Mother Jiang hurriedly entered Ling Shuirong's house with the woman, she gently closed the door, and sent out all the maids and servants in the courtyard, so that the mother and daughter in the house could talk to themselves.

Ling Shuirong in the room stood in place at a loss, flustered and excited in her heart, she twisted the corners of her clothes, like a child who had done something wrong.

Maybe they haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and the two of them stood in place in a daze and didn't step forward until they looked each other up and down, and then they hugged each other with red and swollen eyes and cried.

Jiang's mother, who was standing under the eaves, stayed in the house and finally stopped crying, and then pushed the door and walked in.

"Master, Madame, let's come and eat something, Madame has been running around for a long time, and she must be hungry. Eat some snacks to cushion your stomach, and then the slave and maid will tell the small kitchen to prepare the meal. She smiled brightly and laid out all the melons and fruits in the food box.

Ling Shuirong and Yi Concubine walked out of the cabinet holding hands, their red and swollen eyes were still shining, and the three of them exchanged pleasantries.

"Mother, after all these years, is your illness better?" Saying that, Ling Shuirong handed over the little tooth watermelon in her hand.

Yi Concubine snorted coldly, "It's an old disease, and no matter how effective the elixir is, it's just a continuation of life." What's more, Frost Ningshi only sent someone to give me half a pill every time, and this disease couldn't be better. ”

She took a small bite off the tip of the red melon, and turned to look at Ling Shuirong: "In the past few years, because of my mother, I have made you suffer." If it weren't for my broken body, why would my son be held hostage by the frost poetry? Speaking of this, her eyes were sharp, as if she had returned to the Yinan Palace.

Ling Shuirong was angry, she stood up with a "tom", gritted her teeth and said: "Shuang Ningshi, that slut, let me raise her child for nothing, but I did this kind of thing to my mother, I must break her body into pieces." ”

Mother Jiang hurriedly went over to comfort Ling Shuirong and sat down, helping her to smooth her back, "Princess, don't be impulsive, listen to Concubine Yi Niangniang's words first." ”

"Then how did you get out of the palace?" Ling Shuirong suppressed her anger and immediately became docile and humble to her mother.

Yi Concubine sighed faintly and put down the watermelon in her hand, "Yi Nanguo is now all controlled by Frost Ning Shi in his hands, and your father is dead." Speaking of this, she seemed to be very relieved, and even her tone was faintly cheerful.

"Huh?" Ling Shuirong and Jiang's mother were shocked and cried out.

"Your father has actually died a long time ago, and he has been taking those warlocks' elixirs, and his body has long been empty. It's just that Shuang Ningshi has been hiding from the government and the opposition, arranging people to handle it day and night, but she declared to the outside world that the emperor is sick and not suitable to see people, but she just wants to stabilize the court situation. ”

Yi Concubine looked far away, and carefully told everything she knew.

"There is no impermeable wall in the world, your father has no sons, but there are many daughters. Yi Nan is not without examples of the empress ascending to the throne, so a more tragic competition began in the palace, and the death of princesses and concubines one after another is often staged, and the palace is also in chaos. ”

"Mother misses you, my son is also a princess, but he was forced to come to Beixin with his relatives, and my mother is unwilling!" The corners of her lips twitched, and her voice choked, "So my mother was ruthless, and when Shuang Ningshi went out of the palace to visit, she went to her dormitory and stole the pills." I went back and packed up some gold and silver jewelry, put on my clothes after killing a maid, and set fire to the 'Qingshui Palace', and escaped in chaos. ”

She spoke faster, and her eyes lit up as if a fire had raged that night.

Yi Concubine grabbed Shuang Ningshi's hand suddenly, and looked at her daughter fixedly, "So my mother has been working hard for so long, just to want you to go back and sit in that position." ”

Ling Shuirong was a little pained, looking back at the somewhat crazy woman in front of her, and a trace of hope was faintly churning in her heart.

"However, we don't have any power at all, and I'm afraid it will be bad luck when we go back." She thought in her heart, happy and worried.

"Frost Ningshi, as long as you find Frost Ningshi and control her in the palm of your hand, Yinan is not in your bag, not to mention that she puts such a big handle by your side, the easier it is for her to be used by us."

Yi Concubine's eyes widened, she seemed to have seen the scene of Ling Shuirong's dragon robe, and the corners of her mouth were extremely long.

Mother Jiang, who had been standing, was even more surprised, she hurriedly walked to the window and closed all the half-open windows.

"Niangniang, you are so considerate of the princess, the slave is very happy, but how did you return to Yinan from Beixin? What's more, the princess is not alone, there are children. ”

"Isn't that kid, it's good to sue him, how can there be a son who doesn't want to follow his mother." Yi Concubine disagreed, picked up an orange and began to peel it.

"Mother, the son of the Bachelor's Mansion is not my child, and Princess Zhaohua in the palace is your granddaughter."

Ling Shuirong didn't want to hide anything from Yi Concubine, so she told all the original reasons carefully.

Speaking of Zhaohua, she burst into tears, "It's not that my daughter doesn't want to go back with you, it's just that my daughter is also a mother now, although I can't keep Zhaohua by my side, after all, I can still see her, if I really follow you back, I'm afraid I don't want to see her in this life." ”

Mother Jiang on the side also couldn't stop wiping her tears, although Ling Shuirong was fierce and fierce, she kept watching her come step by step, and only she could see the pain clearly, and she felt distressed.

For a moment, there was a brief silence in the room. It was Ling Shuirong who suddenly changed the conversation, wiped away her tears with a light smile, she stepped forward and held Yi Concubine's hand tightly and said, "Mother, let's not talk about these unhappy things, it's best for our mother and daughter to be reunited." ”

When Ling Shuirong arranged the identity and residence of Yi Concubine, it was already sunset.

The fiery clouds on the horizon were red through half the sky, and the magnificent red clouds hovered on the mountain tops in the distance.

Outside the house with the doors and windows closed, a woman was hidden in the narrow shadows by the window, unable to see her face clearly, and could only vaguely see the corners of the woman's mouth pursed sarcastically. When Jiang's mother pushed the door out, there was still a woman's shadow in front of the window.

The day after tomorrow is the day of the opening of the store, the people sent by the prince are all good hands, Miao Zhi only took the rough drawings he drew over to explain a little, and the decoration workers immediately understood a rough idea, and now almost all of them are in place, only the name of this store, Miao Zhi decided to start by Shen Yuqian. Thinking of Shen Yuqian, Miao Zhi's eyes sank, and her little face instantly pulled half.

Although he has been with his eldest brother recently, he seems to be as fond of him as before, but I have heard people say that as long as he leaves, he will sit like a wooden man all day long, and he will never even go out of the door.

Sure enough, the eldest brother forgot about the name of the store, and he hurriedly agreed to himself today, and I don't know if the plaque was carved well in one day? Miao Zhi scratched her head, forget it, spend more money to hire a few craftsmen to carve it together.

Miao Zhi tugged at her head and sighed again and again, she really didn't know how to relieve the worries in her eldest brother's heart. She thought, and then asked Ning'er to put pen and ink, calm down, and silently practice calligraphy.