Xun Ling said: "I have heard that in the country of Yanxia, there are many hidden families and sects, these families and sects have a long history and profound heritage, and all the children in them are masters of occult arts. ”

"This Miss Bai is likely to be the heir of the hermit family."

She leaned forward: "If she is really your own sister, you have a great help." ”

A flash of light appeared in Xun Zheng's eyes.

Xun Ling continued: "If you can get in touch with a huge hidden family, let alone marry a second-married woman, it is not a problem to marry a dusty woman, and the clan elders will understand the pros and cons." ”

Xun Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and Xun Ling said: "For today's plan, I can only ask Mrs. first what happened back then, so that I can make the next arrangement." ”

Xun Zheng bowed: "It makes sense, I'll go see my mother first." ”

He headed straight for the courtyard where his mother lived.

The place where Mrs. Yao lives is very quiet, and there is a black plaque hanging on the door of a moon cave, which reads "Drinking Moon Garden".

Originally, as the head of the family, Xun Zheng's parents should have lived in the main courtyard, but since the head of the Xun family fell ill, the old lady moved their husband and wife to the old Xun family in the name of the head of the family being unwell and needing to recuperate. The east cross courtyard of the house.

He also said that the head of the house should not have too much sexual intercourse, so that the husband and wife should be separated and live in two connected courtyards.

The garden where the head of the family lives is called Qingfeng Xuan.

The number of rituals in the main house of the Xun family is very large, and when Xun Zheng comes, he has to let the little maid go in to make a confession, and he can only go in after getting Mrs. Yao's consent.

Xun Zheng walked into the garden and saw an elegant woman sitting under the porch, with an embroidered bandage in front of her, doing embroidery work on white silk.

The woman was beautiful.

She was wearing a traditional dress, with long black hair combed back on her head, and a bun was inserted into the bun, which was made into the shape of a magnolia flower, small and elegant.

She embroidered very attentively, her skin was fair, almost transparent in the sun, her neck was slender, her fingers were slender, and she was bookish, gentle and gentle, making people feel that their hearts were also calm when they saw it.

"Mom." He shouted softly.

Mrs. Yao raised her head and smiled at him.

Xun Zheng's heart was cold.

This expression, this face, is so similar to Bai Zhou!

It's just that Bai Zhou is younger and more immature than her.

No, the mother's smile is warm and moving, graceful and graceful, but Bai Zhou's temperament is more cold and hard, like a stone that can't be hot.

"Zheng'er is back, come and sit next to my mother."

The little maid brought a chair, Xun Zheng came to sit down beside her, Mrs. Yao took out a pair of golden scissors, cut the thread, and said, "Zheng'er, what's wrong with you?" How to be sullen? Is something wrong? ”

Xun Zheng didn't say anything about being assassinated before, her mother was soft, and it was useless to say it, she would only endure it and make her worried.

He hesitated for a moment, and said tentatively: "Mom, I went to Yanxia Country this time and met a person, a girl. ”

Mrs. Yao smiled softly: "What? My son has a favorite girl at such a young age? ”

Xun Zheng was a little speechless and said, "Mom, her surname is Bai." ”

Mrs. Yao was slightly stunned for a moment, this expression made Xun Zheng's heart sink down.

"Mom, she looks a lot like you." Xun Zheng said softly, "I said a few words to her, and she said that her mother left when she was very young and never went back. ”

Mrs. Yao was silent, her eyes a little solemn.

Xun Zheng's heart sank, he knew that this matter was not far from ten, and said: "I asked her if she wanted to see her mother, she said she wanted to, and she also wanted to ask why her mother left her back then, and she didn't go to her after so many years." ”

Mrs. Yao was still silent, and she turned her head to look at the embroidery she had just embroidered.

The white silk is embroidered with a statue of Guanyin, only half embroidered, and the face of Guanyin Bodhisattva has already been embroidered.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, a piece of kindness.

She gently stroked Avalokiteshvara's face and said, "Since her mother has abandoned her, why is she so persistent? Looking ahead, how good is it to live your life? ”

Xun Zheng observed his mother's expression and asked, "Mom, do you also think that she shouldn't go to her mother?" ”

"It's better not to see each other than to see each other." Mrs. Yao took out another needle, put on the silk thread, and said, "The relationship between mother and daughter, just like this thread, once broken, can no longer be used for embroidery, but can only be replaced, otherwise it is likely to destroy the beauty of the whole painting." ”

"Parents and children are debts, since the fate is shallow, there is no need to force it."

Xun Zheng understood what she meant.

Mother was reluctant to see Bai Zhou.

Even if Bai Zhou is really her daughter.

He stood up and said, "I know, Mom, I still have some things to deal with, so I'll retire first." ”

"Go ahead." Mrs. Yao said kindly, "Don't be tired, your grandmother's side...... Don't be afraid, mom will figure it out. ”