In the upper courtyard, stepmother Ma was talking to her husband.

Six-year-old fifth lady Rong Sheng was carried and fed by a nurse. She wore a moon-white silk jacket with pink makeup, which was very cute.

"Master, madam, the third lady is here."

Rong Jiang said: "It's so cold, she has to run this trip, isn't it better to hear about it." ”

Ma Shi smiled: "The third young lady must be very good, so the master doesn't have to be angry." ”

While speaking, Rong Zheng had already come in. She glanced at her father and stepmother sitting in the hall, both familiar and strange. She hurried to salute. Rong Jiang nodded and said, "We're talking about your body, and we're still running this trip on a cold day." Not afraid of freezing? ”

In the face of his father's care, Rong Zheng felt slightly unfamiliar, and was a little uncomfortable, and said with low eyebrows: "It's no big deal." There is a memory of Lao's father. ”

"That's fine."

Rong Zheng looked carefully, his father was less than thirty at this time, dressed in a plain white cotton robe, with a long body and a handsome spirit.

"The third lady is really good, and her complexion is ruddy. The old man should be relieved. "Stepmother Ma's face is as smiling as ever.

Rong Sheng, who was eating, saw his sister coming, and twisted his body to get off the nurse. Ran to Rong Zheng. He Rongzheng, who was smiling, said, "Sister, why don't you come to see me?" ”

Rong Zheng thought that this sister's limelight might overshadow him in the future, so he was a little unhappy in his heart, and said sullenly: "I've been sick for many days, and I can't come." ”

Ma Shi saw Rong Zheng staring at his daughter, and he was afraid that Rong Zheng was not well, and he was sick to Rong Sheng, so he said to the nurse: "It's cold, beware of blowing." Take Miss Five to the warm pavilion to rest. ”

The nurse got up and said yes.

Ma Shi said to Rong Zheng again: "Third Miss, you are hungry." I happen to have a box of water chestnut cakes here, you can take them and eat them. ”

Rong Zheng thanked him.

Rong Jiang was very relieved to see that Ma's sincerity to Rong Zheng was good, and he did not despise Rong Zheng because of Rong Sheng.

"Daddy, my second aunt is from Nanyang?"

Rong Jiang felt that his daughter was asking strangely, and hurriedly said, "Why did you suddenly mention this?" ”

Rong Zheng had already prepared an answer in his heart, and said with a smile: "I went to my grandfather's house a year ago and heard them mention it, saying that Nanyang is good. ”

"You little girl, no matter how good Nanyang is, is it better to have Bianliang?" Ma laughed and quipped.

"I also heard that my second aunt mentioned that there is a knot-untying temple in Nanyang, saying that the pickles in that house are delicious. Daddy, don't you say it's funny, what is the 'sister temple' or 'sister temple'. ”

Rong Zheng's innocent words made Rong Jiang laugh, and explained: "Don't talk nonsense about what 'sister temple'. People are untying the knots and solving the crux of the heart. Why did you suddenly mention Nanyang? ”

Rong Zheng continued to speak eloquently: "I heard my second aunt talk about Nanyang, I felt curious, I grew up so big, I have never been anywhere else except my grandfather's house. The second aunt also said that there is a family surnamed Liao in Nanyang, and there are three Xifu begonias with a bowl of thickness planted in their yard, which are particularly beautiful when the flowers bloom in spring. From the mouth of the alley, you can see their begonia flowers. Daddy, can Xifu Begonia really grow that big? Is it okay for us to also grow Xifu begonias? ”

Rong Zheng's childlike words amused Rong Jiang and Ma's.

Ma said: "I didn't expect the second uncle's wife to mention the matter of the Liao family with the third lady, their family has three Xifu begonias with thick bowls. When the flowers bloom, it's spectacular. His family's flowers and trees can be seen in every alley. Miss Three really likes this flower, so we will plant one in Miss Three's yard. ”

Rong Jiang said: "After the spring of the new year, Sister Zheng will be thirteen. When she gets married, the begonia tree will not grow as thick as the mouth of the bowl. ”

Rong Zheng casually made up a reason and set out Ma's words, Nanyang really has a Liao family, and there are really three tall Xifu begonias in the courtyard of the Liao family. Her second aunt is indeed from Nanyang, but her second aunt has never told her about Nanyang, and the Liao family has not mentioned a word. But Ma's aunt married to Nanyang. The Ma family's aunt and the Liao family live in the same alley.

I tried it this way, and everything came out.

Rong Zheng was secretly frightened, is this a coincidence, or did it really happen? She felt a chill.

It was the matchmaker made by the uncle of the Ma family that she married into the Liao family. Originally, my father was dissatisfied with this family business, and he wanted to find a satisfactory family business for Rong Zheng in Bianliang, but it was always inappropriate to pick and choose. At that time, her reputation in Bianliang was not so good, and finally her stepmother persuaded her father to finally accept this family business.

Thinking about the years spent in the Liao family, she suffered a lot from her mother-in-law, and her husband was unkind. She couldn't feel at ease. When he looked at Ma again, his eyes were full of alienation.

"Speaking of Nanyang, I remember that my wife also has relatives in Nanyang, right?"

Ma replied with a smile: "Yes, my aunt married to Nanyang." ”

"No wonder." Rong Jiang looked at his daughter and smiled.

After inquiring about the Liao family, Rong Zheng broke out in a cold sweat. She remembered the scene in her dream, which was so real bit by bit. The joys and sorrows are vivid. It can't help but make her suspicious, could it be that it wasn't a dream, it was something she had really experienced? She had gone through her life in desolation, and was only a thirty-year-old woman on her deathbed, but she couldn't even see a pair of children. Could it be that she dreamed of her past life?

Although it's a bit ridiculous, it's not uncommon for her to read those notebook novels, and the protagonist has some prophetic ability when he wakes up. Or did you live it all over again?

Rong Zheng trembled when she thought of this, if she really lived again, then she would never marry the Liao family again, and why the Rong family was defeated, and why her father and younger brother were imprisoned, she also had to find the root cause.

For a while, Rong Zheng felt that he had a lot to do, but he couldn't figure out one, two, three.

Zi Su sat on the brocade to do needlework, and when she saw Rong Zheng staring at her all the time, Zi Su was a little embarrassed, and sneered: "Miss look at what the slave and maid do, is there anything dirty on the slave's face?" He touched his face as he spoke.

Rong Zheng glanced at the needle and thread in Shisu's hand and asked casually, "What did you do?" ”

Zi Su smiled: "Miss forgot jì, a few days ago I asked the slave maid to help you make a small coat." That's all there is to it now. ”

Rong Zheng looked carefully, Shisu was holding a piece of lake-green silk cloth in his hand, with a flower bandage, embroidered less than half, and the pattern was a new folded branch gardenia.

Shiso's needlework is exquisite, and she was originally served in her grandmother's room, but her grandmother saw that she was well-behaved and clever.

Rong Zheng remembered the events of the previous life, and Zisu had been following her, but she didn't end well. He died before he was twenty years old, but he died for the glory of the kite.

Thinking of this, Rong Zheng couldn't help but look at Zisu again, smart and delicate, and his hands were dexterous. It's just that she overturned her dowry, and was instigated by the people next to her to say a few words, so she rewarded Shisu with a board. After all, Shisu is a young girl, how can she stand the board, after twenty strokes, she can't get out of bed, and she has some symptoms, so she just goes.

Rong Zheng thought of this, his heart was a little tingling, he stepped forward to grab Zisu's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't be in such a hurry, I won't rush to ask for it." It's cold and my hands are stiff. Let's play. Aren't they playing with sandbags in the back, Ziying, you can also go and have a good time. ”

Zi Su looked surprised, and felt so sorry for the young lady who held the gold and precious money, shook his head and said, "It's all gone, who will serve the third young lady." The slave maid is still guarding the young lady. ”