"Why are you so quiet today?" Bing Wan looked at Jing Ning, who was sullen on the swing.

"The script you gave me is really a very sad story." She sighed, feeling sorry for the story in the book.

"Would you like to tell me about it, maybe it will make you feel better." Bing Wan is different from others, he will not laugh at Jing Ning for being uncomfortable because of a story, he will only find a way to make her happy.

"The story is that a girl was rescued by others since she was a child, and she fell in love with the person who saved herself and raised herself, and the man has not been able to accept this relationship and avoided it everywhere, until one day, someone proposed to the girl, and the girl thought that it was the man who gave her the family affair, and she was disheartened and married."

She watched his distracted expression and continued.

"The day before the wedding, the man found the girl, he finally found that he could not hide his feelings, and decided to take her out of the city, the carriage of the two ran up the mountain, but the horse was frightened and fell off the cliff, and when the girl woke up, she found that she was back in the place where the man when she was a child and rescued her."

"Are you listening?" Bing Wan's expression was still scorching.

"I'm here, and then what?" He asked softly.

"No then, girls remember everything about men, and they know the future of men and themselves, and it's very uncomfortable to think about it."

"What would you do if you were a girl?" Bing Wan's soft voice sounded, astringent, cold.

The surging sadness in his eyes made Jing Ning suffer, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that this was a dream made up of memories, and he was the only one left on the bed, and the general had gone out for morning exercises.

A kind of depression condensed in her chest, today is still a rainy day, Jing Ning sighed, maybe in her heart, her current situation is no different from the girl in the script.

"Madame, wake up, and see that it's raining outside." Lemon heard her voice and came in to serve.

"Where's the general?"

"The general is at the little master's, madam, your face is not good, isn't it comfortable?" Ling'er looked at the lady sitting on the bed, her face solemn.

"It's nothing, I'll go see You'er later, after all, I haven't seen him in the past two days."

"Yes, madam, I will take you in a moment, the list of your last servants has been listed, please take a look." Lemon placed the roster on the mahogany table.

"It's hard work, Mother An, they're not tired, you help me to give a few stewards a silver tael in my name, and tell them that Mrs. will reward you."

"Then ......" Ning'er promised, wanting to ask An's mother if she gave it, but she was embarrassed to ask.

"Give me the master, the right mind." Jing Ning rinsed her mouth and coldly mentioned it.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Not from the general's mansion, from my dowry, remember."

"Lemon remembers."

"Daddy, when will I see my little mother." You'er, the little group, threw himself into the general's arms, raised his head and raised his face, and asked curiously.

"Little mother?" The general was asked by You'er, and he was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

"Yes, everyone was busy two days ago, and Mama An didn't let me call her a little mother. You'er pursed her lips and complained unhappily.

"It's okay to call her whatever you want, don't be influenced by others. "Adults are always trying to influence and manipulate children, and that's not what they want to see.

"Then You'er understood, You'er wanted to see the little mother, and wanted the little lady to play with You'er. You'er was coquettish, waiting for her father to nod.

"I'll let you go when You'er is well. ＂

"Thank you, father. ＂

"Drink the medicine obediently, don't run! ＂