Rebirth Handbook

Ji He finally survived this.

After being moved back, he was awake for a short period of time and fell into a coma. After that, he was in a coma for several days. Tan Xiuyi took care of him in a reluctant manner. He didn't dare to close his eyes for a moment, and he kept himself up and down Still haggard, Ji He finally woke up just when she was about to hold on.

After that, Ji He lay in bed for another three months before he was basically healed. It was just that the injury was no problem, but he suffered from heartache from time to time. Tan Xiu wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that Jihe next to him is leaning on his side and breathing in a low voice, knowing that he has committed this problem again.

The imperial doctor used the medicine, but it was of little use. He only said that after taking care of it, he would recover slowly.

Tanxiu often wakes up at night. In her dreams, Ji He is covered in blood. She dreamed that Ji He could not wake up. In her dreams, she kept crying and wet the pillow towel. Ji Hejueqian woke up when she heard the movement. Seeing her like this, she was distressed and didn't know what to do. He could only wake her up, and then gently comforted the person in his arms.

Because of Tanxiu’s nervous reaction, Ji He suffered from colic and did not dare to let Tanxiu know about it. He would rather be in pain than see Tanxiu’s uncomfortable appearance, which is better than a wound. The pain also made him unbearable.

Tanxiu also knew, so when he discovered that this problem had occurred at night, he pretended not to know it, and closed his eyes and waited for him to survive.

The change of rights in the palace is more clearly displayed after Jihe re-values. He is still Ji Si Gong, and his power is not small. King Ping...Is the new emperor a good emperor? Tan Xiu is not sure, but he is undoubtedly a good master. Because of Ji He’s previous help, he is very tolerant of Ji He , The kind of unloading and killing donkey that Tan Xiu worried about did not happen. He relied heavily on Ji He, and everything in the inner palace was handed over to Ji He.

Tanxiu was worried that being too powerful would cause suspicion and countless troubles. Ji He also understood that maybe it was because there was a Tanxiu behind him. He was never fascinated by those rich and powerful. He kept walking very carefully. cautious. The new emperor admired his stability even more. Even Tanxiu was summoned by the former Princess Ping and now the new queen. She wanted her to go to Fengyi Palace to be an aunt, but Tanxiu didn't want to, so she was fine.

The prince was killed on the night that the king was forced to force the palace, and the emperor died. King Ding was imprisoned in the clan mansion and could not be released for life. The concubine and concubine of the concubine and a small magistrate in the palace were all relegated to common people and exiled. To Chongzhou. It was the burial of the first emperor, and the enthronement of the new emperor. There seemed to be major moves in the court. After this series of miscellaneous things came down, it took more than a year to toss and calm down the court.

Time has passed, after passing through the last life of the king and the palace, the year that Ji He died, and this year of this life, Ji He is still alive, and his painful illness has been adjusted by Tan Xiu's medicated food for several years. , It's much better. Tan Xiu sometimes feels extremely satisfied watching Ji He sit in the courtyard and enjoy the rare leisurely sun.

Even if she spends her entire life in this four-sided world, and can only look at this person all her life, she is already satisfied.

Twelve years have passed since Ding Wang forced Gong Ping Wang to ascend the throne, Ji He was already fifty years old. White hair grows on his head, and his mental head is not so good. He is like a fat cat Xiaohe who is getting older and older. The two of them are lazy in the same place, and their expressions are exactly the same.

The 40-year-old Tan embroidery is still very beautiful, even if there are fine wrinkles right now, she is still a big beauty. She is like a flowering tree that blooms year after year. Although the most beautiful age is withered in the deep palace, in the eyes of the flower viewers, whether it is blooming or falling, it is as touching.

This year, Ji He suddenly said to Tan Xiu: "We go out of the palace to take care of the elderly, do you think it is good? We live in our house in Xinghua Lane."

Tan Xiu was stunned, "Out of the palace?"

How can eunuchs and maids who want to stay in the palace for a lifetime? But she wanted to return to her thoughts, and her eyes lit up when she saw Ji He.

Ji He looked at her and slowly smiled, "I asked the Holy Spirit for grace, and the Holy Spirit is kind, and he promised me."

After hearing his request, the emperor was silent for a long time before sighing, ‘some people want to come in, some people want to go out. Ji He knows what he is thinking and knows that he will agree. In the end, as Jihe expected, he got what he wanted.

"In one month, we will be out of the palace-Tan embroidery, are you happy?"

He had been preparing for this matter for twelve years, and finally did it, and finally he was able to tell Tan Embroidery of this good result. Over the years, his three godsons have been able to succeed him completely and have done better. He withdrew in time, no matter who was good.

With tears flashing in Tan Xiu's eyes, she raised her hand and wiped it lightly, then nodded again and again, "Okay, let's move to the new house together."

On the day they left the palace, Ji He's three godsons and many familiar eunuchs all came to send them off, and Ji Yansi cried particularly hard. He has been a mature **** under the guidance of Ji He over the years, and only then can he see the shadow of the past.

When the carriage drove out of the towering palace gate and left the familiar palace that had spent most of her life, Tan Xiu squeezed Ji He's hand. She knew that from this moment on, she and Ji He were just like the people among all living beings. As an ordinary couple, there is a small family that can stay together to grow old.

After living in Xinghua Lane, the life that Tan Embroidery dared not think about before gradually became a reality.

Ji He doesn’t need to go to value anymore. He doesn’t get up so early every day. If Tanxiu doesn’t tell him, he can sleep in bed until noon and get up for lunch. In the afternoon, he will lie in the yard and relax in the sun. Tan embroidery was speechless. He went and bought two squeaky birds to hang in the yard, and he enjoyed listening to two birds fighting each other every day.

Once in the palace, the parrots they raised were always frightened by Xiaohe, and the hair fell so badly. Later, they stopped raising parrots. Now Xiaohe is a very old cat, not only old but also very fat, like a chubby old man, always sleeping with his paws in Jihe's arms, squinting his eyes, and has no energy to beckon birds and dog dogs.

In the past, Ji Si Gong’s cat son, Xiao He, was no longer as mighty as his cat father, and his laziness radiated from his bones.

Seeing Tanxiu's helpless expression, Ji He always said: "I used to be tired when I was young. Now it is better to take care of the old age."

However, Ji He did not always stay in the courtyard. He often took Tanxiu out of the house. They went to Changhuamen Xifang to hear about the books. When they were interested, he could pull Tanxiu every day to hear from the beginning on time. At the end, the meaning is still not finished. There are many jugglers in Xifang, and a troupe who sings operas. Ji He sees the fresh and lively ones, and he needs to pull Tan embroidery.

Tan Xiu was originally a person who didn't like to go out, but seeing that he was in good spirits, and also knowing that he wanted to take himself around and have a look around, he also let him in.

Ji He adapts well outside the palace. Sometimes he goes out for a walk with a birdcage. It looks no different from other lazy old men on the street. When he comes back, he drank tea and listened. From the brain story, Tanxiu can still see the fresh dishes he brought back in the kitchen, or the cakes and snacks he brought back from which food shop is on the table, and occasionally find a few new jewelry on the dressing table.

In short, if he goes out alone, he will always bring her something back.

Such days are good, but the world is so, there is always some impermanence. Two years after they left the palace, the cat son Xiaohe who had accompanied them for more than ten years died. It died quietly, nesting in the lounge chair where Jihe often slept, and the flowers on the tree next to it were fading. There was a gust of wind and petals fell on the ground. There was a petal that happened to stick to Xiaohe's nose, but it would never sneeze with its head up, and then shook the petal off with a meow.

The cat son left them, and they are not used to it. Tanxiu saw Ji He fall asleep several times and fell asleep. He raised his hand to touch the cat in his arms, but suddenly fell to nothing. Then he woke up and put his hand in a daze. Go back to the armrest. She thought, maybe they should raise a cat or a dog, but Ji He didn't want to, and only said, "It's a lot of trouble to raise another ancestor."

Tan Xiu knew that he liked the son of cats so much. He was such a long-term lover. He raised a cat and had feelings. Even if the cat died, he didn't want to raise another to share this feeling.

But maybe everything in the world is doomed. A month later, they passed through an alley and found an abandoned baby. The baby girl was just born, and she was thrown by the debris, and she was casually wrapped in a dirty coarse cloth. When Tan Xiu found her, her breath was almost gone. Tan Xiu carried her all the way to the hospital, and somehow rescued the child. Ji He heard that she wanted to adopt this child, but did not object, so from now on, they have a little daughter in their family.

Tan Xiu gave her daughter's name, Ji Xiaoman, because three days after she was picked up, it was in Xiaoman's solar term.

Tan Xiu and Ji He didn't know how to bring children, so they had to invite a nurse. They wore clothes and went to see Xiao Man in the middle of the night. After they came back and lay down, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Go to sleep."

"Ok."

After a while, "You said, when will Xiaoman be called father and mother?"

"Probably soon? Don't think about it, go to sleep."

"Okay, go to sleep."

After a while, he said again, "I think Xiaoman looks like you, and his eyes are very nice."

"Such a small child, I still can't see it, but if I want to say, his mouth is more like me."

"Yes, yes, they all look alike, they all look good."

"...I'll talk about these things tomorrow, go to sleep."

"Now sleep."

After a while, the voice sounded again. "You said--"

"sleep."

"Ahem."

Stumbled, the two raised the dough like a little girl by their side, day after day, time flies.

A new clay figurine stall was set up on the front street. Every day there was a group of small dolls. The laughter and laughter could be heard across two walls. Ji He and Tan Xiu brought Xiao Man to the clay figurine show. The lifelike clay figure firmly grasped Xiao Man's gaze, her round eyes stared at the clay figure with longing, glanced at the Tan embroidery on the left, and then at Jihe on the right.

Ji He spoiled her, turned around and said to the boss: "This clay figure, the boss will sell it to me, right?"

In the end, the boss sold two clay figurines, Xiao Man holding one in each hand, smiling like a doll on a New Year painting. Ji He glanced at Tan Xiu, who was smiling gently beside him, and whispered a few words to Xiao Man.

When Xiao Man listened, he nodded his head carefully, then raised the clay figure on the left and handed it to Tan Xiu, "Mother, Dad said, give the clay a clay!"

Tan Xiu glanced at Ji He and took the clay figure.

"I'm all this old."

"But I look at Tan Xiu in a daze and still the little girl I saw back then."

There was a smile in these two sentences.

A little doll, one tall and one short, walked towards the home of Xinghua Lane holding hands.

As the sun sets, the tired bird returns to its nest.

【Finish】