There were only three members of the Jiang family left in a huge courtyard, and Mrs. Jiang pulled Jiang Qiao into the back room, talking a lot in her heart, but she didn't know where to start. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Jiang Qiao didn't urge, and when he saw the dog sitting on the side and staring at the small snacks on the table, he pinched his nose and teased him, and pushed the whole plate of pastries in front of him: "Eat." ”

The dog smiled and squinted, and the appearance of whining and gobbling up was a rare childishness.

Mrs. Jiang looked a little dazed.

"Your father and Dashan left early, and the dog has no mother, and I still take medicine every day, and at that time the pot at home can't be opened, the dog is thin and small, and the mouse essence ......is the same," she said and wanted to shed tears, seeing the dog seeing her busy turning her face.

Jiang Qiao was silent, not feeling good in his heart.

He remembered that when he first woke up, he was actually disillusioned. After so many years of ups and downs, he has pushed down countless "front waves", and he is also ready to be knocked down by others. But he is also a human being, and he also has feelings, and he will not be so sad if anyone calculates him, but those two people......

He received Jiang Mu's memories and knew the embarrassment at the moment, and even his stomach was rumbling, but he couldn't raise his mind to pay attention to it. What's the point? He was discouraged, turned over and saw her mother coming with a thin bowl of gruel, and when he saw him open his eyes, he almost threw the bowl on the ground with joy, but he quickly protected it, and was splashed with half of his hands by the hot soup that spilled out.

"Second son!"

All the joy and gratitude of Mrs. Jiang finally turned into this call, if she didn't look at her red eyes, Jiang Qiao would think that this shell occupied by him was not a ghost door closed and walked away, just a sleep to wake up, and let the old lady bring the meal to the bed.

"Mother."

He screamed dryly, telling himself that this was his mother, dear!

So he is no longer "Mr. Jiang", just a big fool in Qinghe Village, honestly working hard, feeding the old mother who scraped the rice jar to boil out a bowl of clear water porridge, but still endured hunger to feed him, and the little nephew who was skinny and rat-like.

The family is getting better day by day, he is well fed and clothed and has surplus money, he thought that his life would be to live in Qinghe Village, a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers, but now, ......

"Mother, children are not filial." Jiang Qiao knelt on Mrs. Jiang's knees, and said with difficulty: "Although Kyoto is good, after all, it is not as comfortable as Qinghe Village, and in the future, my son will have to run around, so I will have little time to fulfill my filial piety to my mother." ”

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Jiang's thin palm caressed the top of Jiang Qiao's head, inexplicably with a sense of stability.

"Look at your Uncle Qin, my mother has never seen anything in the world, your Uncle Qin, the village chief, is the big man in my mother's heart, he is the most amazing person in the village, don't you still have to provide for the two boys to study?" Mrs. Jiang paused again as she spoke, and then sighed faintly before continuing: "Your father has been a carpenter all his life, and people from all over the country say that he has the best skills, and he has earned a lot of family business in a few years, but he is not happy in his heart. ”

"Does Dad have any regrets?" It was the first time Jiang Qiao had heard his mother say this.

Mrs. Jiang pursed her lips and smiled, her old cloudy eyes flashed with a girlish look: "In his life, he is like a big rooster in front of everyone, as if he is the only one in the world." ”

Jiang Qiao looked at his mother's expression and suddenly felt envious.

The family business that his father earned, in fact, can only be calculated in the poor and remote area of Qinghe Village, marrying a daughter-in-law and getting sick again, the family will smash the pot and sell iron, tighten the belt to live. His mother said that she had never seen the world, but it was not that she had never been to the town to catch up with the fun, and the "rich families" there were not comparable to their family.

But she is willing to cook for his father, laundry and give birth to children, and when she is old, her eyes will still shine when she mentions him, like a little girl who has just understood love.

Seeing that Mrs. Jiang's expression was about to darken, knowing that she had thought of the later separation of yin and yang, Jiang Qiao immediately interjected: "Then why is he still unhappy?" ”

Mrs. Jiang straightened the messy hair on her sideburns, and bent her eyes as if she was making fun of herd: "He used to herd cattle for others, and there was a little girl on the other side of the mountain, who was a young lady from Xiucai's family. ”

He's not a lady. Jiang Qiao was interested, knowing that there were still twists and turns in it.

"It's also the heavenly mother's mother's food, and it really makes your father famous, and he has saved enough money in a few years, and happily invites the matchmaker to say goodbye, who knows-" Mrs. Jiang covered her mouth and laughed as she spoke, and said intermittently: "Who knows that your father's name can also be wrong, and let the matchmaker give the wrong door!" ”

What's the twist? Jiang Qiao raised his eyebrows, "I mentioned the wrong parent, can my father still happily marry someone back as usual?" ”

"Why not!" His mother's eyes were horizontal, and he was more than two points of gangsterism for no reason, "The sun is setting, I drove the pig home and was walking to the entrance of the village, when I met your father who came to me to withdraw from my relatives." The old lady's heart was full of fire, and she picked up the little whip that drove the pig and beat your father to scream! ”

Jiang Qiao didn't speak, and wanted to laugh.

His mother looked gentle and gentle, but she didn't expect that she was also a violent temper when she was young.

"Later...... Mrs. Jiang was a little embarrassed, and her voice was lowered a lot, "Later, your father said that he liked the way I beat him, and he was very angry!" ”

Jiang Qiao was suddenly a little embarrassed.

He also seems to like Ah Jiang beating him...... Cough! Illusion!

After Mrs. Jiang finished talking off topic, she said: "Although your father does not regret marrying me, he also feels ashamed to mention the wrong parent." He didn't read, and neither did your brothers, your father looked at the two babies of the old Qin family, and he was envious! ”

Jiang Qiao held his mother's hand, and could understand his father's helplessness and unwillingness.

"My mother is reluctant to go to the village, and there are neighbors and relatives for decades." Mrs. Jiang told the truth, and the loneliness in her eyes couldn't be faked, "Everything in Kyoto is good, food and clothing, and even the people I see are extravagant!" Also living in the princess's house...... My mother is uncomfortable, she is not comfortable talking and doing things, she is afraid of embarrassing you...... But you can't ruin your future. ”

For a moment, Jiang Qiao wanted to say, "Then let's go back to Qinghe Village!" ”

But his mother said: "You can be an official, it is a matter of glory to the ancestors, and your father will be happy." Your father is happy, and your mother is happy. ”

"Then I'll be happy, too." Jiang Qiao lowered his head to cover the emotion in his eyes.

The dispute between the emperor, the Wen family, and the prince, as well as the inexplicable first emperor, and the two alien races entrenched in the north and south of the Great Qi...... No matter what kind of calculation layout, he will crack them one by one, but whoever he guards behind him, unless he dies, no one can touch them.

The emperor's decree was still in his arms, stained with his body temperature through the thin summer shirt, and it seemed to be trying to control his fate.

Taicang Order. He recited it silently, revealing a bit of demonism in his eyes, which was actually more suitable for him than in the army.

The stars were heavy, and it was already late when Jiang Qiao stepped out of the hospital. He walked slowly under the moonlight along the bluestone paved road paved by the Jiang family in Qinghe Village, and the night breeze blew on his body refreshing, a little cool.

"Can't sleep?"

Under a big tree around the corner, Fang Wei took a sip of wine, raised his hand and threw the wine bag to Jiang Qiao: "Drink a little and you'll be sleepy." ”

Jiang Qiao caught it steadily, drank a little in his mouth, and threw it back into Fang Wei's hand with his backhand, "Did she sleep?" ”

Fang Wei shook his head and leaned against the trunk of the tree to look at the stars in the sky. He didn't plan to sleep tonight, and he didn't seem to want Jiang Qiao to sleep, so he whispered when Jiang Qiao sat over: "Wen Shaojie will arrive in Beijing tomorrow morning, and the holy decree for marriage has been prepared. ”

Jiang Qiao fished the wine bag back into his arms.

Fang Wei looked at Jiang Qiao expressionlessly: "There is little grain in Daqi, and even less grain can be used to make wine." ”

Jiang Qiao raised his head and poured another full mouthful: "So? ”

"His Royal Highness has made meritorious contributions in escorting me in Weicheng, and he has traveled thousands of miles to Yuezhou to pick up people, and he specially gave him imperial wine."

Jiang Qiao raised his eyebrows, stood up and patted the grass wool on his clothes, generously threw the wine bag back to Fang Wei, and then walked away.

Fang Wei pinched the empty bag and raised his fist at Jiang Qiao's back.

It was the last quiet night.