In late autumn, Murong Ling's thin and thin body was like a yellow leaf that had been drained of water, so light that it had no weight. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She was worried, but she never said a word of begging Emperor Chongming to bring back her two sons, but she tried to straighten her back, and pulled the corners of her mouth to show a smile.

Emperor Chongming felt nostalgic for the past, thinking that he owed a lot to the Chen family over the years, and the dignified king actually had a sour nose, choked and shed tears: "No matter what position I am in, my brother-in-law and the entire Chen family are always the strongest to rely on. Sister, you believe me again, the most difficult time has come, and now the situation is much better than at the beginning, let's believe in the children. ”

Murong Ling's eyes were washed with tears, and they were exceptionally clear and deep. She shook Emperor Chongming back with her backhand, took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped her brother's eyes with pity. He bit his lower lip strongly, and said softly: "You're right, it's me who is not thoughtful, rather than suffering from gains and losses here, it is better to help them succeed." ”

Emperor Chongming held Murong Ling's hand tightly, as if he was a promise, and even more like saying it to himself: "Sister, don't worry, although the situation is dangerous, you must believe that Yuzhi is a person who has gone through countless winds and waves, and knows when to cast bait and when to close the net." I also sent someone over there in Jiangyin, so as to be foolproof. Together with my sister, I await their good news. ”

The two sisters and brothers looked at each other, and they both read a determination in each other's eyes, and Murong Ling's panicked heart was much more stable than when he came.

The wind knows the strength of the grass. Emperor Chongming had a saying that was very right, he said: "We have to believe in the children." ”

This once-in-a-century turmoil is the catastrophe of the entire Xixia, and it is the biggest test for Emperor Chongming. The Chen family has been loyal for generations, and as a descendant of the Chen family, her husband and son are indispensable.

In the past, in order to maintain Xixia, they chose to retreat to Huaizhou. Now it is still for Xixia, they have come to the front of the stage from behind the scenes, and they will inevitably dominate the situation.

As the strongest backing of Emperor Chongming, Murong Ling chose to believe in his younger brother, his husband, his own son, and his future son-in-law.

The autumn wind is still bleak, but my heart is no longer worried. Murong Ling wrapped his cloak tightly, slowly walked across the Jinshui Bridge, and firmly and calmly boarded the carriage back to his home.

In the old mansion of Xia Ge, Kang Pinghou's wife Shen has also been frowning for the past few days, adding a little resentment.

Xia Yuzhi has just been at home for a few days, and now he is not in front of him. Even the canonization ceremony celebrated by the whole country the day before yesterday, this bastard boy was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know where Emperor Chongming was.

As the general of the Qianlong Guard, the Shen family is also happy and sad in his heart, that is, he hopes that he can make meritorious contributions, and hopes that he will be safe and secure in front of him.

Shen asked Kangping Hou Ye about his son's whereabouts, and Hou Ye spread his hands, so he helplessly prevaricated: "Now the affairs of Qianlong Wei are all military secrets, and Yu Zhi will be directly dispatched by His Majesty." If the Holy Majesty doesn't say it today, how can I know as a courtier? ”

Shen listened reasonably, and when he was about to ask the old lady quietly, he was really afraid of his mother-in-law's hardness, afraid that she would admonish him that his family and country were not divided, and he wandered outside Huanxi Hall a few times, but it was all in vain.

Xia Lanxin has frequently entered the palace these days, so she naturally knows what her brother is busy with, and in the face of her mother's eager gaze, she can only choose to be silent. The Jiangyin area has been casting the net for a long time, and when it is time to close the net, she can't deliberately leak the news because her mother thinks about her son.

Afraid that her mother would be bored, Xia Lanxin brought some snacks from Mrs. Ruan's pastry shop from time to time to give her mother to try. I heard that Master Shijia returned from a wandering, but did not go to the royal temple, but reopened a quiet Zen temple in the back mountain, and she also accompanied her mother to listen to the scriptures for a day, just begging her mother to be relieved.

Although her daughter is intimate, it is also the time for Yunying to get married, and she can't stay by her side all day.

The relationship between the Xia family and the Chen family is on the bright side, but the relationship with the Gusuyun family is placed in the dark.

Before and after, Mrs. Yun personally passed over the house a few times, euphemistically revealing the Yun family's love for Xia Lanxin in the mansion, and also mentioned quite apologetically that hindering the ancestors' family motto, the second son Yun Yang was only white, leaving a lot of leeway in her words.

Xia Lanxin has a seal on her body, and the Shen family did not dare to be dedicated to her marriage, so she presented the Yun family's relatives in front of the old lady.

The old lady thought about it for a day, and in the afternoon, she called Xia Lanxin to Huanxi Hall for questioning. The grandparents and grandchildren whispered for a long time, and when Xia Lanxin returned to the room, a touch of smoke was shining, but it couldn't cover the beauty in her eyes.

In the evening, when the Shen family asked for peace, the old lady slowly turned the small leaf red sandalwood beads on his wrist, lowered his eyes and said: "I mean, the Xia family now has the potential to cook oil on fire, and I don't want to add icing on the cake." The Yun family has a family background, lives in seclusion, and acts in a low-key and stable manner, which should be a good place for Lanxin. Whether it succeeds or not, your husband and wife will discuss and discuss. ”

Although the son of the Yun family has not seen it in person, the Yun sisters have followed Mrs. Yun to the house several times, and they are all extremely beautiful. Shen's heart moved, but because Yun Yang was a white body, he only hesitated: "If you talk about family background, even if the Yun family is full of peaches and plums, after all, it is not like the maiden family of the eldest daughter-in-law Hu family, and it can help the house." ”

"What's that called?" The old lady's eyes opened a line, and her kind face added a little disapproval: "The reputation of our house has never been supported by nepotism. Marry a wife and marry a virtuous woman, and marry a daughter for peace. Lan Xin has a seal, where does she need her husband's family to raise the court, don't you know her temperament? I'd rather look at her idle clouds and wild cranes, at ease. ”

At this point, the old lady's meaning is already clear, and she obviously likes the in-laws of the Gu Suyun family very much.

Shen came out of Huanxi Hall, still couldn't make up his mind, looking at the dark night, he ordered someone to pick up a lantern and go to Zhilan Garden, where his daughter lived, along the path supported by green bamboo.

Xia Lanxin had already changed into homely plain clothes, a light jade-colored oblique corset, loosely tied in a thin knot at the waist, holding her temples low, and obliquely holding a light blue pile of yarn palace flowers. is to the extreme, but it reveals a clear beauty in the color of heroism.

She was sitting on the big kang near the window at this time, learning to do needlework than a clean purse embroidered by the nurse, and when she heard that her mother was coming, she threw away the needlework and dustpan, and was about to take off her shoes and get off the kang.

As soon as the bead curtain flicked up, Shen Shi had already walked in with a smile. She waved her hand to stop her daughter's footsteps, sat down on the kang, picked up the needlework that her daughter had just learned, and looked at the shadow of the lamp.

Xia Lanxin has held a sword in her hand and stroked a yaoqin, but she has never done needlework. The green lotus leaf came to life under her nurse's needle, and on her hand it was a flat lump, and the outline could not be seen.

Looking at Mrs. Shen's eyes, Xia Lanxin's face turned red, she hid the embroidery behind her, and called her mother coquettishly.

The uncommon shyness of her daughter fell in her eyes, and Mrs. Shen suddenly felt that the little girl who only knew how to dance knives and guns had grown up.