“... The child has a great joy to tell his mother today..."Xiao Zong visited the shrine, Wu Shuyuan saw that his face was full of joy, not as cold as usual, so he asked why he was happy, Xiao Zong said, "Mother.. Mother can think. Hold a grandchild in the future? Wu Shuyuan was stunned, "Where did the grandson come from?" What does this mean? Xiao Zong hurriedly sat down beside Wu Shuyuan, "If the child marries another wife, why won't the mother be able to hold her grandson in the future..." Which lady do you have a crush on?! As he spoke, he stood up indignantly.

Xiao Zongying told Zheng Xun about his visit with a smile, and Wu Shuyuan was angry when she heard it, "How can my son be so stupid, then Zheng Xun and his daughter came to the door because the drunkard didn't mean to drink!" Xiao Zong helped her sit down and said, "Mother is wrong, how can the child not know Zheng Xun's meaning, but that Zheng Xiaoqiao is not only born beautiful like a fairy, but also has a temperament, words and deeds that are quite in line with the child's heart, how can such a woman not be loved... Since Zheng Xun intends to dedicate his daughter to the child, why not push the boat down the river to complete this family business, and the mother will be happy to have her grandson in the future, and my Xiao family will also have successors in the world..."

"O son of a! If you hadn't killed Han'er with a ruthless heart, how could you end up in such a situation today! ... Now Zhao Yuan is thinking about the pain and becoming ill, but you don't care about it, regardless of it, and now you are planning to marry a wife again, you are going to tear out Zhao Yuan's heart! ... Yuanjueyo! Don't we owe her enough..."Wu Shuyuan said with grief from her heart, tears broke down, and the death of her grandson Xiao Han left a deep imprint on her heart.

"Mother! It was indeed the child's foolish impulse that caused such a sin, so why don't the children regret and grieve! Can.. But Han'er has gone, and no one has the power to return to God! ... Now that Zhao Yuan is thin and frail, and there is no hope of giving birth and raising him, does my mother want to watch me have no relatives in the world and no successor? Xiao Zong knelt on the ground and cried and begged, Wu Shuyuan was even more sad when he heard him say this, and then Xiao Zong got up and slowly sat down beside him, and the mother and son hugged each other and looked at each other and cried.

Xiao Zong cried and begged for comfort, Wu Shuyuan agreed to remarry with a soft heart, which mother in the world does not favor her children, her own son and half daughter, who will know who she will know after a little thought.

Wu Shuyuan, who was guilty, thought about it in the middle of the night, and found Fu Lianzhao's room to visit her the next day, Fu Lianzhao lay on the bed with a moist face, and her complexion was good, and her daughter Xiao Huan's first birthday celebration was joyful, which was a great comfort for her, and now Xiao Huan is her only concern and her only reason to live.

Wu Shuyuan's face was gloomy after asking for warmth, her face was embarrassed and she wanted to speak, Fu Lianzhao sat up and asked, "Does Mother have something to say to Zhao Yuan?" Wu Shuyuan looked at Fu Lianzhao, and then at Ziying, who was holding Xiao Mei next to him, and said, "Zhao Yuan, I really don't want to hide it from you, I feel him..." Zhao Yuan is just a cheap wife, what reason can he stop it..."Tears are dripping like broken threads.

Wu Shuyuan grabbed her hand and comforted, "Zhao is willing and relieved, there is a mother, even if you marry three wives and four concubines, you are still the heroine of this family!" Fu Lianzhao shook his head with a faint wry smile, "Mother, Zhao Yuan is now haggard and sick, and it is reasonable for her husband to marry a wife and concubine, after all, how can there be no successor to the Xiao family..."

Ziying didn't stop sobbing for a long time, Xiao Mei also suddenly cried, Fu Lianzhao hurriedly took Xiao Mei into his arms, and coaxed her with his name, and suddenly coughed and gasped violently with sadness, Ziying hurriedly handed her the handkerchief, Fu Lianzhao covered his mouth as if he was going to cough up his lungs, and then looked at the handkerchief but it was soaked in blood. Ziying was frightened and hurriedly helped her lie down, and then picked up Xiao Mei and coaxed her with a smile, Fu Lianzhao's mouth was still whispering to Mei'er.

Fu Lianzhao's body and bones are gradually recovering, and now they have been hit again, the old injuries have not healed and new injuries have been added, the old sorrows have not been dispersed, and the new sorrows have come again, only to end up with a heart like a broken flower, a body like a broken branch, and a sense of sorrow.

"I don't know if Lord Thorn Shi likes it..."Zheng Xun sighed, his daughter Zheng Xiaoqiao's unexpected behavior that day made him faintly worried, Zheng Xiaoqiao smiled stiffly, "Father don't worry, in a few days, my daughter will definitely marry into the Thorn History Mansion in a beautiful way..." Zheng Xiaoqiao's face was not happy when he heard this, his eyes were filled with faint resentment, and he agreed to a few words and retreated.

As Zheng Xiaoqiao expected, within a few days, Zheng Xun received a letter from Xiao Zong, Zheng Xun was overjoyed, and then replied to a letter to the family, and hurriedly instructed the servants to hurry up and arrange the wedding card, the lanterns were colorful, and the door of the mansion was full of laughter and joy, thinking that this Zheng Mansion had never been so lively and festive since Ji Weiyang was killed.

Zheng Xiaoqiao was dressed in red silk clothes, draped in mink fur, knelt in front of his mother Ji's spiritual seat with tears in his eyes, bowed again and again, and then walked out of the house door and got into the carriage, it was early winter, the Qionghua fluttered that day, Zheng Xiaoqiao left the city after saying goodbye to Zheng Xun in tears.

The Xiao Mansion was also festive and joyful, with firecrackers rumbling and joyful sounds, only Fu Lianzhao was lying on the sickbed to describe haggard, full of sorrow, listening to the bursts of joy and joy outside the house without saying a word, his eyes were full of tears.

"Sister... Sister Mo didn't think about it anymore and hurt her body..."Ziying's eyes were full of tears, and she slowly fed a spoonful of decoction into her mouth, Ziying has been busy for several days, taking care of her carefully, but Fu Lianzhao's condition has not improved at all, which is really worrying.

"It's so lively outside, it's much more lively than when I got married... Sister helped me up, I want to go out and have a look..."Fu Lianzhao struggled to get up, Ziying's tears fell from her eyes, and then she hurriedly helped her lie down, shook her head at her and said, "Sister, don't move, it's cold outside, and the house is warmer..."

After a while, Yang Xi came into the house with red eyes, and still held a bowl of tonic soup in his hand, "Madam, this is the tonic soup that the old lady ordered me to bring, saying that it was cold, so that Madame could warm her stomach..."

Fu Lianzhao heard that he was about to get up again, but Yang Xi hurriedly said, "Madame is resting, although the little master is angry, the old lady is not used to him messing around, and now she doesn't pick Madame's reasoning..."

In the festive and noisy sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers, the maidservant carefully carried Zheng Xiaoqiao into the door of the house, the courtyard was crowded, laughter and congratulations came one after another, the heaven and earth were high, the cave room was full of candles, but there were a few joys and a few sorrows.