Lu Yanning suddenly cheered up and told her mother in detail about the process of sending Su Linglong to Los Angeles this time. When she learned that her daughter originally wanted to wash away Song Fangfei's notoriety as an "ominous person", and then let the Yin Mansion take the initiative to send people back so that she could return to Beijing to discuss her relatives, Mrs. Lu nodded and said pertinently: "Well, this is the right reason." After all, it was too much for you to have to put such a black pot on someone's little lady back then. That kid, I still looked very well-behaved when I was a child. Yan Ning, you have to remember that since you have entered the door of the Song Mansion, Song Menglin is your heaven, and a mere stepdaughter will not affect your status in the Song Mansion. A woman cannot get along with her husband. Otherwise, even if your father is still alive, he will not be able to protect you. ”

Lu Yanning had a headache when she heard her mother recite this women's virtue scripture, but she knew that she couldn't distinguish it, so she had to go along against her will.

After a while, Mrs. Lu asked which people she chose for Song Fangfei, Lu Yanning said a few casually, and Mrs. Lu nodded and said, "Well, you have a heart." These families are not bad. When I was comfortable, I went to your house and talked to your mother-in-law to see what she thought. ”

When she came out of the joy house, Lu Yanning could breathe a sigh of relief, and she couldn't help but worry about her mother's rigidity. Before she could pass through the painting wall, she could hear the voice of Aunt Xue beside her mother behind her.

"Madam, this is what the old lady asked for for you in Yunyin Temple a few days ago, so that you can wear it on your body in the future, and I wish you a happy son as soon as possible."

Lu Yanning took the send-off bag, and a trace of gloom and anxiety flashed across her face. Son, son, son, son! Why is it that in the eyes of his mother and the world, his greatest value as a woman is to give birth to a son for her husband's family?

Besides, for Song Menglin, who didn't know how to be gentle and considerate at all, she couldn't wait for him to die on the battlefield and never come back, and when she thought of going back, she would try her best to please him, share a bed with him or even that ...... She wanted to die!

However, returning to reality, she married into the Song Mansion for ten years, and has only one daughter Song Jiaolan under her knees. Not to mention the fingers and fingers of the long-mouthed women outside, even the white eyes and ridicule of the old immortal mother-in-law in her own house, she was not less affected.

Holding the bag of children that her mother asked for her, Lu Yanning sat in the carriage and sighed very melancholy. Then when the car passed by Chibane Lane, she suddenly said, "Stop, I'll go to my brother's house and sit down." ”

Lu Yanning's brother-in-law is none other than General Huben Shi Nanqi. Now in the court, it is called the South Qi and the North Lin, and it is a military general on the same level as the mighty general Song Menglin. Lu Yanning has regarded him as a brother-in-law for more than ten years, and the time they have been together is longer than that of her husband Song Menglin.

Just when Lu Yanning went to Shifu as a guest, he pretended to be the maid Yun'er's tea, and at this time, he was struggling to help "Mrs. Lin", who was giving birth to lotus step by step, and walked on the steps of Yunyin Temple.

Seeing that his "madam" had been gluing his eyes to the pilgrims who came and went, Mingyan was afraid that he would make a frivolous Meng Lang move like before, so he hurriedly reminded: "Madam, the lady and grandmother of a good family, she never flatters people casually. Have you been quietly visiting the Qinglou by yourself lately? Why didn't you call me? ”

"Phew! Which dog did you see your master and I went to visit the Qinglou? Wouldn't that kind of place defile my noble and dusty Zhilan jade tree? Okay, don't talk nonsense, use a little strength on your hands, ouch, the embroidered shoes on my feet are small, and it hurts to get stuck in the meat......"

Ouch, hey, dare you buy shoes and don't try them on? How big are your feet, don't you have X in your heart?

Mingyan gritted her teeth and held on to the thick arm, and the tragedy and contempt in her heart gushed out together. But disdain is contempt, but the strength in his hand does not dare to loosen at all, because others don't know that although his master's martial arts are good, he is usually a complete lazy egg.

The normal style of painting in private is to be able to lie down and never stand, and to close your eyes and never open them.

In the end, with the support of Mingyan, "Mrs. Lin" finally climbed to the gate of Yunyin Temple step by step, and immediately took out a silk handkerchief and wiped her face with some gaffe, and said bitterly: "Oh, I'm really tired, I didn't expect it to be so easy to get incense." Yun'er, what about the Bodhisattva? Where is the Bodhisattva of the Sending Child? Hurry up and take me over and bow down. ”

Because the life experience of Mrs. Lin arranged by Xu Zhizhang this time was originally born from the marriage between a big food man who came to the Dasheng Dynasty to do business and a Dasheng woman, so it is not surprising that her bones are wide and her body is stronger.

Now that the Dasheng Dynasty has been prosperous for many years, it has been open to foreign domains for a long time, and there are many streets and alleys in the capital with such a half-hu bloodline, men, women and children, and the people have long turned a blind eye to it.

It's just that some people with identities will automatically exclude them when choosing a wife and son-in-law, after all, for the family, the non-family will have different hearts, and this concept is still deep-rooted and difficult to change.

At this time, Lu Zhaoming's shouting behavior did not seem so dazzling, but quickly attracted a monk to come and lead the way: "This lady, please go this way." ”

For two hours, Mingyan gritted his teeth and smiled with tears in his eyes, and stubbornly supported the master who was as heavy as a cow, and visited the entire Yunyin Temple, including the corners and corners of the tea garden in front of and behind the mountain!

However, no matter how the tall, beautiful and delicate Mrs. Lin kept sighing and expressing her childless resentment, from beginning to end, no one dared to come up and talk to her!

To put it simply, this incense on Yunyin Temple is indeed a journey of pure body and mind, solemn and quiet. Except for the smoke that tired into a dog, Lu Zhaoming grinded a string of blisters on each of his left and right feet, everything else was beautiful and harmonious!

After leaving the Yunyin Temple and descending the high steps of more than 300 steps, Lu Zhaoming finally sat on the small pier in front of his carriage regardless of his image, rubbed his eyebrows with one hand and the other, and muttered in great distress and frustration: "Could it be that I really thought wrong, there is no such case in the capital at all?" Or is the time wrong, and they want to pick the fifteenth day of the new year? Or - I'm just so unattractive that I can't even do such a thing as borrowing? ”

Mingyan was so tired that he was humming and panting, and now he straightened his legs, kept beating his sore and swollen arms and waist, and waved his hand again and again: "What, madam, where are you going to go next to put incense, can you please pick someone else to accompany you?" The slave maid ....... really can't do it, his physical strength is limited, and he can't accompany him. ”

When the master and servant said this, the coachman had already brought out the refreshments and water prepared earlier from the car for them to quench their thirst. Lu Zhaoming took a bag of hibiscus cake wrapped in oil wallpaper, broke a small bite and was about to put it in his mouth, when he saw a seven or eight-year-old little beggar running in front of him, although the clothes on his body were tattered, but a pair of eyes were very good, bright and hurried.

He glanced at the little beggar and handed him a bag of pastries in his hand.

"Take it and eat it!"

The little beggar took the snack, saluted him, and ran away as fast as he could.