Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

Chapter 212 Playing the Flute on a Snowy Night Until Dawn

Daiyu turned around slightly and walked back to the room with lotus steps.

After a while, she changed into a bright red crane feather cloak.

The soft feathers sparkled in the moonlight, and she held a crystal clear jade flute in her hand.

At this moment, Daiyu stood gracefully and elegantly on the pure white snow.

It is like a red plum blossom blooming in the cold winter, isolated and independent from the world.

Luo Yuxuan, who was not far away, saw this scene and felt that time had stopped.

He stood there blankly, his eyes blurred, and in a trance he felt that Yu Fujin was not an ordinary woman, but a fairy who came down from the Nine Heavens Palace.

Daiyu gently raised her jade hand, and her slender fingers gracefully grasped the flute.

She slowly walked to the wintersweet tree in the middle of the yard, closed her eyes slightly, opened her red lips, and began to play an ancient tune.

The clear and pleasant flute music is melodious and lingering.

Sometimes they are like the gorgeous flowers blooming in spring, competing with each other for splendor;

Sometimes it is like a gurgling stream in a mountain stream, leisurely and contented;

Sometimes it is more like a lark singing in the mountains, lively and agile.

Before Daiyu finished playing, Luo Yuxuan quietly left.

Daiyu was immersed in the sound of the flute. She had a smile on her face, her eyes slightly closed, and was playing the flute with deep emotion.

She had already forgotten that she was playing the flute late at night, and she felt that every cell in her body was dancing lightly.

She was intoxicated by the sound of the flute, as if the rescued white fox was following her, quietly listening to her beautiful flute music.

When she finished playing a song, she was just about to ask Luo Yuxuan for his opinion.

But he found that Luo Yuxuan, who had been squeezed among the servants all day long, suddenly became a gentle and jade-like young man.

I saw him painting on the stone table in the yard with a brush in the bright moonlight.

Daiyu hurriedly put the flute on the table and stood tiptoe beside Luo Yuxuan. She held her breath, afraid of disturbing him while he was painting.

Following Daiyu's clear gaze like autumn water, I saw Luo Yuxuan leaning forward slightly, holding a brush lightly, and carefully painting a picture.

At first, Daiyu thought it was just another ordinary landscape painting.

However, as Luo Yuxuan's brushstrokes moved, the picture gradually became clearer, and she was so surprised.

In the painting, the mountains in the distance are undulating and stretching, and the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, as ethereal as a veil.

And on the top of the mountain that towers into the clouds, a bright moon hangs high in the night sky, casting thousands of silver rays of light, making the whole picture look like a dream.

Under the watery moonlight, a girl in a red cloak stands gracefully.

She held a jade flute in her hand, and her red lips opened slightly, as if she was playing a melodious melody.

Not far from the girl, there was a snow-white fox.

It stood gracefully, looking back at the girl, its lively eyes revealing deep affection and tenderness.

Soon, the painting was finished.

Daiyu clapped her hands in praise.

She blinked her eyes, looked at Luo Yuxuan with pleading eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Luo, can you give me the painting? I will frame it and give it to the prince!"

Unexpectedly, Luo Yuxuan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Take it!

A precious sword is given to a hero, and rouge is given to a beauty!

This painting is naturally for you, Lady Yu!"

Daiyu hurriedly took the painting and gently touched the picture with her hands as if she had found a treasure.

She kept muttering: "Thank you, thank you..."

Luo Yuxuan just thought it was funny, it was just a painting.

But Daiyu said, "The prince has done so much for me. I don't know how to repay him. Now he is at the border. When he comes back, I will give it to him myself."

Having said this, Daiyu seemed to remember something and hurriedly wrote a few words on the scroll with a brush.

Luo Yuxuan took the painting and read softly:

"In the winter of the Xinchou year, there was heavy snow in the suburbs of Yan.

That night, Yu saw a fox outside the woodshed.

I thought it was his last act and could not be cured.

So he warmed himself with fire and was saved.

The fox left in gratitude, and Yu was overjoyed, playing the jade flute and singing.

Therefore, Master Luo Yuxuan painted it as a commemoration.

May we cherish every drop in the ocean, every autumn of grass and trees, every flower and leaf.

May the fox roam freely and enjoy the good times! "

When Luo Yuxuan watched Daiyu write these words on the scroll, he felt that the portrait seemed to come alive.

He praised Daiyu loudly, not sparing his admiration for her. All he could hear was her saying, "Mrs. Yu, you have such a good literary talent!"

Daiyu smiled, took the scroll, and said softly, "Master Luo, it's late, you should go to bed early!"

After saying this, he took the scroll and left.

She turned back to look at Luo Yuxuan halfway and said with a smile, "This painting is given to me, don't regret it!"

Luo Yuxuan smiled and nodded.

He watched Daiyu leave quietly, and then he remembered that he should have a good rest tonight. Who would have thought that he would be delayed until now.

Thinking of this, he returned to his room with a faint smile.

……

"Miss Yun, Miss Yun, please open your eyes and look!" Zijuan shouted loudly.

Xiangyun was lying on the bed with a pale face and eyes closed.

The whole morning, the house was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anxiety.

First, according to the doctor's prescription, Zijuan and Xueyan carefully fed Xiangyun the labor-inducing drug.

Then they went out and found a midwife.

The midwife took one look at Xiangyun's condition and determined that the fetus in her womb had died.

However, at this moment, Xiangyun was still unconscious.

If the dead fetus is to be delivered successfully, Xiangyun's cooperation is essential.

The midwife frowned and carefully checked Xiangyun's fetal position. Then she turned to Zijuan and Xueyan who were waiting beside her and said, "Girls, go and boil some hot water!"

Zijuan was worried about Xiangyun's safety and was already at a loss. She had no mind to boil water.

She hurriedly told the little girl beside her to go to the kitchen to boil water and prepare the necessary scissors and other items.

She herself was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the room restlessly, unable to concentrate on doing anything.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it seemed like a long time had passed.

The midwife was extremely anxious. If Xiangyun was allowed to continue sleeping like this and the dead fetus could not be delivered in time, even the adults would be in danger.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly wiped the blood off her hands with the corner of her clothes, walked quickly to the yard, and had an urgent discussion with the doctor.

After discussion, the two decided to prescribe some medicine that could wake the adult up first. As long as Xiangyun woke up and cooperated with the delivery, there would not be two deaths.

When Zijuan heard this, she was terrified. She lay on the head of Xiangyun's bed and cried, "Miss Yun, please wake up quickly, wake up and give birth to the child!"