General Li Dangguo's original wife had a difficult birth, and died after giving birth to his eldest son Li Qianfeng, and later, although the general accepted a concubine under the pressure of the outside world, everyone knew that the concubine had never been favored by the general.

Although the general does not spoil the concubine, but he takes great care of her, someone has always bullied her, and if she looks at her in a strange light, she will be punished by the general, and the general even handed over everything in the house to the concubine to take care of, and over time, this woman who was born in a small city in southern Xinjiang gradually became the pillar of the general's mansion, known as Mrs. She.

After the general's death, Mrs. She closed the door to thank guests, and never left the room again except when the eldest young master was taken away by the immortals.

Under the night, Mrs. She knelt in front of the two-foot Bodhisattva statue carved by the white jade root, silently reciting the scriptures, when the general died, she was only forty-eight years old, Mrs. She's age is even younger, but twenty-seven only, dignified appearance, should be a good age, but the eyebrows are lightly locked, self-styled in the boudoir.

The moon is like a hook, there are brocade clothes from outside the wall of the general's mansion jumped forward, jumped on the roof, hurried forward, under the eaves, the patrolling guards did not find anything unusual on the roof, the patrol team of hundreds of people back then, now there are less than forty people left.

The wind blew Mrs. She's window open, and Mrs. She had already given an order that there was no need for any subordinate to serve her, and the subordinates of the General's Mansion could send the meals and hot water for bathing and grooming on time, and there was no one in her room.

At this moment, it was getting late, and Mrs. She, who was accustomed to being alone, was dressed in light gauze civilian clothes, stood up and put on a coat to close the window, and returned to the Bodhisattva to chant the scriptures, but it didn't happen, and she inadvertently saw a man in a strong suit already standing behind her.

If it weren't for the moon setting in the west, stretching the man's shadow and falling in front of Mrs. She, she didn't know how long that person would have been standing behind her, even if Mrs. She, who already knew that there was someone behind her, still didn't react and continued to recite the scriptures.

After a poem was recited, the person behind him knelt down on his knees, knelt behind Mrs. She, and said softly: "Ming'er has seen Xiaoniang." ”

In the autumn of that year, when Wu Ming first entered the General's Mansion, no one in the Mansion looked down on this native boy in the countryside, and no one wanted to play with him, a person with calluses on his palms and knotted hair, it was Mrs. She who took his hand, washed his hair, bathed him, changed him into brand new clothes, took him through any place in the General's Mansion, and told others in person that he was the general's righteous son.

What really gave Wu Ming a sense of belonging to the General's Mansion was not the general, not Li Qianfeng, but the little lady who was ten years older than him and took care of him like a sister.

"Ming'er, it turns out that the legends outside are true, you really came back, but unfortunately, before the country left, he kept thinking about you, saying that even if you died, you would bring your body back, but until he closed his eyes, you didn't come back. Mrs. She didn't turn around, and even her tone didn't fluctuate much, gently and slowly, just as gentle as her character.

Wu Ming was still kneeling on the ground, unable to see the expression on his face clearly: "Little mother, the child is coming back late, please tell the child where Li Qianfeng went." ”

Mrs. She's back trembled slightly, and she sighed softly as if she was unwilling: "Feng'er has been so strong since she was a child, fierce and ruthless, when I first married into the General's Mansion, I happened to see him throw a defeated cricket on the ground and step on it fiercely, I vaguely remember the terrifying expression on his face."

I don't like his character, and I even have some fear, so I alienate him, this child is also naughty, seeing that I ignore him, he often teases me, and for this he is scolded by the country.

I still like your calm, kind character, you are so strong, but you have always silently enhanced your own strength, and if you fail, you will find your own reasons and continue to correct them, unlike him, you can't tolerate every failure of yourself. ”

Mrs. She's voice trembled slightly, and the trace of crying began to be unbearable, she stopped her words, her shoulders shrugged slightly, her hands covered her mouth, and she kept sobbing, under the moonlight, this back looked difficult to be weaker, this general's wife, who was praised by everyone, was just an injured woman at this moment.

After a long time, Mrs. She stopped crying, and said unwillingly but helplessly: "Ming'er, when the country is gone, Li Qianfeng is the pillar of the General's Mansion." ”

Wu Ming silently stood up from the ground, made a deep look at his back, and said: "Such a person can't be a pillar, little lady, wait until I kill this bastard to make Xiao Niang angry." ”

According to Zhou Tai, in a year, Li Qianfeng returned to the General's Mansion eight times, and stayed overnight in Mrs. She's room eight times.

Before the teahouse, Zhou Tai changed into a black robe and waited there quietly, behind him, was the young man Xiao Zhi, Wu Ming's figure from the top of the house in the distance, a few ups and downs, in front of them.

"Zhou Tai, have you explained everything?" Wu Ming glanced at the shop behind Zhou Tai and said to him.

Zhou Tai nodded and said: "The shop will be handed over to the little dog in the future, this kid has some bones, I have already told him the cultivation method overnight, and there should not be many problems in cultivating to the Breaking Realm in the future."

Moreover, I also found a few friends and asked them to stay around here and take care of the General's Mansion, although they are not cultivators, they are also good hands on the rivers and lakes, there should be no problems, please rest assured, young master. ”

The little dog looked at the boss who pulled himself out of the beggar pile, and he was reluctant to give up, he only knew before today that his boss was actually a cultivator, and the boss had to teach himself to practice.

He didn't have time to tell Yuanyuan next door that he would be a cultivator in the future, and the boss was going to follow his young master, even if he got such a big teahouse all of a sudden, he couldn't be happy in his heart.

Looking at the little guy behind Zhou Tai who was about to fall tears, Wu Ming made a rare joke: "Hey, little guy, your boss is going to leave with me, so I don't want you, if you don't hold him and cry for a while, you won't see him in the future." ”

It doesn't matter, as soon as Wu Ming said two sentences, the tears in the little guy's eyes immediately couldn't hold back, he shrugged his nose and cried, and refused to admit defeat while bitterly: "Who is going to cry, woo, I don't care if he comes back or not, it's best not to come back, woo woo, I will make the teahouse bigger by myself, marry four or five daughters-in-law, give birth to more than a dozen children, and not one of them will be allowed to send him to the end, woo woo woo ......"

That night, Mrs. She of the General's Mansion died of illness, shocking the government and the opposition, no one knew that that night, there was a child sitting in front of the teahouse and crying for a long, long time.