Mrs. Rongguo was so anxious that she returned to the mansion non-stop, and as soon as she got off the carriage, she gave a loud order: pack up and hurry on the road. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, she had this idea a few days ago, and the servant was almost cleaned up. It's just that I thought that I could return to Beijing after three months, but I didn't expect that Empress Wu would really let Minzhi stay in Zhaoling for three years, and then passed the order, prepared a few more carriages, and prepared useful items for spring, autumn and summer.

Before it was cleaned up, Mrs. Rongguo changed her mind again.

"That's it, let's send two cars and bring some belongings on the road first. With so many cars, it is thoughtful, and I don't care about the end, but I don't know how long it will be delayed. Thinking of Wu Minzhi's hardships in Zhaoling, she didn't dare to delay for a moment, and she couldn't wait to fly to him immediately.

The years are not forgiving, but it is a pity that she is old, if she is twenty or thirty years younger, one person and one ride, fast horses and whips, maybe by dusk, you can see Minzhi.

In the carriage, Mrs. Rongguo put her arms around Wan'er and told him about her youth.

Everyone is old and loves to reminisce. However, there are few young people who like to listen to it. Not to mention a child like Wan'er.

Mrs. Rongguo was talking about it, and Wan'er was already falling asleep in a daze.

Mrs. Rongguo looked at Wan'er's face and let out a long sigh.

"Wan'er, do you know that back then, you Aya was also like this." She looked at Wan'er with a smile, this child looks like Minzhi, but her heart is not like it at all.

Also, he was born rich and noble, and he has always been pampered, unlike Minzhi, he lost his parents at a young age, tasted the warmth and coldness of people, and saw a lot of the hot and cold world. It is rare for someone to be sincere to him, and he will pay several times more sincerity.

Toshiyuki listened to her talk about the past, but he never fell asleep.

Mrs. Rongguo is both satisfied and sad.

It was getting late, the mountain road was difficult to walk, and after resting at the post station for a night, the next day was bumpy all the way, and finally arrived at Zhaoling in the afternoon.

The Yang family took Mrs. Lingling and the servants at home to greet them from afar, and before they could say hello, Mrs. Rongguo hurriedly spoke first: "Where is Minzhi?" Can you eat now? ”

The Yang family originally wanted to step forward to support Mrs. Rongguo, but when she saw Mrs. Rongguo's four personal servants following her, she had to give up.

"Back to my grandmother, Da Lang is still in Chongsheng Temple and has not yet ...... Eating. Yang lowered his eyebrows and said.

Mrs. Rongguo frowned, and sent Wan'er to Yang's side: "You take Wan'er to rest, and send someone to take me to see Minzhi." ”

"Grandmother is running all the way, and I'm tired of thinking about it......" was glanced at by Mrs. Rongguo coldly, and Yang's words were swallowed.

Mrs. Rongguo ignored her and went straight to the direction of Chongsheng Temple. Seeing this, Mrs. Ling Ling hurriedly threw away the Yang family, walked a few steps to keep up with Mrs. Rongguo, and after identifying herself, she summoned the soft sedan chair that had been prepared, and personally helped Mrs. Rongguo to sit in the sedan chair, and she followed outside the sedan chair and led the way.

Yang pulled Wan'er to stand there, watching Mrs. Rongguo and her party drift away. Although Mrs. Rongguo has always treated her like this, it is okay in front of the servants in the house, Mrs. Lingling is an outsider after all......

Yang only felt a cold and hot face.

She settled down, handed Wan'er to the servants, and asked them to take Wan'er back to the room to rest, while she took out a silk handkerchief and rubbed her face, straightened her clothes, and hurriedly chased in the direction where Mrs. Rongguo left.

When she arrived, Mrs. Rongguo was already guarding Wu Minzhi and crying. The monks looked at each other, and their chanting voices were lowered. In contrast, Wu Minzhi seems to have cultivated more deeply than the monks. No matter how Mrs. Rongguo cried, he just watched his nose and nose, and the sound of chanting remained unchanged at all, as if there was no such person as Mrs. Rongguo in his eyes.

Mrs. Rongguo cried more and more sadly, crying and telling at the same time, hearing that Mrs. Lingling's eyes were wet, but Wu Minzhi was still deaf.

Mrs. Rongguo is old, and she has been running all the way, but she can't consume Wu Minzhi. Under the persuasion of the Yang family and Mrs. Lingling, he had to go back to the dormitory first. After hastily grooming, I ate a little bit of food, and leaned slightly on the couch.

Yang invited her to rest, she had something to do in her heart, where could she lie down?

I feel that Yang can still say such things at this moment, which shows that he really doesn't know the severity, and his affection for Minzhi is also very limited.

Mrs. Rongguo didn't like it in her heart, and the look on her face became even lighter.

She felt a little better spirited, so she rushed to Chongsheng Temple again.

Unexpectedly, this time I didn't even see Wu Minzhi's face. The abbot said that as soon as she left, Master Wu locked herself in the meditation room.

Mrs. Rongguo almost couldn't stand still, and was supported by a few personal maids, staggered to the outside of the meditation room, and patted the door for a long time.

There was no movement in the meditation room.

Several of the servants helped Mrs. Rongguo to breathe, and one of them stretched out his finger, gently pierced the window paper, and opened it with squinted eyes.

"Madame, don't worry, Ah Lang is reciting the scriptures in the house." The servant returned to Mrs. Rongguo and comforted softly.

Mrs. Rongguo looked inside with the pierced window paper, not only was she not relieved, but she cried even more sadly.

"This kid wants to chant the Buddha for his aunt in person, it was originally his filial piety, and I naturally won't object. But he shouldn't torture himself, he doesn't eat or drink like this, how can I rest assured? ”

She was ruthless and raised her voice to Wu Minzhi: "Okay, good, your filial piety is commendable, and your grandmother is here to accompany you." If you don't open the door for a day, your grandmother will stay outside for a day. If you don't eat or drink for a day, your grandmother will accompany you for a day without eating or drinking. If the two of us have a good relationship, we will go together with your hard-working mother. I closed my eyes, and I was relieved to save myself from worrying about you in vain. ”

Wu Minzhi in the house didn't even look back, but the Yang Mausoleum outside the house was frightened by the ladies and servants.

"Grandmother, never." Yang was so anxious that his face turned white.

As soon as Mrs. Rongguo heard her speak, she became angry: "It's all because you are not virtuous that Minzhi will make such a fuss." What did you tell me at the beginning? You said to reassure me that you will definitely take a good look at Toshiyuki. That's how you look at him? ”

This was originally what Mrs. Rongguo ordered the Yang family to do, but the Yang family did not dare to disobey, although it was difficult, but they could only respond weakly.

She didn't dare to argue, she only bowed her head and wept with shame and shame: "It's Yu Niang's incompetence, she wants to be beaten and punished, Yu Niang is willing to accept it, and grandmother must not be angry." ”

When Mrs. Rongguo heard this, she was even more angry and trembled: "A good one wants to be beaten and punished, and he is willing to accept it!" I just said a word about you, and I shouted about the punishment, if I really hit the punishment, I don't know what to do? Do I dare to hit or be punished? Fortunately, Mrs. Ling Ling understands things and can see clearly, otherwise, maybe I think what kind of foolish bastard I am as an old woman? ”

The words choked Yang's face red, and he couldn't speak anymore.