The third aunt went to support Lan Rui, Lan Rui knelt so seriously, persistently, she didn't get up, she just kowtowed, and the third aunt herself knelt down, kowtowed, and kowtowed to Lan Rui, "Do you know the truth?" When I gave birth to the second boy, I remember once you went to the decoction room to get the medicine, and came back with a sallow face, I asked you what was wrong, you prevaricated, and I didn't care, and then I gave birth to a stillborn child, and I clearly heard you scream in a coma, but I woke up and asked, what you said didn't happen, that exclamation you didn't know. Lan Rui, how could I have misheard, we get along day and night, I know you better than my lord, how could I mishear your voice? Since that time, I have never been able to conceive a child, and the doctor said that I have been sterilized. I remember that you were sadder than me, crying all the time, with a black face for half a year, and you couldn't slow down. Lan Rui, tell me, there is no unsolvable knot in your heart, why are you so sad. ”

A candle had long since burned out, tears flowed down the high candlestick, and the last flame struggled for a while before disappearing completely, and the room plunged into endless darkness.

The sound of kowtowing sounded in the dark, "Mrs. Auntie, I'm sorry for you, Lan Rui can't offset the guilt of his aunt even if he dies a hundred times, but Lan Rui found out too late, at that time, the fetus in your womb was already eight months old, and they said that the medicinal properties had penetrated deep into the child's bones and blood, and it was too late to rescue, so I could only keep my mouth shut tightly and don't know what to do." The slave maid thinks that you are still young and will give birth, and the next child slave and maid will guard you and worry about you for you, and will not let you go out of your way, but how does the slave know that you can no longer conceive a child...... The slave and maid can't let you know the secret behind this, because you know that you can only be more sad in vain, and it will be worse to abuse your body, the slave and the maid might as well not say it, we will live like this, the slave and the maid will not marry for the rest of their lives, and they will guard your aunt and wife all their lives, and we will not provoke her. She won't come to embarrass us again, she will let us live the rest of our lives smoothly. ”

"Lan Rui, do you know, in fact, I don't hate anymore. I can't hate it for a long time, what is the use of shedding so many tears and hating one long night after another. The dead can never be resurrected, my illness can never get better, what is the use of hating me? It's just that I need to know the truth, I need to hear the truth with my own ears, otherwise I won't be at ease for the rest of my life. It's hard to see when you're dead. ”

"Mrs.-" Lan Rui's body trembled like chaff, and even the dark night around her trembled.

On the 11th day of the first lunar month, on the official road from Cheongju to Lingzhou Mansion, a carriage with a big green horse galloped in the wind, the wheels rolled, and the whip sounded. The Tsing Yi coachman in front of the carriage kept waving the whip, and the whip twisted by the good cowhide made a crackling sound in the dry and cold air, and a voice in the carriage kept urging, "Hurry up, Ah Niu, can you hurry up again?" I must arrive in Liufu before the Lantern Festival!"

The coachman's face was slightly bitter, and he was a little embarrassed, "Son, this is just leaving the boundary of our Qingzhou Mansion, this way is a long way, and there are still ice cubes left over from the last heavy snow on the road." It can't be faster, the road is clear in the summer, and it takes three full days to run this trip, but now it's winter. The sky is short and slippery, and the slave estimates that we are lucky to be able to rush into the door in the dark of the day, rack-rack-"

The sound of whipping followed one another.

"Lingzhou Mansion is an ancient cultural city, with profound historical accumulation and good cultural taste, which is incomparable to our newly built Cheongju Mansion. Take the Lantern Festival every year as an example, I think it is interesting to run the Lingzhou Mansion, we Qingzhou people in addition to doing business to make money, where do we know what culture? Every year, I take my cousins out to the street to watch the Lantern Festival, guess riddles, and there are crowds of people, which is called interesting. ”

With the words, the dark red curtain behind the carriage was lifted, revealing a clear and white face, but it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, with handsome sword eyebrows, black hair and high bundles, and it was difficult to hide the anxiety in his heart between his eyebrows, it was Bai Ziqi, the son of the Bai family in Qingzhou Mansion.

"Our set of cars is the best big green horse, if you try to change to another horse breed, you can only be slower than this. ”

In the carriage, the little guy sitting opposite gently reminded.

After speaking, I didn't know what suddenly came to mind, and the little guy pursed his lips and smiled secretly.

Bai Ziqi turned his head and saw it, "Okay, you little thing, what are you laughing at?

Bai Ziqi said and raised a folding fan in his hand, making a gesture to hit, the fan was raised high, and when it fell, it suddenly became lighter, hitting the little guy's grinning face, it didn't hurt, but he laughed even more happily after taking a beat.

"Childe, this winter, why did you suddenly remember to take a fan? Also, you came to Lingzhou Mansion in the past only to see your aunt because you couldn't save your wife's face, and I haven't seen you so happy and urgent, why can't you grow wings and fly over this time? Is there something that stumbles on Childe's heart and makes you never forget?"

"Okay, you monkey cub, dare to talk to me, I'm used to you being no big or small, look at me beating you!"

The fan really snapped down.

The little guy covered his head and fell into the carriage laughing, begging for mercy, "Okay, my son-in-law, the slave doesn't dare, don't dare......"

The wheels were sparkling, the hooves were rattling, and they ran forward against the dry and hard northwest wind, and soon merged into the pedestrians and passengers who came and went on the official road.

Bai Ziqi looked at the fan in his hand and was stunned, yes, the little guy said it well, Sanjiu Cold Day, it's really not the time to play with the fan, but he still brought a handful, and when he sent him off, his mother also joked, saying Are you going to stay in Lingzhou Mansion until the summer, why did you even bring summer utensils, he smiled and prevaricated.

Why bring a fan?

In fact, the reason he already knew in his heart that every time in the summer, when he appeared with a fan, there were always girls who praised him for his demeanor, especially in white clothes, black hair fluttering, and then a folding fan in his hand, fanning while walking, that scene, that feeling, it was really an indescribable wind god Yicai, and any arrogant girl couldn't help but look sideways when she saw it. Aren't the cousins of Liufu fascinated by themselves? They have all seen their own romantic demeanor in the summer, but only one person has not seen it, and he suddenly wants to show her, bringing her a bright shock. It was a pity that he only thought about this effect, but forgot that summer was far from coming. Later, he figured it out, winter is winter, what's wrong with winter, I just hit a fan in winter, who can do me what, and it doesn't hinder others from anything, if someone dares to laugh at that time, I will take it out generously, saying that it is specially to ask her to inscribe on it, so it doesn't make sense?

This is a good idea, how can this stunned little guy think of it? He didn't explain, just fanned hard. The little guy was blown cold, and he hid with his face sideways, "Son, can you stop fanning, the slave is not hot, and I don't dare to drive the boy to fan the cool breeze for the little one-"

Bai Ziqi smiled, virtuous, is it to fan you? I want to be beautiful, people are happy in their hearts, and they can't help but want to fan, understand?

Thinking that he would be able to see that quiet little figure in three days, that slightly smiling face, that flowing handwriting, and that room of good smells of herbs, Bai Ziqi felt like he was carrying a big lake in his heart, the water surface was clear, and the waves were swaying, how could he be so happy in his heart, and suddenly felt that it was a very meaningful thing to go all the way to Lingzhou Mansion. (To be continued.) )