Sitting in the car was Dingyuan's wife, the mother of the Mo family.

Yes, it was not only his father who could mobilize the garrison guards. Her mother, the righteous daughter of the late Empress Dowager, and the daughter of the Qin clan with heavy troops, such a noble woman, it is difficult to find a second one in this world except for the current Empress Dowager.

The woman was dressed in a dark crimson splendid dress, her head was decorated with a hairpin, and on her slender wrist, there was a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads, which was incompatible with this rich dress. Although she is already a mother of two children, she still has a stunning appearance at a glance, only some small lines at the corners of her eyes, which secretly reveal her true age.

Her voice was not high, but she was not angry: "Enough trouble, go home with your mother before your father comes to you himself." ”

Shaoyuan listened to her words, changed his manic nature, silently picked up his robe, and climbed into the carriage.

He sat down beside the woman, his head hanging and not saying a word.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely silent, neither of them said a word, and an incense burner was placed on the table, which was burning with Buddha incense.

Halfway through, Shaoyuan hung his head on his mother's knees and said in a muffled voice: "Mother, I forced Shaowei away." Usually I always find trouble with her, and I always say bad things about her in front of Xiao Yan, and laugh at her for Xiao Yan's withdrawal, but I ...... I didn't want to hurt her. ”

He just can't see her being close to others, and he can't see anyone else treating her well. Grandfather can't, and neither can Xiao Yan. He didn't want her to get married, and even thought that if she got married, then she might as well die. However, she was really punished by her father, and when her life hung by a thread, he was reluctant to let her die.

It was his only sister.

The woman stroked his head, and her voice was very cold: "Since she left the Mo family, the Mo family does not have this daughter." Whether she lives or dies, it's her life. ”

Shaoyuan's body trembled heavily, got up from her lap, and looked at her in disbelief: "Mother, even you said that?" ”

He had a stomach to say, but when he saw the woman's unwavering eyes, he couldn't say anything.

The woman in front of her is so noble, so dignified, the years have not left a mark on her face, as if it has never left any trace on her heart. She is not anyone's wife, nor anyone's mother, she is still the noble and respected daughter of the Qin family.

He was no longer close to her, and said angrily: "She is Shaowei, my sister, and she has no other life." ”

Under the escort of the cavalry of the garrison guard, the wheels went all the way north, through Hangzhou Mansion, towards the official road.

Qin Duyu pulled the curtain open and stopped outside the car.

This street goes further in, and after two streets, it is Yang Chengwan's mansion.

The carriage in which she rode would soon leave the street behind, she would lower the curtain, she would swallow the word "stop" that had reached her throat forever, and she would behave like a hard-hearted mother, as if she had never married, nor had she ever had a daughter whom she had abandoned.

As soon as Shen Hanxi's carriage walked to Yang's mansion, he received a post, which was the news he had been waiting for for the past few days. The mute was sent to the Zhou Mansion to deliver the letter, while Song Ran accompanied the Wen family to wander around the garden. She had broken her foot and could only walk slowly. Suddenly, a brocade man came up to her and stopped in front of her: "Miss Song, please accompany him to meet someone." ”

Song Ran's eyelids jumped: "Now?" ”

The brocade man said, "Now." ”

Song Ran didn't know what Shen Hanxi's idea was, but he couldn't shirk it, so he had to say sorry to Wen and let him go.

Wen stopped her and said, "Accompany the adult to meet the guest, you can't dress so plainly, bother the adult and wait, I'll take Miss Song to change her clothes." ”

Song Ran wanted to say that he didn't pay so much attention, but he couldn't hinder Wen's enthusiasm. The brocade man knew that women were more particular than men when they went out, so he waited silently outside the door.

Wen pressed her in front of the dressing mirror, picked up her jet-black hair, and said with envy in his tone: "Such good hair, if it is not well managed, it will be wasted." When she was a child, she often wore her sisters in the family, and she didn't practice for a long time, so she was a little rusty, but the bun she combed out was still of a very high standard. Looking at the lovely appearance in the mirror, she nodded with satisfaction, and picked up the pearl to decorate her in her hair.

Seeing that she was a little distracted in the mirror, Wen couldn't help asking, "Miss Song, what are you thinking?" ”

She narrowed her eyes, and there was a lonely smile on her lips: "I'm thinking about my mother." ”

Wen smiled and said, "Does Ling Tang often tie your hair?" ”

She fiddled with a magnolia hairpin for a long time before she whispered, "The last time I saw my mother was when I was six years old. Now, I can't remember my mother's appearance. ”

Wen only thought that she was without a mother, and looked at her with love and pity for a while.

Shen Hanxi was still waiting in the carriage, and he didn't want to dress up much, so he only tied his hair in a bun, swept his eyebrows lightly, and changed into a coat. Fortunately, she has a good foundation, and she usually doesn't pay attention to dressing, and she often makes people look at it twice, but now she is even more delicate and lovely after a simple modification.

Even the brocade man who was waiting outside the door accidentally showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

Wen looked at her departing back and sighed softly. The hand gently stroked his lower abdomen, and he thought bitterly, if the child in the womb was still there, maybe he would be a well-behaved and intelligent daughter. It's a pity that this child has no fate with her.

Song Ran was used to being low-key, and he was unaware of the fact that he was back in this splendid shirt, slightly at ease. Fortunately, Shen Hanxi was still in a cold war with her, and he didn't look at her much since she sat in.

She couldn't help but wonder: "My lord, where are we going and who are we seeing?" ”

The one said absent-mindedly, "I'll know when I arrive." ”

When she saw him selling off, she put away her curiosity, and in order to pass the long distance, she had to play with her sleeves.

Shen Hanxi glanced at her and saw that she had combed her hair high, and her neck was even more slender, and the skin around her neck was delicate and white, like fine snow. He thought to himself slightly, how could he fall in love with her, and how long would she have to be consumed alive from today?

As the saying goes, everyone has their own destiny. Maybe it was because he did all the bad things that he met a person like her who doesn't rub sand in his eyes. He was the grain of sand, and he deserved to be tortured by her. Probably she grinded him to the point that there was nothing left, and his debts were paid off. But at that time, dust will return to dust, and what fun will he have in this life.

He glanced at her, and suddenly spoke: "Miss Song seems to be very bored, can this official talk about some past events and relieve Miss Song's boredom?" ”

He wanted to speak, but naturally she couldn't stop it. Seeing her nod in agreement, he opened his mouth in an elegant tone. When he opened his mouth, it was fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago, he was still the adopted son of Gu Linsheng, who was still living in Yaozhou at that time, lurking in the depths like a dragon, living the life of a hermit. Although there were many powerful people to make friends and win over, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to enter the WTO, and kept waiting for the opportunity until he met the second prince of the year, which was later Emperor Yongrui......

"At that time, there were many children like me around my father-in-law, or the sons of sinners, or abandoned by our parents, and my father-in-law gave us a bite to eat and raised us, which can be regarded as the grace of regeneration."

Song Ran thought that Gu Lin was born to him, and it should be a secretive topic, but he didn't expect him to say it to her so lightly.

Gu Linsheng's three words also have a secret meaning for her.

She had a premonition in her dark that she wanted to explore her life experience, and she couldn't avoid these three words.

She restrained the restlessness in her heart, tried her best not to listen, and listened to him.

He took a sip of tea and said, "People in this world will more or less have their own habits. Some people like to collect antiques, some people like to collect calligraphy and paintings, and my father-in-law also likes to collect, and the children in the house are his collections. Moreover, he likes to polish the objects in his collection. There are always objects that do not suit his heart, so he does everything possible to polish them into the shape he wants, and those that are not finished no matter how carefully they are carved......"

He lowered his eyes and said no more, the coldness of the corners of his eyes revealing his emotions.

He narrowed his gaze and resumed his leisure: "When my father-in-law saw the second prince, it was like seeing the flawless piece of jade in his mind. So, he made up his mind to help the person he fancied and seize the throne. ”

Song Ran listened attentively, she knew that Emperor Yongrui was able to seize the throne thanks to Gu Linsheng, but she didn't expect that in Shen Hanxi's mouth, she would hear such a description. She didn't know if what he said was true or not, but from what he said, she always felt that Gu Xiang, who everyone preached, was not as flawless as she thought.

Shen Hanxi suddenly looked at her: "Miss Song guesses, in the heart of her father-in-law, what kind of object should this official be?" ”

Song Ran said: "How is the adult an object." My lord...... It's an adult. ”

He raised his eyebrows and said, "In the eyes of my father-in-law, this official should be a perfect sword. His voice was long, as if he was recalling, "This official is thirteen, no, when he was twelve years old, he began to kill people. ”

Song Ran was stunned.

Next, I listened to him talk about the murderous past in those years, and the process was thrilling, but his understatement and full elegance made Song Ran listen to it a little fascinating.

"I remember one time, the official was ordered to chase and kill a person, and the official was seriously injured after a long journey. On the way back, the official took the human head and passed by a Buddhist temple, and because of his dry mouth, he asked the Zen master there for a sip of water to drink. ”

His voice was leisurely, and his tone was careless.

Song Ran's hand paused, and finally he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at him.

With a killing karma, going to the Zen temple to beg for water to drink really seems to be something he can do.

There was a faint smile in his eyes: "Miss Song, if you were that Zen master, would you give this bowl of water to this official?" ”

She was overwhelmed by the question, not knowing how to answer it. She imagined that in the pure place of Buddhism, a young man covered in blood, with a human head, came to beg for water to drink......

She shook her head honestly, "I guess, I'll ask you to beg for water elsewhere." ”

He was not angry at her words, and added another condition: "But if there is no such glass of water, the official will die?" ”

She paused again, as if she was fighting against the principles in her heart, and after a long time, she said, "If there is no such cup of water, the adult will die, and I will give this cup of water to the adult." ”

"If you give it to this official, you won't have a troubled conscience?"

"If I give it to an adult, I will have a troubled conscience, and if I don't give it to an adult, I will also have a troubled conscience. But if my conscience is disturbed and I can save the life of an adult, then I will be uneasy. ”

The smile in his eyes was a little thicker, but the bottom of his eyes was still cold: "However, sometimes you don't know what this glass of water means to this official. In other words, your compassion is based on knowing that the Ruler will die. What is the difference between such compassion and hypocrisy? ”

She was silent for his words, and then said for a long time: "My lord, you are playing a trick for me." Then he asked him softly, "And then, did the Zen master give you this glass of water?" ”