I closed my eyes slightly, and the sight of him made me feel even more uncomfortable.

"You go." Mrs. Zhao also hates Zhou Xuanling now.

"Auntie, I came today just to tell Xiaowan that even if Namu Qiye doesn't want her, I am willing to accept Xiaowan, marry her, and take good care of her." Zhou Xuanling looked at Mrs. Zhao and said with a serious face.

If Mrs. Zhao didn't know Zhou Xuanling's true face, she might be moved by Zhou Xuanling to cry bitterly, but now Mrs. Zhao also knows what kind of "thing" she raised, and instead of being moved, her eyes showed disgust for what Zhou Xuanling said.

Mrs. Zhao must know why Zhou Xuanling has to marry me, Zhao Jingwan is the only young lady in the Zhao family, and with Mrs. Zhao's support behind her, she naturally gets more than Zhao Meiyun.

Zhou Xuanling is not married to Zhao Jingwan, but power and money.

Mrs. Zhao understood this, so it was naturally impossible to agree, and besides, Zhou Xuanling killed Zhao Tianyu, and Master Zhao was still secretly taking back his rights in this matter.

This Zhou Xuanling will be "cool" sooner or later, and now, only he doesn't know.

"You give it to me?" Mrs. Zhao was pointing at Zhou Xuanling and wanted him to get out.

But I grabbed ahead of Mrs. Zhao and said: "Zhou Xuanling, if you do something for me, I may consider marrying you!" ”

"Xiaowan?" Mrs. Zhao looked at me in surprise.

I looked at Zhou Xuanling expressionlessly, Zhou Xuanling was stunned for a moment, and then a look of joy appeared on his face.

And patted his chest and assured me that no matter what happened, he would promise me.

"Go outside the city, Fuyuan Inn begged for a letter of resignation for me and Mu Qiye, telling Mu Qiye that you want to marry me." I looked at Zhou Xuanling and said word by word.

After Zhou Xuanling heard this, he immediately nodded: "Okay, Xiaowan, I will definitely do it for you, but is Mu Qiye still there?" ”

"Isn't it?" I finished and lowered my eyes.

They asked for my dowry, and I didn't ask about the whereabouts of the dowry, so I don't think they would leave easily.

"Then Xiaowan, you have a good rest, I'll go to Na Mu for you to rest the night." In Zhou Xuanling's voice, there was irrepressible joy.

Without saying goodbye to Mrs. Zhao, he left the house happily.

Mrs. Zhao looked at me and asked in a low voice, "Xiaowan, why are you doing this?" That Mu Qiye doesn't love you, you use this method, want Mu Qiye to care about you? It's impossible, he doesn't love you, even if other men say they want to marry you, he won't feel anything. ”

"Mother, where is the child?" I interrupted Mrs. Zhao and asked my son bluntly.

"A child who dies early can't enter the ancestral grave, your father will temporarily settle him in the Buddha hall, and after seven days, he will choose a place with good feng shui and bury him." As soon as Mrs. Zhao finished speaking, I immediately sat up with my uninjured hand.

"Hey, my mother knows, if you don't take a look, you won't be able to rest." Mrs. Zhao is also a mother, so she naturally understands the place of a child in a mother's heart.

Therefore, she did not force me to rest, but asked Xiangdong and a few other maids to come over to help me, while Mrs. Zhao put on a robe for me, afraid that I would catch a cold.

The temple was not far from the building where we lived, just next door, but I felt that it had taken all my strength to get there.

There were still a few monks chanting in the Buddhist hall, and my eyes immediately looked at the small white coffin in the Buddhist hall.

The small coffin was placed alone in the middle of the Buddhist hall, and I felt heartbroken just by looking at it.

"Open, I want to see him." I said to the maid next to me.

Xiangdong immediately looked at Mrs. Zhao, who nodded at her, and Xiangdong walked to the coffin and gently pushed it open.

I looked into the coffin and saw a very thin baby, red and with his eyes closed, curled up in a ball.

"Tianyi, it's not good to be a mother." As I spoke, tears burst the embankment in an instant, and my chest and mouth seemed to be pressed against a thousand pounds of boulder, and I was a little out of breath.

"Xiaowan, don't cry, now, you are still in Xiaoyue, how can it be good to cry and break your body?" After speaking, Mrs. Zhao shouted to the maid behind her, "What are you still doing in a daze?" Hurry up and help the young lady back to the room. ”

"Mother, I want to stay here for a while." My tears rolled down, and I said a word to Mrs. Zhao in an extremely choked voice.

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhao hesitated for a long time, and finally she nodded at me and motioned for the maids to go out.

"Two masters, you guys go out too, I want to accompany my son." I said to the two monks who were chanting.

The two monks got up, bowed down at me and said, "Amitabha, please also ask the donor to mourn." ”

I lowered my eyes and said nothing, and the two monks went out with the maids.

Mrs. Zhao stood on the side, with no intention of leaving, and when she saw me looking at her, Mrs. Zhao immediately said, "Xiaowan, my mother is quietly here with you." ”

"Mother, I beg you, let me stay alone with the child for a while." I looked at Mrs. Zhao and pleaded.

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she couldn't bear it, and at this time, she could only obey and quit the Buddhist hall.

I reached out a hand and lifted the child out of the coffin.

The child was smaller and lighter than I had imagined, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Little doll, sleep, my mother laughs with you in your dream, little doll, sleep, wake up and grow an inch taller?"

As I sang and sang, I whimpered, and squatted beside the little coffin with him in my arms, and there was a sharp pain in my broken arm, but it was not as painful as my heart.

"Tianyi, my mother is sorry for you." I whimpered, sat in the Buddha hall all night, and finally fainted from crying, and was carried out of the Buddha hall by Mrs. Zhao.

When I woke up, it was noon on the second day, and although the sun was shining through the window, I didn't feel alive.

"Xiaowan, are you awake?"

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Mrs. Zhao sitting on the side of the bed, holding a handkerchief in her hand and weeping silently.

"Mother, don't cry, I'm fine." I looked at Mrs. Zhao and wanted to smile at her reluctantly, but the flesh and skin on my face seemed to be stiff, and I couldn't laugh at all.

"Okay, my mother didn't cry, my mother didn't cry." Mrs. Zhao hurriedly turned her face sideways and wiped away all the tears on her face.

"Madam, the young master wants to see Miss."

Xiangdong came in from outside the door and reported to Mrs. Zhao.

"Let him go." Mrs. Zhao replied without hesitation.

And I immediately thought of yesterday, I asked Zhou Xuanling to ask me to leave the book for me, so I asked Xiangdong to invite Zhou Xuanling in.

Xiangdong glanced at Mrs. Zhao cautiously, Mrs. Zhao understood my thoughts, and also knew that I didn't really want to have anything to do with Zhou Xuanling, I just wanted to die.