When Lin Ziqiu heard the word "consumption", his face instantly turned pale.

The word tuberculosis can make countless people change their minds when they hear it. In Lin Ziqiu's impression, and in the books he has read, countless men and women died from this disease.

"I don't believe it," he murmured, looking at the imperial doctor with a pleading look on his face, "Please check again, please check again, this is my biological sister, please check again."

"——This is my biological sister from the same mother."

Lin Ziqiu cried and fell to the ground. The joy of being named on the gold medal list was gone, and all that was left was boundless pain and confusion.

The old doctor had seen countless lives and deaths, and his heart was already numb, but he still sighed and diagnosed Lin Wushuang again.

But everyone knows in their hearts that the result will not change.

Lin Chonghan looked at Lin Wushuang, whose face was as white as a piece of paper, but what came to his mind was her innocence when she clamored to fly a kite in the suburbs of Beijing, and her naivety and mischief when she asked Gu Qingzhang for the black monkey.

"Do you know -" she said in a difficult tone, "how long does Mei Niang have left?"

The imperial doctor shook his head and wrote down the prescription: "Let's take care of it first. If the girl has good health, she may be able to live a few more years."

How many years exactly? No one knows, and no one wants to know.

Lin Wushuang didn't know when she woke up. She opened her eyes and saw a room full of people with a confused look on her face: "Why are they all gathered in my room? Did something happen?"

She glanced at Lin Ziqiu and found that his eyes were red and he was crying, which made her even more confused.

But when she saw the pool of blood on the ground that had not been cleaned in time, the memories before coma flooded into her mind again, and Lin Wushuang understood what happened.

*

Early the next morning, Lin Chonghan asked Chunri to deliver a letter to Gu Qingzhang's house.

At noon, Gu Qingzhang personally carried a cage to Lin's house. He couldn't enter Lin Wushuang's boudoir, so Lin Chonghan sent it there for him.

After she came out, Gu Qingzhang and her tacitly agreed not to talk in the corridor, but went to the courtyard to chat again.

Lin Chonghan had obviously cried a lot, his eyes were obviously red and swollen, and his words had a nasal sound: "I want to thank you very much this time, for taking away Mei Niang's troubles."

"It's just a trivial matter, it's nothing," Gu Qingzhang didn't take it seriously, and looked a little hesitant when he spoke, "Is it really tuberculosis? Do you need me to find some doctors from the private sector to take a look again?"

Lin Chonghan shook his head and refused: "Father has invited all the senior doctors in the palace to see me, as well as good doctors from the public. They all said it was consumption. I'm afraid they can't be wrong."

Gu Qingzhang remained silent and said no more words.

Although birth, old age, illness and death are human nature, Mei Niang was too young, which made people feel unbearable.

After sending Mo Hou off, Gu Qingzhang had no reason to stay any longer, so Lin Chonghan sent him out all the way.

On the way, Gu Qingzhang wanted Lin Chonghan not to be too sad, but he also knew that Lin Chonghan and Lin Wushuang had grown up together, and no matter how many words of comfort he said, it was meaningless.

He sighed, looked deeply at Lin Chonghan, and then left the Lin Mansion.

Lin Chonghan hoped that the Black Monkey sent by Gu Qingzhang would make Lin Chonghan happy so that she would not be depressed in the room all day long. He also hoped that her health would improve.

But Mei Niang's body was still getting worse day by day, and she was gradually collapsing like a river in decline. In the past few days, Lin Ziqiu and others went to temples all over the capital to pray for her in front of the Buddha, but they still couldn't keep her.

Lin Wushuang fell into a drowsy sleep for several days after she fell ill. She lost weight quickly like a withered flower, and her clothes hung empty on her body.

After the imperial doctor came to check his pulse again, he said that Lin Wushuang's condition had deteriorated sharply and he was afraid that he might not have much time left.

She used to live in the Lin family, and her favorite was to recite poems to Lin Chonghan, so Lin Chonghan sat by her bed and read to her.

Lin Chonghan had tears in her eyes. She tried her best not to let them fall. She read Sima Xiangru's poems in a gentle voice and opened a book of poems by Li Shangyin.

The first poem in the collection of poems is the ever-famous Untitled:

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered..." Lin Chonghan couldn't help but choked up as he read the depth of emotion, "There is no way to get there from Pengshan, and the blue birds are diligent to visit."

Lin Wushuang was half lying on the soft pillow with her eyes closed. Her pale cheeks were getting thinner quickly, and black hair was stuck to her forehead due to constant night sweats and coughing.

After hearing this poem, she opened her eyes and forced a smile to Lin Chonghan: "Cousin, don't cry, I - I am not Song Huayang, and my cousin is not Li Shangyin."

Yes, Li Shangyin and Song Huayang had to separate, but Lin Yizhou didn't like Lin Wushuang at all.

Lin Chonghan hurriedly wiped away her tears and said, "In that case, let's change it to another one." She picked another poetry collection from the many books scattered on the floor and on the couch.

Because he was in a hurry, Lin Chonghan looked at the name carefully.

But when she opened the book and took a closer look, she closed the book in pain, unwilling to read any more - this was a collection of Li He's poems compiled by Li Shangyin, and the poem she turned to at random was "Autumn Coming"!

Lin Wushuang paused on the spot when he saw her, supported his body, and took the book in her hand——

"The wind in the tung trees frightens the heart of the brave men, and the dim lamps and wefts weep in the cold weather." Lin Wushuang only read the first two sentences and understood instantly, "... My thoughts are tied to my heart tonight, and the cold rain and fragrant soul hang on the scholar."

This is the desperate poem by Li He, the poet ghost!

Lin Chonghan stood up in a hurry. She said in an inarticulate voice that she wanted to see some medicine, and then left as if running away.

After passing through the servants and maids in the courtyard and arriving at a remote corner of the courtyard, Lin Chonghan could no longer hold back her tears. She covered her eyes with a handkerchief, as if this could hide the fact that she was weak and crying.

When she left the Gu family and Gu Zhao, she cried away all the hesitation and cowardice in her body and swore that she would never cry again in the future.

But she was wrong, she was only a mortal body, and as long as she was a mortal body, how could she not cry?

"girl."

I don't know when Chunri came. She stood quietly behind Lin Chonghan and did not rush to disturb her.

Lin Chonghan raised his red and swollen eyes and asked her what was going on.

Haruhi replied: "Autumn is back."

*

"My sister Zhan Xinjia: Brother, everything is well in Jiangnan, don't worry about it... My father at home also hopes that my sister will take good care of me... Brother has been in Jiangnan for a long time... If cousin Lin Wushuang has not changed her original intention, please help me tell my father that

He went to perform the gift of acceptance."

She read to Lin Wushuang, her rolling tears wet the letter unconsciously, and the pain in her chest made Lin Chonghan almost suffocated.

Brother!

She screamed silently in her heart, wanting to ask Lin Yizhou face to face why this love couldn't come earlier!

Tonight, the Lin Mansion is brightly lit, even the most remote corners are bright.

Lin Guangqing personally took out the machete he had used on the battlefield, and sat silently in front of the screen wall, slowly wiping the sword with a silk satin that still shone with cold light.

This knife followed him through countless mountains of swords and seas of blood, and the number of dead souls under the knife was even more numerous.

His meaning is also very clear: If the Lord of Hell wants to kill Lin Wushuang, he must go through Lin Guangqing first!

Lin Ziqiu sat blankly in the courtyard, staring blankly at the lonely moon hanging in the sky. There were blood stains on his forehead from every step he made when he went to the temple to pray for Buddha.

Inside the house, Lin Wushuang lay beside the bed and kept coughing. She seemed to be coughing out all her internal organs. The spots of blood on the ground were unbearable to look at.

Lin Chonghan rubbed her back, trying to make her feel better.

"Cousin," she lay in Lin Chonghan's arms and looked out the window, "are the wintersweet blooming outside the window?"

Lin Chonghan said: "It's on."

Lin Wushuang said: "But winter has passed."

"Cousin, summer is coming and wintersweet will not bloom again."

Lin Chonghan's nose felt sour.

Lin Wushuang said intermittently: "Cousin - tell your eldest cousin to stop waiting for me."

After saying that, she breathed hard for a moment, and then continued: "Cousin, birth, old age, illness and death are normal in the world, so don't be too sad - and, you and Mr. Gu, I wish I could see with my own eyes that you can marry

Him."

"If there are flowers, you must break them off. Don't wait until there are no flowers and branches." She said, "Life is too short. Cousin, don't, don't let yourself regret it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she vomited out a large mouthful of blood and fell down as weakly as a kite with its string cut off.

"Mei Niang——!"

Countless scenes flashed before Lin Wushuang's eyes, including the scene when she was pestering Lin Yizhou when she was young and letting him play with her; the scene when she and Lin Chonghan peeked at the storybook when they grew up... Countless scenes were passed by like watching a lantern.

It passed before her eyes, but in the end it was firmly fixed on a poem she had read.

Because her nickname was Mei Niang, her father was particularly fond of wintersweet when he painted. She had seen one of her father's most proud paintings, which was of a wintersweet, with a poem in the upper left corner:
Chapter completed!