The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

The two of them showed joy on their faces and asked in unison: "Does this mean that the eldest sister is okay?"

Xu Da shook his head, and after thinking for a long time with a hesitant look on his face, he uttered three words, "It's hard to say."

He thought she was a martial artist, had been in good health for so many years, had never been seriously ill, and her body had long since recovered. It was not until he received a letter from the capital more than ten days ago that he suddenly came to his senses. The thing he was worried about still happened without warning.

What he couldn't understand was that based on her physical condition at the time, her body should have collapsed, so why did it take so many years for the disease to break out?

Even the master couldn't tell her physical condition and had no idea where to start. This showed how strange her body was. Her body was declining but never exhausted. What had sustained her for so many years? He himself was also confused about how her illness would develop.

He wondered if her body was just sounding the alarm, telling her to cherish the remaining days, or if it was the final stage of her life, with not much time left?

He doesn't understand.

"What does 'hard to say' mean?" Jiang Muyang's expression became gloomy again, and he paced back and forth in the room at a loss.

If the eldest sister is gone, how can the parents bear the loss of their loved ones?

Xu Da didn't dare to make a rash decision. After looking at Chu Ruo and seeing him nod, he gritted his teeth and tried to express his thoughts.

"Five days. If she is safe and sound after five days, then she has passed this stage."

After this stage is passed, what will happen next? He doesn't know.

The sudden confusion made Xu Da feel annoyed.

Everyone in the room was silent. Considering Jiang Muxia's current sleepiness and weight loss rate, five days would be a huge gamble.

Early in the morning of the second day after Xu Da said this, Jiang Muxia was able to walk with the help of someone.

She was slightly surprised to learn that her family members had come to the mansion. Then she smiled knowingly and asked Qinghong to invite Xu Da and others to the living room in the mansion.

Tang Zhongbai disliked the noise of his children and sent them out. He supported her and slowly came to the reception room. When old friends meet, they can't help but say some sad words and greet everyone in the family.

Jiang Muyang looked up and saw that his sister and brother-in-law had gray hair and many fine lines on their faces due to their thinness. They had long lost their youth. However, they seemed to have aged faster than their peers. They looked like they were in their 60s or 70s when they were in their 50s.

My elder sister's health has improved and she is in good spirits except that she is a little weak.

He felt sad. His elder sister, who had taken care of him since he was a child, now looked older than his parents.

"I know you were worried about me. Now I am fine. If you are okay, you can go back."

Winter is their busiest time of year. As the end of the year approaches, they have to do an accounting and count the year’s inventory.

Her health had improved, and she really shouldn't waste too much time with her. As she got older, she was more and more afraid of causing trouble to others.

Jiang Muyang's face darkened and he said unhappily, "Sister chased us away as soon as we arrived. How tired of waiting for us is that?"

Jiang Muxia raised her finger and pointed at him and laughed. This kid dared to blame her now. Very good, she didn't forget to be good to him.

They waited for five days and saw that she was getting better day by day. Before leaving, Chu Ruo and Xu Da took her pulse again.

There was no other change, only the pulse was stronger than before. Xu Da thought to himself, she could hold out for more than 30 years before, so she should be able to hold out for another 10 years now.

He really couldn't understand Jiang Muxia's strange body, and had no choice but to leave the capital with suspicion and uncertainty.

After everyone left, Tang Zhongbai completely put aside his official duties and accompanied Jiang Muxia to Maoye Zhuangzi.

After Tang Zhongbai accompanied her to soak in the hot spring in the early morning, the two of them sat on the lounge chairs, holding hands and basking in the sun. Their days were quite leisurely.

It’s a pity that such a beautiful and leisurely life came to an abrupt end just after the Lantern Festival.

After returning home, Jiang Muxia fell ill again, this time more seriously than before.

She was sleepy for a longer period of time, and during the moments when she was awake, she looked at Tang Zhongbai with empty eyes and said something that he could not understand at all.

There was only one sentence she repeated over and over again that he still remembered vividly: "Our three-life relationship is about to end. We will all return to where we came from. We have respected and accompanied each other for three lifetimes, and it was worth it. My husband, I have been a loving couple with you in this life, and I have given birth to four children for you. I have no regrets."

Every time she said this, Tang Zhongbai would hold her hand tightly and solemnly promise her, "My dear, we are destined to be together for all eternity. God will not separate us. Don't be afraid. I will be with you."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Muxia smiled faintly and fell asleep again.

Tang Zhong stayed by her side day and night in his white clothes, helping her clean her body and feeding her medicine, watching her body grow weaker and weaker. He seemed to be oblivious to his children's advice.

He only said, "Your mother needs me. If you are filial children, don't stop me."

When it was March, one sunny day, Jiang Muxia's health improved again and she was able to get up and sit with Tang Zhongbai in the yard for a long time.

The children stayed at the mansion most of the time, just in case, they would not be in a rush.

Qinghong had shed too many tears in secret. Tang was filled with sorrow and said to her in private, "Please pay more attention to the mistress and master. I don't think it's good."

Qinghong spat at him and scolded him for being heartless.

One morning in mid-spring, Qinghong, as usual, brought her maid to help the two change clothes and wash, and served Jiang Muxia medicine.

The door opened with a gentle push, and the two of them were seen sleeping on the same bed, holding hands and covered with a quilt. They were still sleeping soundly, and even Tang Zhongbai, who was easily awakened by the slightest movement, still had his eyes closed.

She first opened the window a little, allowing the cool spring breeze to blow away the strong herbal smell in the house.

"Madam, sir, it's time to get up."

The two of them were motionless. Qinghong thought her voice was too soft and the two of them were sleeping too deeply, so she raised her voice and shouted, "Madam, Master, get up."

The two people on the bed were still motionless. Qinghong then felt something was wrong and she looked towards the bed.

The two of them looked peaceful and had a contented smile on their faces.

Qinghong's heart skipped a beat and she walked slowly towards the bed. Every step she took seemed to take a thousand years. Her left hand trembled slightly, her lips trembled, and a layer of mist rose in her eyes.

Finally reaching the bed, she slowly raised her left hand and placed it on Jiang Muxia's neck. When it touched her skin, a chill came over her, causing her to suddenly retract her hand.

Qinghong's tears fell, and her fingers quickly reached out to Tang Zhongbai again.

Her hands trembled, and she fell to her knees, howling, "Madam, Master, you...have a safe journey..."

The medicine bowl in the hands of the little maid behind her fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and then she knelt down, sobbing.

The rear window was suddenly blown open by the wind, and a pink petal floated in and landed on Jiang Muxia's forehead, adding a touch of color to her pale face.

Sleep together in life and be buried in the same grave after death.

Three lives of love, full of ups and downs,

Using other people's blood to exchange for a perfect life,

What you sow will produce results, and the cycle of cause and effect is endless.

You sow the seeds, and he returns the fruits to you, and it will eventually come to an end.