Wanling County • Huayang Town • Tan Mansion Mansion.

Since Mrs. Zhou's funeral, Wenji has been bedridden, depressed, and withered.

Yan Ling accompanied her by her side, crying silently and empathizing.

Suddenly, five or seven days passed, Wen Ji eased his spirits a little, and this morning Yan Ling and Xiaohua helped him out to walk around, breathing in the fresh air.

When walking on the verandah, Wenji remembered the scene when his mother held him in the sun and sang nursery rhymes when he was young;

When he saw the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, Wenji remembered the time when his mother picked pomegranates and peeled pomegranates for him to eat when he was a child;

When he walked into the hall of Tanfu, Wenji remembered the time when his mother taught him earnestly.

When he saw that the chair in the hall where his mother used to sit was still quietly placed there, Wenji could no longer control the tears flowing, and rushed over, hugged it tightly with both hands, pressed his face to it, and wept loudly.

After all, Wen Ji didn't even see the last face of his mother when she died, although his mother's voice and smile were everywhere, but he knew that his mother had really passed away, and since then Yin and Yang have been separated, and it will be difficult to see each other again.

The moment he hugged the chair, Wenji seemed to hug his living mother, crying like a child.

Yan Ling was on the side, tears rolling down like rain, whining and crying, at this time she could feel Wenji's pain and longing the most.

Seeing this, Xiaohua and several maids remembered their wife's past kindness, and they couldn't help but sob.

Suddenly, the hall of Tanfu was weeping and crying, urging people to cry.

Originally, Yan Ling accompanied Wenji out of the study to evacuate his thoughts, but he never thought that every scene and object would make him sad.

The cry had already alarmed the housekeeper Liu Er, and he hurriedly ran to the hall, and saw Wen Ji hugging the chair hoarse and crying, and couldn't help but shed a few old tears, he knew: The chair on the right side of the hall is where the lady sits on weekdays.

Steward Liu burst into tears, hugged Wen Ji and said, "Eldest son, you ...... Why are you doing this? Get up, get up......"

Wenji turned a deaf ear and still cried.

Yan Ling cried: "Brother Dingzhi is a little better today, so I wanted to help him out to relax, but I didn't expect it to make him even more sad." ”

"Miss Yan Ling should not blame herself, it is human nature to see things and think of relatives. Steward Liu said sadly, "But 'people can't be resurrected after death', and the days to come have to go on, and the eldest prince still has to take care of his health." ”

"I know that, too, but it's useless for me to say anything. ”

"Miss Yan Ling: It's not a matter for the eldest prince to go on like this, if the master sees it, he will be even more sad, and he has to think of a way. I think I will ask someone to help the eldest son back to the bedroom to rest, and Miss Yan Ling and I will go to see the master. ”

"As the steward said. Yan Ling nodded with tears in her eyes.

So Steward Liu stopped the maids crying and called two maids to come over and support Wenji.

When Wenji vaguely heard the words "If you let the master see it, it will be more sad", he immediately stopped crying, he missed his mother, but in the past few days, he forgot that there was a father who was more sad than him, so with the support of the two maids and Xiaohua, Wenji returned to the bedroom with tears in his eyes.

Yan Ling and Steward Liu came to the door of the bedroom of the Gongying couple.

Gongying had already heard the crying from the hall, and sat on the wooden chair in a daze and missed his wife, but his eyes turned red for a moment, and he let a few old tears fall, it was not that he didn't want to cry, but as the head of the family, he had to stand up to the sky and maintain his majesty.

At this time, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the bedroom, and Gongying hurriedly wiped away the tears and sat upright, calm.

At the same time, Steward Liu's voice came from outside the door: "Master, Miss Yan Ling sees that you are here." ”

"Oh...... Is Ling'er here?" Gongying spoke, walked out of the inner room, sat down on the chair in the small living room of the outer room, and said, "Ling'er, come in." ”

"Eh, Ling'er is in. Yan Ling replied, and cautiously entered the small living room in the outer room of the bedroom with Steward Liu.

Gongying asked amiably, "Ling'er, what are you looking for me?"

"I'm ......" Yan Ling was invited by Steward Liu, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he lowered his head and looked at the butler.

Steward Liu answered: "Master: Miss Yan Ling said that the eldest prince misses his wife every day, and he doesn't think about tea or food, and if he continues like this, I'm afraid it will damage his body, so I came to ask the master to think of a way." ”

"That's it, don't worry Ling'er, this is also human nature, it will be fine in a few days, maybe this is because of Ji'er's illness again, and when your sister Hui comes back, Ji'er's illness will be cured." Gongying comforted.

"Dad?" Yan Ling called softly, and stopped talking.

Gongying was quite surprised: "Ling'er, what's wrong, what else is there to say?"

"I, I ......"

"If you have anything to say, just say it. ”

"I know my dad is coaxing me. ”

"Ling'er, what do you say?" Gongying was slightly surprised.

Yan Ling said honestly: "Sister Hui will not come back to treat Dingzhi's brother, she has already found her sister (that is the nine days), and went back to her hometown together, and Phoenix also went with her." When Sister Hui left, she asked me to ask my father and mother how they were. ”

"Sister Youhui and Phoenix have nine days to go back to their hometown and never come back?" Gongying said in surprise.

"Well, they'll never come back. ”

"That'...... That...... It's also good...... It's okay......" Gongying couldn't help muttering to himself, looking stunned, "Just let them all go." ”

Catching a glimpse of Gongying's sad and lost look, Yan Ling said: "Dad, don't worry, Sister Hui is a fairy, she will live well." ”

"Dad believes that your sister Hui and they will have a good life, but your sister Hui and Jiutian are gone, and Ji'er's illness will be a little troublesome. ”

"Don't worry, for more than a month, I haven't seen the eldest son get sick, and it is estimated that the disease has been cured, but the eldest son's mother's illness has not improved, and please think of a way. Steward Liu answered.

"This disease is human nature, where there is no way, only to get through it slowly. Gongying said blankly, and thought for a long time, "I think about it here, I remember that when Mrs. Yue missed Lord Yue, she would take some scriptures to read, so as to divert the pain of missing, and then it did have some effect, today I will ask Ji'er to follow his mother's method back then and try it, maybe it can transfer the pain of his thoughts." ”

"This method is quite good, you can give it a try!" Yan Ling was very happy when he heard this.

Gongying also advised: "Among the various scriptures that Ji'er reads on weekdays, I love "Analects" and "University" the most, Ling'er, you can put those two scriptures next to his pillow, and let him read them when he has time." ”

"Hmm!" Yan Ling replied happily.

"Is there anything else you guys are up to?"

"No more. ”

"Then you go, I want to be quiet too. Gongying waved his sleeves.

Yan Ling and Steward Liu responded, gave a salute, and slowly withdrew from the small living room.

Hearing that reading can divert the pain of longing, Yan Ling happily returned to Wenji's bedroom.

Seeing Wenji sleeping with his eyes closed, and Xiaohua also sitting on the edge of the bed and napping, Yan Ling tiptoed to find the "Analects" and "University", for fear of alarming the two of them, and sure enough, he found the two books on the desk, and quietly took them and put them next to Wenji's pillow.

Then she moved the wooden chair in front of the desk to the edge of the bed and sat down, quietly watching Wenji sleep, her eyes full of love and care.

After more than an hour, Yan Ling also dozed off unconsciously, after all, she also lost her beloved mother-in-law, and she was worried about Wenji day and night, and she was often physically and mentally exhausted and in good spirits.

Just as she was falling asleep, Moonji woke up.

Catching a glimpse of Yan Ling's head hanging and barely supporting him, Wen Ji was distressed, so he said softly: "Ling'er, if you are sleepy, go back to your room and sleep." ”

"I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy......" Hearing Wenji's words, Yan Ling raised his head like a spring, rubbing his eyes and said.

But when she found that her voice was too loud, she was a little embarrassed, so she said in a soft tone, "I'm not sleepy, Brother Dingzhi, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine. Wen Ji said lightly, "I also know that my mother has gone, but I haven't seen my mother for the last time, which hurts very much." ”

In the depths of his feelings, thinking of his deceased mother, Wenji couldn't help but shed tears.

"I know. The bridge of Yan Ling's nose was sore, her eyes were hazy with tears, and Wen Ji was sad and she was sad.

"Dad said that reading books can divert the pain of longing, so he asked me to prepare two of your favorite books for you, you see—these are these two books: "Analects" and "University". As Yan Ling spoke, he reached out and picked up the two books from his pillow and presented them to Wenji to read.

The Analects and the University are Confucian texts of scholars and scholars on self-cultivation and fame. But today he only glanced at it indifferently, and did not answer, nor did he reach out to take the scriptures.

Yan Ling saw that Wenji was not interested, so he said attentively: "If you are not feeling well, just lie down, and I will read it to you." ”

Saying that, Yan Ling picked up "University" casually, opened the first page, and read it seriously: "The way of university is in Mingmingde, in being close to the people, and in stopping at perfection. Knowing and then there is determination, determination and then can be quiet, and then quiet can be peaceful......"

Looking at Yan Ling's gaze on "University" and reciting seriously, Wen Ji couldn't bear to interrupt her, so he couldn't help but chant along: "You can think about it after you are safe, and you can get it after thinking about it." Things have a beginning and an end. If you know what to do, you will be shortcut......"

Yan Ling held the book and read hard, and Wenji gently accompanied the harmony, reciting and harmonizing, Lang Lang listened beautifully.