, but instead threw the ball to Feng Shizhen.  It made it seem like Feng Shizhen was the one who bullied her.  This move of shifting the world, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, really slapped Mrs. Rong in the face again, and hit Feng Shizhen again.

    Master!

    Feng Shizhen could only say with sincerity and fear: "It's nothing, the second aunt is just enthusiastic"

    "Aunt Sun's habit of apologizing at every turn is still the same." Rong Fanglin said coldly and came downstairs, "I think you should work for the State Council. Whenever you encounter situations where you have to apologize to foreign guests,  Son, I will send you to the field. Wherever you stand pitifully, no matter how big an international dispute is, it can be solved immediately. It is an incompetence of your talent to keep you in our home!"

    Feng Shizhen cheered secretly in his heart.

    The second aunt¡¯s pretty face turned blue and red, and she was speechless for a while.

    Rong Dingkun obviously loved his eldest daughter very much. When he saw her contradicting his beloved concubine, he just scolded her for being ridiculous.  The second aunt was very sensible and did not provoke Miss Rong. She gritted her teeth and suffered the loss.

    Mrs. Rong said to her husband: "Jia Shang said he had a cold. He took medicine and went to sleep. He didn't come down to eat. I don't think he can go back to the countryside with us tomorrow."

    Rong Dingkun frowned displeased: "How come he doesn't get sick early and late, but he gets sick at this time? He can't be pretending to be sick and refuses to go out with us."

    Feng Shizhen couldn't help but interjected: "I'm really sick. I'm sneezing and having a runny nose, and I'm very lethargic. This disease is contagious, so it's best for the young master to rest at home."

    Rong Dingkun had no choice but to say: "Then let him stay at home."

    Then he ordered the servants to serve food, and everyone had a meal in harmony. No one asked Rong Jiashang, as if he didn't exist in the first place.

    Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Dingkun¡¯s loving expression as he fed his youngest son vegetables with his own hands, and looked at the other wives, concubines, and children laughing and chatting, and suddenly understood what was going on in Rong Jiashang.The woman's delicate face.

    "Feng Shizhen." He said, "It's you again."

    Feng Shizhen took out the thermometer: "Thirty-nine degrees eight. If the fever doesn't go away after dawn, you will have to ask a doctor to give you an injection."

    "What a fuss. It's just a cold." Rong Jia's cheeks were flushed, but he remained stubborn.

    Feng Shizhen asked: "Do you want to eat something? I see that you just vomited all the food."

    "Whatever." Rong Jiashang closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep again.

    After a long time, he felt someone entering the room and woke up again.  The fragrance of rice porridge wafts into your nose.

    Although he had no appetite, Rong Jiashang still sat up and drank half a bowl of meat floss porridge.  My uncomfortably cramped stomach miraculously improved, and a warm power seemed to be injected into my body.

    "You won't vomit again, will you?" Feng Shizhen was a little worried, "It should be a problem with the cold medicine. Did you take the medicine on an empty stomach?"

    "Don't be nagging." Rong Jiashang said impatiently, "I'm fine, you can go back."

    "Go to sleep." Feng Shizhen changed a cold handkerchief for him, sat by the bed, and watched him quietly.

    Rong Jiashang gradually fell asleep again, breathing steadily.  Feng Shizhen turned off the light.  Outside the window, the August 14th moonlight shone in, making light patterns on the floor.  This scene seemed familiar, and Feng Shizhen felt as if he was hearing the melodious dance music again, feeling relaxed and happy.

    In the silence, Rong Jia turned over and slept on his side.  Feng Shizhen helped him put up the wet handkerchief again, held his hand and put it into the quilt.

    The hot fingers moved, wrapped around Feng Shizhen's fingers, and held her hand.

    Feng Shizhen was slightly startled, but did not pull his hand back.

    This night passed very long for Rong Jiashang.  He was dizzy with fever. At first, his whole body was hot, as if he were in a sea of ??fire. At dawn, the fever subsided and he was sweating like crazy again.

    He woke up many times during the journey, but his consciousness was all groggy. He only remembered that someone was always by his side, taking the trouble to put a cold handkerchief on him, and pulling up the quilt he kicked away over and over again to wipe away the pain he had rolled down.  of sweat.

    The woman's hands were cold and soft, gently touching his face, just like the mother's hands in his imagination.  There is a light and pleasant smell on her body, which makes people feel peaceful, like being on a sunny day after rain.

    The light morning light falls, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant outside the window, the sky is clear and cloudless, and the autumn wind is blowing up the fallen leaves.

    Rong Jiashang slowly opened his eyes.

    Last night¡¯s high fever was like a summer shower, coming in waves and then rushing away, leaving only a wet trail of sweat.

    The room was empty except for the chair beside the bed.

    Rong Jiashang's right hand was still stretched out outside the quilt, holding it empty, and his palm was empty, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, as if something had slipped away while he was sleeping.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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