Chapter Eighty-Seven: Mother's Kindness and Son's Filial Piety

After reading this letter, He Ningxin showed a shocked expression on her face for the first time.

Jian Feiyang was originally full of worries, but when he saw He Ningxin's appearance, he was in a better mood.

"What? You're surprised, right? 56 There are a lot of words in the library" Jian Feiyang said with a smile, and walked into the clean room alone to take a bath and change clothes.

He Ningxin held the letter in her hand, sat on the couch under the south window, read and read again, and finally couldn't help crying.

Jian Feiyang came out of the clean room, the black hair on his head was wet, and he held a big snow-white towel and kept wiping it.

He Ningxin caught a glimpse of Jian Feiyang coming out, wiped away her tears, stood up and said, "You sit down, I'll wipe it for you." As he spoke, he placed the letter on the four-legged square table on the couch, and walked over to take the towel from Jian Feiyang's hand.

Jian Feiyang obediently sat on the circle chair where He Ningxin often sits, closed his eyes, raised his head, and let He Ningxin take a towel and gently twist his wet hair on his head.

The two were silent for a while before Jian Feiyang spoke: "My father really doesn't know how to think about it, he knows that my mother is sick, how can he just leave like this?" - Just tell me. ”

He Ningxin smiled. She empathizes with the mood and approach of Jian Shihong, the old town prince. - Just like when she was still Pei Shufan, she was reluctant to give up her two children, but she still couldn't earn her life. Even before he died, he wanted to take care of everything properly. But the plan couldn't catch up with the changes, or before she arranged everything, Pei Shufan passed away.

They are just ordinary people, not immortals. People's hearts are unpredictable, the world is unpredictable, and no one can do everything.

"Don't complain about your father. How old were you then? Your father didn't even tell you about your mother's illness, so how could he suddenly entrust you with such an important matter? Besides, just this short suicide note, there are so many things involved in it, who knows what happened at that time? What happened later to interrupt your father's good arrangements? He Ningxin comforted softly. She has always had a bit of special respect for Jian Shihong, the old town prince who can "give advice", and like Jian Feiyang, she didn't want to believe that kind of unbearable truth before.

Although this suicide note is short, it at least makes the big things clear.

Jian Feiyang pursed his lips and said nothing.

He Ningxin turned her head and glanced at Jian Feiyang, seeing that the expression on his face seemed to be a little more relaxed, not as calm and depressed as just now, so she continued to persuade: "This letter from your father is written to your mother. And judging by the letter, your mother's illness is about to be cured. Have you ever thought that your father thought that your mother was about to recover from her illness and that she would be able to come out again to preside over the feed-in and protect your family, so he made this decision? ”

Jian Feiyang had already read the letter thousands and hundreds of times, and he had already memorized it backwards. Hearing this, he immediately remembered those sentences, "Recently, Guanru has been sane and clear, and his eyes are thinking from time to time, and he is ......about to wake up", and immediately opened his eyes and said: "Do you think my mother was almost sick at that time?" ”

He Ningxin nodded, put the towel aside, put Jian Feiyang's half-dried hair in a bun on the top of his head, put a green jade crown on him, fixed his hair, and said, "Judging from the letter, your father said so." "As for why he didn't get better, or why he got sick again after he got better, I don't know what the reason was.

"Think about the ins and outs of this matter," He Ningxin sat down opposite Jian Feiyang and began to sort out this matter with him. "At first, you thought you were the eldest son. The reason is that for as long as you can remember, you have not been close to your mother-in-law. ”

Jian Feiyang thought for a moment and said, "I really can't remember anything when I was very young, but I just remember a vague shadow. As long as I can remember, I was already living alone in a courtyard, when I was only four or five years old. My dad was very kind to me, he always took me with him and rarely went to my mother's ...... The woman's yard. ”

He Ningxin said with a smile: "When I was three or four years old, few people remember it clearly, you can have a vague impression, no." ”

Jian Feiyang smiled reluctantly, that memory didn't seem to be such a beautiful thing, if you don't remember, you can't remember.

He Ningxin said again: "Your father's letter has made it very clear that your mother was sick when she gave birth to your second brother, and at that time, you were only three or four years old, so you only had a vague and general impression of what happened before. After your mother fell ill, in order to prevent Pang Guifei from taking the opportunity to let him marry Pang Guifei's sister, he chose the plan of 'Li Dai Taozhuang', so that a maid who was no longer able to have children, but was very similar to your mother, took your mother's place and became the Duchess of Zhenguo Mansion. ”

Jian Feiyang sighed and said a little depressedly: "Do you say that Concubine Pang Guifei is not in line with our family?" - Why do you have to live with our family? After saying that, he felt that he had asked an idiotic question, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

He Ningxin also smiled and said, "If Concubine Pang wants to take the position, of course she has to win over people from all walks of life. - It was also because of Emperor Longqing's favor that she dared to be so unscrupulous. "If it is the current Emperor Hongxuan, it is enough to enter the cold palace immediately, He Ningxin silently added in her heart.

In recent years, since Emperor Hongxuan ascended the throne, the government of the Great Qi Dynasty has become more and more improving. Although natural disasters in various places are still continuing, they are gone, and the lives of ordinary people are not so sad. ——He Ningxin was once again convinced that Pei Shufan's choice back then was correct.

Big fzagnggfbl has something to do and something not to do. It's the same with little women, what a man can do, a woman can do. What a man can't do, a woman can do, like having a baby. So there is really nothing for women to feel inferior and feel that they are inherently inferior to men.

Jian Feiyang waited for a long time, didn't hear He Ningxin speak, looked up at her, saw the smile on the corner of her mouth, and the appearance of the wandering object, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she shook her hand in front of her eyes, and said, "It's still alive, Master ...... Advisor."

He Ningxin was slightly startled, and raised her eyes to see Jian Feiyang's serious face, but she couldn't hide the banter in his eyes, and couldn't help but sneer: "Scare me again, ignore you......" actually showed a rare coquettish scoundrel.

Jian Feiyang smiled slightly, took He Ningxin's words, and said, "So at that time, our generals in the house either beat or sold all the children of the previous family, and disposed of them. First, it should be what my father said in the letter, to 'get rid of the thief', probably Lu Ying's adulterer. Second, it also wiped out some of the subordinates who knew that something had happened......"

He Ningxin nodded in agreement and said, "There is such a big thing in the inner courtyard, it is obvious that someone is doing it. Your mother had just given birth at the time, and I don't know if she was still in confinement, and she was a little lacking in energy to take care of the house. - Speaking of which, there are still some places that can't be connected, and I don't know when I will be able to solve my doubts. ”

These words reminded Jian Feiyang, and he hurriedly asked, "Mama Lu...... How is my mother now? "I was a little nervous. After all, at that time, Doctor Song was saying that he could only live for more than a month.

He Ningxin smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm much more sober." It's just that he hasn't kept up with the current journey, and he is still living in his past. After thinking about it, He Ningxin still confessed: "Doctor Song is prescribing a good prescription, and I asked someone to buy good medicine, although it can't be cured all at once, but take your time, as long as it is like a day, there is hope." These words were said by Song Yizheng. The elixir in He Ningxin Sumeru's blessed land is really better than ordinary medicine, but it is still a symptom but not a cure.

Song Yizheng said that Mama Lu still has unresolved knots, so she refuses to face reality, isolates herself from the world, and refuses to communicate with people outside.

In the past month or so, if it weren't for He Ningxin's elixir, Mama Lu would have died.

Jian Feiyang looked at He Ningxin gratefully, got up and shook her hand, and said, "Let's go and see it together...... Mother. ”

He Ningxin nodded, and said in a low voice: "After you left, Lu Ying made trouble a few times, I was worried about the big basket, so I completely sealed her yard, only saying that she was sick, and let Doctor Song prescribe a prescription here, and it would be good to deal with the scene when the time came." "Lu Ying is the fake old lady Jane.

Jian Feiyang sneered and said, "She has been sick for a long time, and she has been very sick since she kept my father on her lips. ”

He Ningxin also smiled.

Lu Ying did have some hypothetical origins. Those who lie and lie that they have deceived themselves are a little hypothetical. If you are sick, you must be cured. Avoiding medical treatment will only get sicker and sicker.

Originally, He Ningxin thought that what Lu Ying said about the past with Jian Shihong, the old town prince, was true, but now after reading the letter from the old town country, she felt that those things were just a story carefully made up by a woman who was extremely eager but had never gotten it. - Maybe it's not exactly made up, but she just puts everything that happens to others on herself.

Jian Feiyang helped He Ningxin also put on a thin coat, and the two of them went out of the inner room one after the other and went outside the house.

The maid who was waiting outside hurriedly took the things out of the house, followed the two of them, and walked to the small courtyard in the southeast corner of the back garden.

He Ningxin walked with Jian Feiyang in front and said, "This month, Yi'er and Qianqian have also come over often. I once took them to talk to my mother, and my mother was very interested in Yi'er and said a few words to him. "It's extremely rare for someone who is so sick that they don't even know their nearest and dearest.

The "mother" in He Ningxin's mouth now is, of course, the real old lady Lu Yizhao in the back garden, not Lu Ying's impostor.

Jian Feiyang was also very happy, tilted his head and asked, "Really?" ”

He Ningxin nodded hurriedly and said, "Later, every time Yi'er and Qianqian came over, I took them to see my mother and talk to my mother. As soon as the mother saw Yi'er, she pursed her lips and looked at Jian Feiyang, "so she called him 'Yang'er', and told him not to be naughty and not to climb the rockery." He also said how he had grown so tall, and he was afraid that you would not have enough clothes to wear, so he wanted to make clothes for you. ”

When Jian Feiyang heard this, his heart was bitter and happy, and he muttered: "In my mother's heart, I have probably always been that three or four-year-old child. ”

He Ningxin's eyes were also a little wet, and she hurriedly said: "Actually, it's okay, the days that followed were so difficult, it's good that she doesn't remember." ”

The two of them talked and came to the small courtyard in the southeast corner of the back garden.

He Ningxin sent Fufeng to bring a few careful and capable mothers-in-law over to take care of the real old lady Lu Yizhao, and sent the deaf and dumb mothers-in-law who used to take care of Lu Yizhao to serve the fake old lady Lu Ying.

Seeing that Grandpa Guo and his wife came over, the people in Lu Yizhao's courtyard hurriedly came over to salute them.

Fu Feng even smiled at He Ningxin and Jian Feiyang: "Mama Lu is in a good mood today, and she is tailoring clothes inside." - The slave really didn't know that Mama Lu's embroidery was so good. Miss Lu and Miss Zheng are both studying art in it."

He Ningxin turned her head and explained to Jian Feiyang: "This month, my cousin and Sister Zheng came to accompany Mama Lu when they were free. Although Mama Lu didn't talk to them, she didn't dislike them. When they were around, Mama Lu's expression was much calmer. "Lu Zhenxian's illness has long been cured, and she has returned home from the Zhuangzi outside.

He Ningxin only told Lu Zhenxian about this matter. No one else in the house knew what was going on.

Although Lu Zhenxian was surprised, she was more delighted. She has always taken good care of Mama Lu, and Mama Lu is more familiar with her. With familiar people by her side, Mama Lu's illness should get better faster.

Jian Feiyang nodded to Fufeng, and then entered the bright and dark room where Mama Lu lived with He Ningxin.

I saw that in the middle of the room outside, there was a long case. On the table are some silk satin, royal blue, crow blue, bright red, lake green, jade white, colorful.

Mama Lu was holding a large pair of scissors and was standing in front of the long case, bowing her head to cut the fabric. On the other side of the room there was an embroidery stand, and on the embroidery shed supported by the embroidery frame, there was an unfinished embroidery work.

Lu Zhenxian and Zheng E stood aside with bated breath and looked at Mama Lu carefully.

After cutting the fabric, Mama Lu made two more gestures, then took the two pieces of cloth to the chair next to her and sat down, took the needle and thread out of the needle and thread basket on the table, and began to fly the needles and threads, and sew up the clothes.

He Ningxin and Jian Feiyang walked in, and Lu Zhenxian and Zheng E hurriedly came over to salute. Mama Lu turned a blind eye to everyone in the room, just doing her own thing, as if she was the only one in the whole room.

Jian Feiyang's eyes were a little sour, and he looked at Mama Lu sitting on the chair over there, lowering her head, revealing a neatly tied bun behind her head. Her hair is gray, lined with her flying needles, her green tendons are exposed, and her hands like withered branches are like a drooping old woman.

When Lu Zhenxian saw Jian Feiyang's appearance, she knew that he was uncomfortable, so she hurriedly pulled Zheng E over and said to He Ningxin: "Sister-in-law, # We've been here for a while. It's noon, I'm a little hungry, and I want to eat some lunch. What do you want to eat? - I'm going to get the kitchen to do it. There is also Mama Lu, who will eat some fine porridge at noon. I don't know if Mama Lu still has the impression of being in her ancestral hometown of Wanzhou, she always only drinks half of the porridge and hides the remaining half, saying that she wants to eat it for others.

He Ningxin felt sorry in her heart, nodded, and said, "I'm tired of my cousin and sister Zheng." ”

Lu Zhenxian and Zheng E hurriedly returned the salute and said, "Don't bother." The two went out to eat, leaving the house to He Ningxin, Jian Feiyang and Mama Lu.

Jian Feiyang tried to call "Niang" softly, but Mama Lu's hand shook, raised her head, and looked into the room with blank eyes. His eyes swept over He Ningxin and Jian Feiyang, and when he didn't see them, he lowered his head and continued to make small clothes.

He Ningxin was about to speak, when Jian Feizhen rushed in from outside the house like a gust of wind, pointed at Jian Feiyang, pointed at He Ningxin and said sharply, "Big brother, you're back." - Ask your daughter-in-law, what have you done? Ask her how long she is going to lock up my mother."

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