"Bizhu! Bizhu! "A young woman in the Nanmu Babu bed, carved with all kinds of flowers and hundreds of grandchildren, woke up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bizhu was startled, even if she had a nightmare, she had never seen her wife so panicked, so she hurriedly picked up a few warm teas and walked in quickly.

"Madam, what's wrong with you? If you have a dream, drink a cup of wolfberry and red date tea slowly, this dream is all reversed. "Bizhu is the big girl that Xue Rulin trusts very much, so she is not very restrained when she speaks.

Is it the other way around? The scenes in the dream were so real and clear, how could she believe that the pictures that made her bloody were the opposite, and she couldn't force herself to wake up several times, and she was dragged by a strong force to see it completely.

In the dream, the faces of her parents who have long passed away have not changed, as if they will stay forever in her beautiful youth and girlhood. The moment she saw them, she seemed to have forgotten the resentment in her heart, just like she was still in that youth, with loving parents and a cousin who she admired in her heart.

She tried to talk to her father and mother, but they only smiled at her, and did not speak, and her mother waved her hand as she had done with a child, and she ran away with tears in her eyes before she could think about it. fell into a heart-rending scene.

The frail father lay on the bed, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and shouted angrily, "It's you!" You brute! Xu Jingsheng! My Xue Jin family treats you like a parent! Teach you to raise you! You immature wolf! "After a few coughs, he gasped rapidly, and it was the end of the crossbow.

Xu Jingsheng's handsome and extraordinary face was indifferent, "Parent-child? It's always better ... My good uncle, you are a good uncle, but not a good teacher, I am your best student, but you want to pass on the "Mental Notes" to Ning Mu, although I don't like my stupid cousin very much, but if I marry her, how much help can I get! Uncle, my teacher, why don't you want to help me? Everything is Ning Mu's, and the secret art books are his! My cousin is his! It's all his! I'm not convinced! ”

Xu Jingsheng couldn't maintain his disguised indifference anymore, his eyes were red, and his body trembled slightly, too, how could a person who was about to die really be indifferent?

After a few breaths of silence, he stabilized his emotions, leaned over and said, "Teacher, you are old, just rest assured, the "Mental Records of Mental Art" is a dead thing in your hands, and it is also a fatal thing to circulate, it is better to let the disciple carry forward its power, you have no regrets, I am your perfect inheritor." A bowl of medicine makes you abdicate now, and the disciple can be regarded as helping you pass on the eternals when you are most famous. ”

"You! You... The person on the bed exerted his last breath of strength, raised his arm and pointed at Xu Jingsheng angrily, his eyes wide.

Xu Jingsheng reached out and bent back the man's trembling index finger and pulled his arm back to his side. The person on the bed was no longer able to make any movements, could not make any sound, and just went away.

Xue Rulin was stunned in place, she couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality, she wanted to cry and question, but she couldn't do anything, she could only watch, her heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

Her mother was still standing at a distance, smiling at her and beckoning her to pass.

She didn't have time to grieve, thinking that she would wake up from this dream soon, and she was afraid that she would never see her mother again, Xue Rulin had no choice but to walk towards her mother, so she moved half a step, and the venue changed instantly. This is the ancestral hall of the Xue family, when she was a child, she and her younger brother would be punished to kneel in the ancestral hall for a few hours if they were naughty, and every time there would always be a maid to give them some food or other gadgets.

Describe the withered mother kneeling in front of the tablet of the ancestors and ancestors, in Xue Rulin's memory, she has been kneeling here all year round since her father left. At this moment, she folded her hands and closed her eyes tightly, there was a delicate and warm meal on the ground, and the nurse who had been serving her mother since she was a child, Grandma Sun, knelt next to her with tears in her eyes, and persuaded her bitterly, "Mrs., you can eat a little, the master has been gone for three years, but you still have the young lady and the young master, they are still children, you can't leave your mother, you have to take care of your body, madam!" After saying that, Mama Sun couldn't suppress her uncomfortable emotions, wiped away the tears that flowed, and let out a whining cry.

The mother knelt there stunned, unmoved.

It seemed that after a long reincarnation, her mother finally spoke, "Lin'er's dowry has been packed." ”

"If you go back to your wife, you will be counted, the dowry of one hundred and twenty lifts, plus the Zhuangzi shop, will be decorated." Mama Sun seemed to feel something, and replied sadly.

"The divorce period is not a few days, is Lin'er still angry?" The mother's voice was faint, as if she was talking about someone else's daughter's marriage.

"Since the cousin young master left the house, the wedding date between Miss and Young Master Ning was set again, and Miss lost her laughter. Wife... ”

"Mama, needless to say, this matter has already been decided. Let the maids take a good look at her, and marry her well, whether she is dead or alive, this is the best arrangement that her father and I can make for her. As for Yun'er, he is a man, and he has to bear more than a woman, so it's all up to creation. After saying that, he closed his eyes again, not going in or out.

Suddenly, all the pictures in front of Xue Rulin's eyes disappeared, and they returned to pitch black, only a heart-rending howl echoed in her ears, "Mother!" You don't go! Mother! Why! Mother... ”

Xue Rulin, who woke up, was in a cold sweat and panting, Bizhu hurriedly stepped forward to give her a sip of warm tea in her mouth, and stroked her back up and down.

"Madame, what kind of dream did you have to scare you like this, otherwise you would not be afraid if you talked to the slave and maid."

"I had a dream that I wanted to make life again."

When the court divided the left and right prime ministers to assist the government, Ning Mu, the current helmsman of the Ning Mansion, was one of the right prime ministers, who was known for his strict self-discipline and was quite prestigious. Although there are three just passed, he is already a pillar of the country, and his appearance is quite handsome and elegant, and he is highly sought after by women of all ages, and his charm has not diminished back then.

The folk customs of this dynasty are open, widows remarry, and concubines are really common. This Ning Cheng is considered to be a very clean and self-conscious person, except for a wife and three concubines at home, he never looks for flowers and willows outside. There is nothing else in the next generation except a son and a daughter born by the main wife, and it is very clean compared to other bureaucrats and wealthy businessmen.

Despite this, the relationship between the prime minister and his wife is very cold, and the prime minister does not enter his wife's house once in 800 years, and most of them will come out angrily once he enters. The prime minister's wife only cares about all kinds of flowers and writing to nourish her heart, her children are disciplined by her husband, the dowry is managed by a competent maid, and the maid dresses up to attend on necessary occasions, and she never cares about many things. As for the question of where the prime minister sleeps at night, he never cares, and he wishes he would never enter her door.

This aristocratic lady in Beijing is praised by everyone for her virtuous and generous bearing, but in fact, who is not jealous of her secretly, but who does not ridicule her for living like a fool.

Today is different from usual, for an hour, Xue Rulin didn't read a word of the book in his hand that made people calm and quiet, is it painful? Of course it hurts, it's been more than ten years, and suddenly breaking the illusion of sticking to it in my heart, can people not be in pain? But after all, ten years have passed, and even though her brain still hasn't grown much, she has been a wife and mother for many years, and she can barely be treated. The father's dying face, Xu Jingsheng's face, and his mother's face in the dream kept circling in his mind, all the subtleties were so real, and the dream did not fade in the slightest with waking up, but the more he thought about it, the clearer it became.