mtlumby2d Chapter 103: Sleep and the Illness Will Be Healed
Chapter 103: Sleep and the Illness Will Be Healed
Capital city, Duke He’s mansion.
The lingering bitter smell of medicine filled the lush courtyard.
A little girl of seven or eight years old with double buns, wearing a light green jacket and a white gauze skirt, with a well-behaved face, holding the copied scriptures in her hands, walked up the stairs and walked into the wing room next to the main house.
In the side room, a woman in her early thirties was holding a white porcelain bowl and feeding the little boy on the bed porridge mouthful by mouthful.
This little boy looked to be about seven or eight years old, but his skin was sallow, he was thin and small, his hair was dry and yellow, and his face was thin and pointy, which made his eyes look particularly big.
However, there was no life in those big eyes, making the little boy look like a sickly seedling that might fall to the ground at any time.
"No more."
The little boy frowned and pushed away the silver spoon that was once again extended to him.
The woman looked at the bowl in her hand. The bowl of porridge was originally only half the size of a palm, and she had only finished half of it.
From childhood to adulthood, it has been so difficult for Hu Ge'er to eat, it is almost as difficult as taking medicine.
Of course, Hu Ge'er needs to take more medicine every day than food.
The woman sighed inwardly and put down her bowl.
She tucked the quilt around the little boy again, fearing that he might catch a cold again by accident.
The obedient voice of a little girl came from behind.
"Mother, I have finished copying the sutra for my brother. Is my brother feeling better today?"
The woman turned around and looked at the girl. She saw a little girl in green and white skirt. She was light and graceful, like a thriving young poplar tree. She looked so full of vitality.
She sighed inwardly again.
He took the scripture from the girl and flipped through two pages at random. He found that the handwriting was neat and had a certain beauty. He nodded and said, "Well done, Shan'er."
This is the Medicine God Mantra, the full text has more than 10,000 words.
If there is a sick person in the wealthy families in the capital, the close relatives will often copy some medicine god spells by hand and pray to the medicine god for the patient.
This scripture can be wrapped in white silk and placed at the head of the patient's bed, or it can be placed in the middle of the desk or behind the central hall.
In short, the more hand-copied scriptures there are, the more beneficial it will be to the patient's condition, and the more sincere the patient's heart will be.
But what if there are too many copies of these scriptures and there is no place to display them?
People in the capital also have an established practice, which is to burn these scriptures in incense burners in the middle or end of the year, in the name of eliminating pathogenic qi.
The woman held the hand-copied sutra in both hands and placed it reverently and carefully in the center of the desk.
This small desk is made of wenge wood. The four corners are polished to be extremely smooth, and the surrounding area is inlaid with silver wire to form exquisite twined patterns. Unfortunately, since it was placed in this bedroom, it has rarely been used properly.
When she turned around again, the girl was already kneeling beside the bed, talking to the boy.
"Brother, how do you feel today?"
The boy looked at the girl with a slightly complicated expression and said slowly, "Very good."
He and his sister are twins, a boy and a girl, born on the same day.
My sister is in good health, can eat and sleep well, and never gets sick.
However, he had to take medicine all the time and was weak. He spent most of the winter, summer and spring seasons in bed.
This spring, he was finally able to get up and walk, and his appetite was slightly better. However, after only two days of going to school with his cousins, he fell ill again.
His elder sister, who was born in the same year, is already half a head taller than him.
People in the mansion said that it was the elder sister who sucked away most of the mother's blood and essence in the womb, so when they were born, one was strong and the other was weak.
So when he was drinking bitter medicine and feeling very sick, he couldn't help hating his sister.
Why did he take away most of it? Wouldn’t it be better if the siblings could just split it equally?
But when he calmed down, he thought again, who can say for sure what happens in the womb?
Even if it was true that my sister sucked away most of it, what would she know about such a small baby?
Moreover, my sister is not like other brothers and sisters in the mansion. They all avoid him far away. It is lucky to see them two or three times a year.
And my sister would copy scriptures for me, tell me interesting stories, and pick flowers from outside for me to see.
A few years ago, when they were both very young, he cried and didn't want to take the bitter medicine, so his sister secretly helped him drink half of it. Of course, later on, when the incident happened, he was forced to drink the medicine again, and his sister was punished... But this was also the most interesting and profound memory in his mind.
Lin Yanniang stood beside the desk, talking to her two children.
Her daughter is strong and healthy, while her son is weak and sickly. This has been her biggest worry over the years.
Three months ago, Lin Yanniang's father passed away. After crying for a while, she was going to take her two children back to attend the funeral. Who could have imagined that Hu Ge'er fell ill that night. His condition was extremely serious, so she had no choice but to leave Hu Ge'er behind and return thousands of miles away. She could only send a few trusted servants back... In this way, wouldn't she be an unfilial daughter who didn't even go back to attend the funeral of her father?
Oh, it would be great if Brother Hu had as good a physique as Sister Shan!
She has never returned to her parents' home since she got married.
Even now, she planned to wait until Hu Ge'er got better, then entrust Hu Ge to the care of the wet nurse and servants, and take Shan Jie'er back to her parents' home...but she still couldn't leave.
"Sister Shan, it's ok, let Brother Hu take a break, and we'll go to the flower hall to have dinner together."
Hu Ge'er's eyes followed the figures of his sister and mother until they left the house and could no longer be seen.
The wet nurse who had been guarding the corner of the room finally came out and lowered the tent that was hooked with a silver hook for Huger.
"Brother Hu, go to sleep. You will be well after a good sleep!"
There were not many servants in Weirui Courtyard, and there were only two maids serving lunch to Lin Yanniang and Shanjie'er.
The lunch for the mother and daughter was also simple.
It was just ordinary white rice and four dishes of vegetarian dishes.
Lin Yanniang was a married woman, so she had to observe mourning for a year and could not eat meat.
As the granddaughter, Shanjie only needs to observe mourning for three months.
Seriously speaking, March had already passed, but she and A'niang had been eating lunch together. A'niang was worried and didn't think about these things for a while, and the servants naturally didn't think of preparing meat meals separately for Shan Jie'er.
As for Hu Ge'er, with his paper-thin body, he would get upset if he ate anything hard and greasy, and the meat he could eat was at most a little gravy. But in recent days, his appetite was poor, and he could only eat a little bit of tasteless porridge, and the fishy gravy was even harder to swallow.
The dish was cooked sloppily and Lin Yanniang had no appetite. After she finished eating the rice and some of the various vegetarian dishes, she felt full.
Sister Shan, on the other hand, almost bought up all the remaining dishes and even asked for an extra bowl of rice.
Such a good appetite is really enviable.
Lin Yanniang took the tea and sipped it slowly, thinking in her heart, she was busy taking care of Hu Ge'er and couldn't spare the time, so why not ask someone to take Shan Jie'er back to Tongcheng to see her mother?