Chunyan shook her hand and sighed: "The slave is also very melancholy. The slave has been with her son since she was five years old. Originally, I thought that my grandmother would come in and serve my grandmother. Who would have thought that not long after grandma went out, someone came to pass on the will of the lady and said that grandma said that there were too many people in the yard and that she would send me and Mama Yang to work in the public middle school. I wanted to leave after giving my son, but my son was asleep at that time, and the people who came were red-eyed, and immediately forced the slave and grandmother Yang to leave. Later, I found out that it was the second wife. ”

Xiuniang sighed: "I just entered this door, and I haven't figured anything out yet." Besides, my identity, what can I use to refute my wife? I've wronged you. ”

Chunyan was gloomy, and sighed after a while: "The slave didn't suffer any big grievances, but Mama Yang suffered a lot." Everywhere we go, we are watched. I was afraid of causing trouble to my son, and I didn't dare to come to visit my son. Later, I heard that under the care of his grandmother, Childe's health has improved greatly. I don't have to. It's just that I didn't expect to be able to return to my son's side again, and live up to the entrustment of my first wife. ”

Xiuniang already knew that Yunsheng was born to Du Houzai's first wife, Ling. This Mrs. Ling is also from a family of poets, and it is said that she is also dignified and beautiful. It's a pity that he and Du Houzai have been married for eight years, and when Yunsheng was six years old, he died due to dystocia. Two months later Tsai entered the door.

When the girl next to her went out with water, Chunyan leaned down and whispered in Xiuniang's ear: "Mama Yang said, please grandma have a meal and wait for her in the study." She had a few words that she wanted to say privately to her grandmother. ”

Xiuniang was startled, and was about to ask her, but Chunyan straightened up and said with a smile: "Listening to the son, it seems that he is awake, and the slave maid goes in to take a look." ”

When I saw Mama Yang in the study, I saw her standing in front of the desk, rubbing an old painting with her hand.

Seeing her come in alone, he nodded, and said, "This is a portrait of Mrs. Xianling, please take a look at grandma." ”

Xiuniang was suspicious and reached out to take it. I saw a beautiful woman painted on the yellowed scroll, holding a jade Ruyi, looking at her with a smile on the painting. The face is like a full moon, the eyebrows are delicate, and Yunsheng is like seven or eight out of ten.

Mama Yang sighed: "The slave maid has been with Mrs. Xianling since she was a child, and she has been married and given birth until she died. She used to be one of the best ladies in the capital. At that time, although the Ling family was a family of poets, the past dynasties were also in charge of the household department, and there were many scholars and officials. Grandma's father, Shen Jichang, Lord Shen, used to frequent the Ling Mansion. ”

Xiu Niang's heart jumped suddenly.

Mama Yang looked at her face and sighed: "Officialdom is impermanent. Eighteen years ago, Master Ling had a premonition that something big would happen, but his beloved daughter hadn't gotten married yet. At that time, although the official position of the grandfather was not low, the second master was already the head of Guanglu Temple, but he was not a good match in the heart of Master Ling. It's a pity that Mrs. Ling was fascinated by the second master who didn't know what means to use, so he didn't marry. Moreover, there was no suitable candidate at that time, so Master Ling had no choice but to marry his daughter in a hurry. This is how he escaped the disaster. ”

Xiuniang looked at the portrait and said, "What happened to the Ling family later?" ”

Mama Yang said: "It's a long story. In the future, if there is time, the slave and maid will slowly tell the grandmother. I don't mean anything else now. Just let grandma see the portrait of Mrs. Ling. This is a self-portrait that she spent several months slowly painting before giving birth. said it was reserved for Childe. He also said that if the son marries a daughter-in-law, let the daughter-in-law also take a look. ”

Listening to this, and looking at the portrait, it is ominous. Xiuniang took a closer look, and the originally smiling face on this portrait felt a trace of hidden and deep indignation.

Mama Yang's eyes were full of tears, but at this time she reached out and took the portrait, and said: "This painting is very precious, and it is better for the mother-in-law to keep it on behalf of the grandmother." Please also ask grandma not to tell the second wife about this painting. After the second wife got started, there were fewer and fewer objects related to her mother's relatives around her son. The mother-in-law received this painting, and she also had a heart, hoping that in the future, the son would remember what his biological mother looked like. ”