Jingning Street, Jing'an City, in another Du Mansion opposite Du Mansion.

Ji Qingling walked for more than half an hour before he returned home. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Jun Xinlan lying on the soft couch in the hall.

Because Jun Xinlan did not recover after being punished with a cane, she still needed Aunt Sun from Du Mansion to come and help her apply medicine every day. lest Aunt Sun run away, Jun Xinlan hugged the bed and lay down on the soft couch in the hall.

"Ling'er ......"

I saw Ji Qingling with her head down, and she didn't greet her when she entered the door. She couldn't help but tremble, "What's wrong?" Ling'er. ”

"Mother!"

In front of Ji Qingge, blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, and there was a bloodthirsty cold light in her eyes. But she won't shed half a tear in front of Ji Qingge.

But as soon as he returned home, Ji Qingling unloaded his whole body. The uncontrollable grief, grievances and other complex emotions in her heart made her suddenly burst into tears in front of her mother.

"Mother, mother!"

"Ling'er."

Jun Xinlan stretched out her hand to wipe the teardrops for Ji Qingling, her heart was like a knife. Her daughter, she was reluctant to say half a word. But who was so bold and hurt her daughter?

"I heard Aunt Sun say that the daughter of your Uncle Du's family has already gone home. I'm looking forward to your return in a carriage and an early meal. But I look forward to it, I hope for it,...... What's wrong with you? Ling'er. ”

The trembling right hand gently swept the corners of Ji Qingling's red and swollen mouth, Jun Xinlan took out the medicinal wine left by Aunt Sun and gently wiped it for Ji Qingling.

only heard Ji Qingling's "hiss", and she burst into tears.

"Ling'er, my ...... O daughter, my heart! Jun Xinlan cried, "It's all my mother's life, so I brought you to this world and suffered with my mother." ”

"No, it's the daughter who is useless, and it's a shame for the mother."

Ji Qingling smiled self-deprecatingly, and stretched out his hand to point in the direction where Ji Mochen's grave was. said coldly, "Grandmother is right, she shouldn't have disliked the fool's father back then, let alone ......."

"Shouldn't it?"

For the mother-in-law she didn't know, Jun Xinlan didn't want to mention more. But she had to know about her daughter.

A flash of resentment flashed in her eyes, Jun Xinlan gritted her teeth and said, "Ling'er, could it be that you are injured...... Was it a fool's beating? ”

"Hmm."

Who but a fool can have such a deep hatred for her?

Ji Qingling nodded with difficulty and acquiesced.

"Ling'er, there are a lot of words, it's not good for my mother to mention it to you. But you've already gone to Yancheng to see your grandmother, and you've gone to your father's house to meet them.

In this way, my mother doesn't plan to hide anything from you anymore. ”

Ji Qingling had already guessed that her mother had never been waiting to see fools, as well as Xingyu's mother and daughter. It won't be as simple as just because the fool is the daughter of the Ji Mansion.

It should also be related to the parents of fools.

It's rare to hear her mother mention it, she thought, just listen to it. Now she has the ability to distinguish right from wrong. As long as it's not too bizarre, she can accept it.

"Ling'er, for my mother, I also listened to Aunt Sun of Du Mansion. The person your father likes has always been your eldest aunt Yan Xinying, that is, the fool's mother. ”

Jun Xinlan stretched out her finger and pointed to a small wooden box on the wooden table in the corner, and said in a deep voice, "Go, bring it to my mother, and my mother will show you something." ”

"Mother?"

That small wooden box is said to have been left by Yan Xinying before her death. Her father, Ji Mochu, went home and searched for it several times. She helped to find it, but she couldn't find it.

Now, I saw the small wooden box, which was placed upright on the wooden table.

"Mother, aren't you afraid that he will come back again?"

"It's so late, he doesn't accompany his little daughter-in-law?" Jun Xinlan smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "There are many things, and my mother has seen through it." No more fighting, no more grabbing, no more fighting. ”

Ji Qingling stood up, walked to the wooden table, and hesitated for a long time before moving the small wooden box in front of her mother's eyes. Whispered, "Give." ”

Jun Xinlan's trembling hand took out a key with a dark golden light from her sleeve and opened the small wooden box.

I saw a white silk handkerchief in the box, stacked square, as if it had been stored for a few days.

Ji Qingling looked at Si Pa with a puzzled expression, and was just about to ask, when she heard her mother say, "Open it." ”

She carefully picked up the silk handkerchief and spread it out, only to see that it was a portrait wrapped in the silk handkerchief.

The woman in the portrait is beautiful and dusty, like a flying fairy outside the sky.

Ji Qingge's appearance is very similar to the appearance of the woman in the portrait.

remembers that her grandmother said that Ji Qingge looks like her mother. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and Ji Qingling asked Jun Xinlan softly, "Mother, the woman on this portrait is Ji Qingge's mother-in-law, Yan Xinying?" ”

"Hmm."

Jun Xinlan nodded with difficulty, and said, "The fool is not as gentle as her mother, it is said that the daughter of Lord Ye Shilang on Jingning Street looks more like Yan Xinying." ”

“……”

Isn't that Master Mu?

Ji Qingling was puzzled.

I saw Jun Xinlan glaring angrily at Yan Xinying on the portrait. The strange color in her eyes was extremely complicated. With one point of sadness, two points of helplessness, three points of unwillingness, and four points of jealousy......

Jun Xinlan scolded

"Yan Xinying, you vicious mother-in-law raised by a dog. At the beginning, the old man of my family liked you, and when he was on an errand in the Yamen, he gave him half a roast chicken, and he had to quietly bring it back to the general's mansion and give it to you. ”

But as a famous lady, Yan Xinying will not be rare for a roast chicken. So Ji Mochu's love for her, she was not moved at all.

On the contrary, Jun Xinlan is herself, in the years after her marriage, let alone eating a roast chicken. Even if she dined with Ji Mochu, she was hungry for wine, and Ji Mochu wouldn't give her a sip.

Jun Xinlan is diligent and thrifty in order to keep her family. She is reluctant to eat meat on weekdays, and throughout the year, she eats the most pickles.

In the end, she was disgusted by the old man of her family. said that in addition to the shabby smell on her body, it was a copper smell.

"Your father said that he married me in the first place to pass on the lineage. Because your uncle unceremoniously kicked out your father after learning that he liked the fool and her mother.

At that time, your father was on an errand in the yamen, and he didn't have his own house.

As for me, I liked a scholar when I was young. He was handsome, white and pure, and his eyes were like stars in the sky. ”

When Jun Xinlan mentioned her deceased husband, the corners of her lips couldn't help but outline a bitter arc. "He can write poetry and paint."

It snowed in winter, and in order to buy me a cotton robe, he took his paintings and sold them in Jing'an City. There were many people passing by at that time, and there were many people to see, but they were willing to spend real money to buy it, but they didn't.

When I found him, he ...... I froze and fainted on the snow. ”

When he mentioned the old past, there was a heart-rending pain that was devouring Jun Xinlan's already unhealed body.

The sick and weak scholar who couldn't even afford a bucket of water, but he was willing to drag her sick body to sell paintings in Jing'an City in order to make her dress warmer......

Although she failed to sell the painting and failed to exchange it for a cotton coat, Jun Xinlan was still content.

"After looking for him, I carried him on my back and walked back. He's so skinny, I can't even move it. On weekdays, whether it's sunny or rainy, or even snowy, I am reluctant to let him carry water.

Laundry and cooking are even more reluctant to let him do chores.

He painted portraits of his mother, wrote poems, and read love poems to his mother.

Except that he was unlucky and didn't get famous, he ...... He is an impeccable person. ”