Suddenly, as if he had been electrocuted, Ling Wushuang quickly withdrew his hand.

A pair of beautiful eyes, with endless coldness, looked directly at Jing Anhou, "This is my mother's kiss, I know it, don't you need to explain more?" ”

"Shuang'er, ...... you?" Jing Anhou's bloodshot tiger eyes were full of doubts, he had never shown the portrait of his wife to the concubine in front of him, how did she know? Is it judged only by the similarity of the two of them?

Why did his heart still ache faintly when he saw the coldness and alienation released in her gaze?

Do you regret it? Regret that you shouldn't have ignored the child in front of you for more than ten years? He regretted it, as early as when the child accused him of being a father, he regretted it! "Shuang'er, Daddy knows it's wrong, can you forgive Daddy?"

Forgive? What a ridiculous word? If she forgives him, can the deity not be looked down upon and cornered to find a short-term view? If she forgives him, can her mother not have to wander for many years? Xingyue Palace is good, but how lonely is a woman without the company of her beloved man?

Ling Wushuang's beautiful eyes were sour, his eyes were cold, he glared at Jing'an Hou angrily, and said sarcastically: "Great Hou Ye, do you think you deserve my forgiveness?" ”

Jing Anhou opened his mouth, the light in the tiger's eyes was very dim, and he said to Ling Wushuang in a difficult voice: "Shuang'er, in the days to come, Daddy will definitely compensate you well and make up for the debt to you over the years." And Daddy promised you that he would get your mother back as soon as possible. ”

"Find your mother, do you think you can? Compensate? What do you think you can compensate? Ling Wushuang sneered and asked Jing Anhou, "I'll tell you clearly today, you will never be able to compensate Ling Wushuang for anything?" ”

"Twin ......"

"Don't call me! Remember, you never pay her back! Ling Wushuang said, taking out the blood-stained paper from his sleeve that his mother asked her to hand over to Jing Anhou, "This is for you, take a look!" My mother said she forgave you. ”

Seeing the blood-stained paper handed over by Ling Wushuang, Jing Anhou's expression became nervous, and he had a particularly bad premonition. Unbeknownst to him, with this bad premonition, his heart became cramping again, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a bone-eroding pain. Waves of intense pain made Jing Anhou's outstretched hand tremble.

When he laboriously took the blood-stained paper, and when his eyes touched the Juanxiu handwriting on the paper, Jing Anhou cried, it was her, his Qing'er, who wrote it to him.

Unexpectedly, when Jing Anhou just read the paper, the moment the first line of words was written, he was in a hurry, and a mouthful of blood overflowed irrepressibly from his mouth.

Immediately after, his tall and straight body slumped heavily on the chair behind the bookcase.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it was true.

His youth, medical skills, and martial arts are not comparable to ordinary people, how could he be seriously injured in a good manner?

Holding back the bone-eroding pain in his heart, Jing Anhou struggled to pick up the paper that had just been loosened by his hand and fell onto the bookcase, and looked at it again.

"Shuang'er, that's not true, is it? Your mother didn't get hurt, did she? She's fine, right? For so many years, she has not forgiven her father, she has not ....... Does she want to use this method to get her father to divorce her? No, even if she doesn't return to her father for the rest of her life, her father won't abandon her! She will always be the master mother of this Hou Mansion, and she will always ......" Jing'an Hou's expression was full of pain, and his voice asked Ling Wushuang over and over again from strong to weak, seeing that Ling Wushuang did not answer, he had tears in his eyes, and said his thoughts that had not changed in his heart for many years.

The pain in Jing Anhou's expression, and the exhaustion in her body, Ling Wushuang could see it clearly, but her mouth still uncontrollably said something that was even more devastating to Jing Anhou, "My mother has gone, and her body has been cremated!" She said that her persistence may really be a fault for you, so she forgives you. If you want to take a few concubines in the future, you can do it as you like! ”

The latter sentence was added by Ling Wushuang herself, she just wanted to be angry with Jing Anhou, it was normal for a man in ancient times to have three wives and four concubines, but after marrying a good woman like her Ling Wushuang's mother, she didn't know how to cherish it, eating in the bowl and looking at the pot, she really deserved to be dumped!

Ling Wushuang's words really dealt a blow to Jing Anhou, and after he listened to Ling Wushuang's words, his qi and blood surged up and "poof" and spewed out two mouthfuls of blood onto the bookcase, a good picture scroll, so that the blood spurted out of his mouth was completely stained.

Ling Fang heard that something was wrong in the study, raised his hand to summon a guard, put the tray in his hand into the guard's hand, pushed open the door of the study, and walked in.

"Master Hou!" Looking at Jing Anhou, who was slumped on the chair with blood overflowing from his mouth, Ling Fang panicked.

"Ben, Ben is fine, get out!" Marquis Jing'an waved his hand at Ling Fang and ordered him to retreat.

Glancing at the bloodstains on the picture scroll, Ling Fang knelt on one knee, hugged his fists and said, "Master Hou, let the slave go to the imperial doctor for you!" ”

Without Jing'anhou's order and waist card, Ling Fang could not invite the imperial doctor from the Tai Hospital to come to the Hou Mansion for medical treatment.

"Stand down."

Jing Anhou gasped and ordered Ling Fang to exit the study again.

Grabbing Jing Anhou's wrist hanging on the arm of the chair, Ling Wushuang gave it a pulse, then looked at Ling Fang and said, "Don't worry, your master won't be able to die for a while." ”

Angry people to death is not what she wants. Anyway, this man is also the biological father of the deity, and it is her mommy's husband in this other world.

Putting down Jing Anhou's hand, Ling Wushuang's figure retreated to the position where she was standing just now, "Tomorrow, I will get married, I heard that your good concubine has prepared a dowry for me." I don't have to give me the dowry, before I leave the Hou Mansion, just send 100,000 taels of silver tickets to Meiyuan. Otherwise, I don't know what I'd do! ”

Walking freely to the door of the study, Ling Wushuang turned his head and added to Jing'an Hou: "Remember, if I can seek death once, I can find death a second time, if you want the entire Hou Mansion to bury me, just forget what I said!" ”

"Shuang'er ......" Jing Anhou supported the bookcase with both arms, stood up with difficulty, and called Ling Wushuang. How could Ling Wushuang's figure flash, and immediately disappeared at the door of the study.

Do you want the Hou Mansion to be rich? Then let's pay for it! Because this is what you owe to the deity, not to mention a mere 100,000 taels of silver tickets, how can it be worth a living life of the deity?

The corners of Ling Wushuang's lips were hooked, and he sat down in the wheelchair with a calm expression.

Since her eyes didn't look at the face of the four shadows, she didn't know that the four shadows looked at her with an indescribable stunnedness.

When he returned to Mei Yuan, before Ling Wushuang got up from the wheelchair, Qingying exclaimed, "Miss, you just walked out of the Hou Ye's study, didn't you notice any difference in yourself?" ”

"Different?" Ling Wushuang looked at Qingying in puzzlement, and then swept his eyes to the other three shadows, "Miss, what's the difference between me, what are you talking about?" ”

The faint banter in Ling Wushuang's voice made Qingying stomp his feet in a hurry, and said, "Miss, you walked normally just now, and you scared a few slaves to death!" ”

"Hehe, I thought it was a big deal!" Ling Wushuang chuckled, got up and said, "I know, we're going to leave here tomorrow, Miss, I want to give them a big gift, can't you?" ”

Speaking of which, when Ling Wushuang walked out of Jing'anhou's study, whether the footsteps were normal or different shades, Jing'anhou and Ling Fang didn't notice it.

"Miss is so bad, I didn't say a word to the slaves and maids in advance, I really scared the slaves to death just now!" Qing Ying stroked his little liver with his hand, pouted, and said to Ling Wushuang with a scared expression.

The three Snow Shadows also touched their chests with their hands, making a look of fear.

"Are you four girls quadruplets?"

Ling Wushuang saw that the expressions of the four shadows were the same, and the movements were the same, and he played treasure in front of her, and joked loudly.

In the study room of the main courtyard, Ling Wushuang ignored Jing Anhou's call, and after turning to leave, Jing Anhou's figure that had just stood up with all his strength seemed to be scattered, and he suddenly fell on the bookcase.

"Master Hou......" Ling Fang quickly got up and ran to the bookcase, and called out to Jing Anhou in a hoarse voice.

Raising his head, Jing Anhou said weakly to Ling Fang: "Ben Hou is fine, it's okay, just help Ben Hou to go back to the bedroom and lie down." ”

"Master Hou, you, your hair ......" Jing'an Hou was just in his early forties, and the hair on his head was originally as black as ink, but at this moment, his ink-like hair turned gray, making his whole person look more than ten years old all of a sudden.

"No problem." Jing Anhou waved his hand weakly, and with Ling Fang's support, he walked out of the study.

"Master Hou, let's let the minions go and invite the imperial doctor to come over and have a look!" After serving Jing Anhou to lie down on the bed, Ling Fang knelt on one knee and pleaded again with his fists clenched. He can't let his own Hou Ye abuse his body like this, the estrangement between the eldest lady and the Hou Ye cannot be resolved in a day or two, if it is delayed by the Hou Ye's temperament, something unexpected may happen.

Ling Fang thought a little far, and he was not to blame, after all, Jing'an Hou was the pillar of this Hou Mansion, once Jing Anhou fell, wouldn't Jing'an Hou Mansion collapse completely in an instant.

As for the little young master of the Liu family, he is a careless child at the moment, can he support the Hou Mansion? There are also nearly 200,000 troops in the hands of his marquis, and which minister of the court will the emperor hand over to at that time?

Since then, the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion has been in decline, and I am afraid that it will be just around the corner!

He couldn't wait, he had to persuade his master to go to the palace to ask for a doctor, and come to the Hou Mansion to treat his illness. Thinking about this, the look in Ling Fang's eyes became very firm.

Jing Anhou lay on the bed, waved his hand lightly, and said in a weak voice: "Didn't Shuang'er say it, I'm okay." After saying this, Jing Anhou pursed his lips for a while and asked Ling Fang, "You said that Ben Hou, as a father, did he fail very well?" Ling Fang shook his head, and when Jing Anhou saw this, he smiled bitterly, "Why did Ben Hou still ask you?" Since being blamed by Shuang'er that day, Ben Hou has been like a mirror in his heart, and he feels ashamed to be a father! ”

"Master Hou, don't say that, you are, you are busy with military affairs, so you have neglected the eldest lady. However, please rest assured, the eldest lady is a sensible person, and when she is angry for this period of time, she will respect Hou Ye as before. ”

Jing Anhou's head lying on the pillow shook lightly twice, "No, Shuang'er is afraid that it won't." She hated Ben Hou, hated Ben Hou for not caring about her for many years, and hated Ben Hou even more for seeing Ning treating her harshly. "Ahem......" Speaking of this, Jing'anhou coughed a few times, and a little blood flowed from the corner of his lips faintly, Ling Fang saw this, knelt down in front of Jing'anhou's bed, and wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth with a cloth towel, "Until now, Ben Hou can't believe that Madam left Ben Hou like this!" Salty and cold tears slid down the corners of Jing Anhou's eyes.

"Lord Hou......"

Knowing that Ling Fang wanted to be in good health for himself, he didn't want him, the master, to talk more. How can I say from the bottom of my heart, don't vomit unpleasantly! Jing Anhou put the hand on his side, and lightly raised it to stop Ling Fang, so that he didn't have to persuade him more, "One wrong step, every step is wrong!" How could Ben Hou do something sorry for his wife back then? So that she absolutely left the infant child of the monk. ”

The conversation between Ling Wushuang and Jing Anhou in the study, Ling Fang, who was full of martial arts, had heard it all, thinking of that beautiful and gentle lady who was like a fairy, and he was going to go like this, he was "banging" in his heart at that time, and then infinite regret came to his heart. Lord Hou and his wife were originally a husband and wife, and they could live a happy life of you and me for the rest of their lives, but God did not fulfill people's wishes, because of an insignificant woman, the two parted ways.

Until now, yin and yang have been separated.

didn't want Jing'anhou to live in remorse anymore, Ling Fang, a man who rarely said much, went against Jing'anhou's wishes, and then persuaded: "Master Hou, madam, she has forgiven you. ”

"No, madam, if she really forgave Ben Hou, why didn't she let Ben Hou see her before leaving." Jing Anhou shook his head and vetoed what Ling Fang said.

"Hou Ye has thought about it a lot, it is imperative that Hou Ye take care of his body first and protect the eldest lady a little more, so that Mrs. can rest assured in the sky."

"Shuang'er, she won't accept Ben Hou's overtures, she is right, Ben Hou will never be able to repay her debts!" After saying so many words, Jing Anhou's strength had been exhausted to the extreme, he eased his breath, and instructed Ling Fang: "You go to the account room, no matter what, you must scrape together enough 100,000 taels of silver tickets and send them to Meiyuan for the eldest lady." ”

"Master Hou, this ......" As far as Ling Fang knew, his master had always been honest, how could the account office in the mansion take out 100,000 taels of silver tickets at once, Ling Fang was embarrassed.

The embarrassed color on Ling Fang's face, Jing Anhou flipped his thoughts, and then understood, he said: "You go to Ben Hou's study, take a volume of the paintings made in the early days of Ben Hou, and sell them to 'Yunmoju'!" ”

Jing'anhou was particularly skilled in painting when he was young, he was known as the 'Songyang Mountain Man', and he produced a lot of calligraphy and paintings on the market, and the silver tickets exchanged at that time were secretly funded to the poor people through Ling Fang. Therefore, except for Ling Fang and Ling Wushuang's deceased mother, I am afraid that no one knows that Jing'anhou is the 'Songyang Mountain Man' himself.

Ling Wushuang's mother could know that it was also when Jing Anhou learned that she was pregnant, she was happy for a while, and she didn't think too much about it, and in their bedroom, she drew that vivid and vivid portrait for her.

Twenty years ago, the paintings of 'Songyang Mountain People' on the market were extremely expensive. It can be said that if a painting of "Songyang Mountain People" is framed and marked with 70,000 taels of silver in "Yunmoju", some people rush to buy it.

However, after Jing'an Hou had a family, he rarely painted, so that his paintings are no longer available for sale on the market.

In the year when Ling Wushuang's mother absolutely left the Hou Mansion, Jing'an Hou was furious, lost his leisure and elegance, completely closed his pen, and no more paintings came out.

"Go for it! Ben Hou didn't want to see anything go wrong with Shuang'er anymore. Seeing Ling Fang kneeling in front of his bed, not moving, Jing Anhou commanded loudly.

Ling Fang got up, clenched his fists and said, "Minion, let's go!" ”

About an hour later, Ling Fang returned to the main courtyard from the outside and reported to Jing'an Hou that he had just gone out on an errand.

"Hou Ye, Hou Ye!" Entering Jing'anhou's bedroom, Ling Fang looked at Jing'anhou who was sleeping on the bed, and called softly.

Turning over, Jing Anhou's tiger eyes slowly opened, and the majesty hidden in his eyes in the past disappeared a lot, he looked at Ling Fang, "Okay?" Can anyone recognize you? "Jing Anhou doesn't want to make the world think about 'him' again because of a painting he came out today.

That's why he asked Ling Fang more.

Ling Fang clenched his fists and replied: "Back to the Hou Ye, the slave went to the 'Yunmoju' after the disguise, the old shopkeeper there is still there, after he inspected your paintings, he didn't say a word, and gave the slave 50,000 taels of silver tickets." ”

"Well, that's good."

"Then the minion will send the silver ticket to the eldest lady?" Ling Fang asked for Jing Anhou's meaning.

Before returning to the main courtyard, Ling Fang went to the account office of the Hou Mansion in advance, and took out 50,000 taels of silver tickets from the account office with the personal jade plate given to him by the Marquis of Jing'an.

"Is that enough for the silver ticket?"

"That's enough."

"Hmm" Jing Anhou replied weakly, and then waved his hand lightly: "Send it to the eldest lady!" ”

"Yes, Master Hou!"

Ling Fang clenched his fists, then withdrew from Jing'an Hou's bedroom, stepped out of the main courtyard, and went straight to the direction of Meiyuan.

"Qingying, what I told you to go out to do a few days ago, what's going on?" On Mei Yuan's side, after Ling Wushuang made a joke about the four shadows, he turned around and went back to the house, sat on the chair and asked Qingying.

Qingying patted her head and replied, "The slave maid was retrieved last afternoon." Finding that her young lady raised her eyebrows, Qingying continued: "The slave maid was busy, and with the matter of the old palace master last night, I forgot to give the young lady a return in time!" ”

"It's okay, you take it and open it, let me see."

Ling Wushuang smiled lightly and instructed Qing Ying.

"Yes."

How can you get married without a wedding dress? However, the Ning family did not prepare for Ling Wushuang, as for Ling Wushuang himself, the female celebrity would not be at all, after some thought, Ling Wushuang used a pen to draw a wedding dress style for men and women on paper, and went to the best embroidery building in the city to make it with Qingying.

The ingenious style design, after Qing Ying looked at it at the time, she was very staggered, she didn't expect her young lady to have such ability, so her eyes were full of stars, with drawings in her arms, and hurriedly left the Hou Mansion to find the most well-known 'Yun Jinxiu Building' in Beijing to make wedding clothes for Ling Wushuang.

Qingying took out a large package from the cabinet and happily put it on Ling Wushuang's bed, "You three came over to help, why are you stunned?" Opening the package, Qingying smiled at the corner of her mouth and called for the three Snow Shadows to come and help.