There is no mother in the world who does not love her son, let alone Sheng Yan, who has only one son.

The anticipation of pregnancy, the difficulties of childbirth, and the incurable hidden disease of her son made her very painful, and also made her complete the gorgeous transformation from a young lady to a good wife and mother.

Like her husband, she also poured all her love into Feng Zhiping, for the sake of her son, she even had a lot less innate laziness and greed, she felt a lot more guilt about her son than her husband, and always thought that her son's natural disability was caused by not doing well enough when she was pregnant, and she was the culprit, no matter how Feng Moxiu explained and coaxed, she couldn't reduce the guilt in her heart.

As her son grew up, watching the little Feng Zhiping become more and more obsessed with martial arts, but she could only become a laughing stock in the eyes of others because of her body, her heart was like a knife, and her guilt became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, her husband's consolation was another reason for the aggravation of guilt.

Feng Moxiu, who is straightforward, doesn't know how much mental pressure his uncomplaining and undiminished love for his wife has brought her, just like a shackle that can't be untied or strangled to death, but will only become heavier and tighter a little bit on his neck, making you always on the edge of suffocation, in great pain, and you can't just die.

Fortunately, Sheng Yan has a cheerful personality, and her innate open-mindedness and leisure allow her to see many things very openly and transparently, so she did not have a nervous breakdown and fell into the abyss of regret.

She skillfully transformed her remorse into maternal love and poured it into her son, watching her son grow up healthily, except for the inability to rest and internal strength, there was no other problem, and the small training made her son's body stronger and stronger than that of children of the same age, and her guilt became less and less.

Her son is her sunshine, her hope, and her biggest channel to relieve her sorrows.

Until, Feng Zhiping disappeared.

She couldn't remember how she felt when she learned that Feng Zhiping was missing and most likely kidnapped away, she didn't want to think about it, and she didn't dare to think about it.

She only knew that she was crazy, the more lazy and greedy Mrs. Jianhou after marrying into the Hou Mansion was gone, and the grand lady who had disappeared for a long time came back.

After marrying into the Hou Mansion for so many years, the world has long been accustomed to the new identity of Mrs. Jianhou, forgetting her original face, her mother's family, her friends, and her former social circle.

Few people know that the reason why the case of Feng Zhiping's disappearance is so sensational, and that every person inside and outside the court has taken action, not only because of the Marquis of Jian and King Zhan, but also because of the dozens of letters full of anger written by Mrs. Sheng who have been sleepless for several days.

From the concubines in the palace to the powerful wives and concubines of a certain party, they all moved after receiving the letter, and they all made a strong effort, and they urged their men to contribute, and women's communication is much more complicated than that of men, and in the same way, the energy that bursts out is often much greater.

The whole day was helping her find her son, but her heart still couldn't settle down, and as the letters came again and again without results, the anxious heart kept sliding into the dark abyss.

She even wanted to die.

No one knew that the reason why Jianhou didn't come out of the house for a while was not because of some strategy, with his temper, he should have personally gone out according to the news and chased him one by one, he didn't dare to go, and he didn't dare to let the lady be alone for a moment.

He had never seen anything like it.

Fortunately, this kind of day didn't last long, and soon Feng Zhiping's letter that seemed perfect but actually had a fatal flaw arrived, and when he learned that his son was alive, not only did he recover from his old illness but also go to Cangshan to travel, Sheng Yu's heart fell, and his first reaction after a big nap was to ask her husband to take people back immediately.

But Feng Moxiu refused, and the reason was very good.

Sheng Yu is a smart person, and after calming down, he also knew that Diancangshan was safer than at home at that time, so he agreed.

Agreeing is not only for safety reasons, but also based on her understanding of Feng Zhiping, like Xiao Tao, she doesn't think that her pampered baby son can endure hardship, she firmly believes that her son will soon be unable to stand it and flee home, and she even has prepared the dishes for the wind banquet.

As a result, the wait was more than a year.

For more than a year, the son had no intention of going home at all, and Diancang Mountain was heavily guarded, in order to conceal his son's whereabouts, the couple could not inquire through formal channels, and could only learn a little intermittently through other channels.

Now that her son has finally come home, right in front of her eyes, she wants to greet her with a smile, but the unexpected turmoil at the door has become the fuse, which completely detonated her long-accumulated depression, and when her son entered the door, she picked up the teacup and threw it over.

She regretted it when she took off the teaglass, worried about whether her son could dodge, worried about whether he would be scalded by hot water, and most afraid that she couldn't dodge and hit her head, what if she was really stupid?

Seeing her son Mali dodging and grabbing, she breathed a sigh of relief, but her anger did not subside, so she continued to prepare to reprimand with a straight face, but when she saw Feng Zhiping kneeling in front of her obediently, she took the initiative to come over and admit her mistake like she stubbornly stripped off the flowers and plants she had carefully cultivated when she was six years old, her heart suddenly softened, and Huo Ran got up and rushed over to hug her.

Feng Moxiu has been guarding against it, and when Sheng Yan got up, he gently kicked the table to the side, and the strength was steady and accurate, except for the sound of pulling the ground was a little harsh, and even the tea on the table did not spill a drop.

It's a pity that Mingzhu secretly invested, no one appreciated this kung fu, the mother hugged her head and cried, and she stood aside dryly, as if it was redundant.

"Ahem, that, let's sit down and talk?" Feng Moxiu asked as he cleared his throat.

No one paid attention to him, and the room was full of "son" and "mother" who were short of breath.

He really wanted to remind Feng Zhiping that you still have a father, just standing next to him, but looking at his wife, he decided that it was better not to touch his head, squinting at the floating clouds painted on the beams of the house and continuing to install sculptures. Passionate about e-books

After a long time, the mother and daughter cried enough, and their eyes were swollen.

Fang Zhiping figured it out, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, what was embarrassing for his son to cry in front of his mother, and there were no outsiders.

Uh, outsiders...

Looking up at his father, he saw Feng Moxiu smiling, but the green tendons on his forehead were slightly raised, and he felt that he had retracted his gaze and handed over a hot "kind" look, he grinned and quickly helped Sheng Jian up.

Helping his mother to sit down again, he wiped the stool next to him with a flattering smile and asked his father to sit down, Feng Zhiping tied up his messy hair, tidied up his clothes, knelt down solemnly, and kowtowed seriously.

"Father, mother, son is back. ”

Feng Moxiu nodded lightly, cleared his throat and was about to say two words that Father Yan should say, but the loving mother next to him had already snatched it up and helped the person up.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back! It's cold on the ground, what are you doing kneeling, look, your head is red, does it hurt? Qiao Xiu, Qiao Xiu! Quick, go get the skin cream, and bring some ice!"

Feng Moxiu opened his mouth, with a toothache on his face, but he didn't dare to attack.

Feng Zhiping snickered in his belly, hurriedly stopped his mother, called Qiao Xiu through the door, and then said with a smile: "Mother, it's just kowtow, how can it be so delicate, my son is strong, stronger than before, you see!"

He bent his arms and puffed out his muscles, and the squeak of broken threads came from the sleeves of his colluded clothes.

Sheng Yan smiled and narrowed his eyes, pinched and nodded cooperatively: "It's strong, like a stone, stronger than your father!"

Feng Moxiu was immediately reluctant, stood up and walked to his son's side, no matter how tough the tight and thick brocade suit was, how could it withstand his destruction, and cracked a few openings with a stabbing sound, revealing the "hill" with high puffs and green muscles inside.

He didn't speak, he raised an eyebrow at his son, and his face was triumphant.

Feng Zhiping rolled his eyes, and was about to increase his strength to burst the clothes, but he saw his mother slap him over, and snorted angrily: "How old are you, still messing around, do you know how expensive the clothes are?" This is the material I picked with my own hands, and asked the old shopkeeper Feng in the west of the city to sew it himself, I didn't like it very much at the time, and now I deliberately take the opportunity to destroy it, right?"

Feng Moxiu was dumbfounded, and hurriedly waved his hand: "How can it, how can it be, I like it very much! This is an accident, I'll find someone to make it up now, you wait for me to go immediately!"

"Okay, let's go and wait a while, does it matter if you have a son in a piece of clothing? ”

Sheng Yan pulled the person back angrily, Feng Moxiu had words of suffering, and could only throw his resentful gaze on his son.

Feng Zhiping smiled in his stomach, very comfortable, and looked back at his father with an innocent face.

The old man put him under house arrest all the way, and since that day the two of them have said less than a hundred words combined, he has long wanted to take revenge, so he made such a fuss in front of the door, but his small revenge is not as direct and powerful as his mother's mother, and he is relieved to see the old man deflated.

Moving the table back to its original position, Feng Zhiping sat down on the other side of Sheng Yan, holding his mother's hand and asking for warmth.

Sheng Yu was most concerned about how Feng Zhiping was doing, and after simply replying two sentences, he began to ask him about everything outside, from "whether he was injured", "whether he suffered a loss", "whether he was bullied", and asked all the way to "did he kick the quilt at night", "how much meat did he eat for three meals a day", "the stool was not smooth, and he had acne", which was meticulous and outrageous, and Feng Moxiu secretly rolled his eyes and pouted his teeth.

Sheng Yu ignored him, she cared about her son, if she couldn't listen to it, don't listen to it, if she loves her teeth, she has the ability to knock her teeth down!

In the past, Feng Zhiping would definitely be annoyed, but now he is not annoyed at all, and he will tell his experience one by one in detail, except for inconvenient things such as "Fat Fairy" and "You Shuang'er", as well as the "wonderful misunderstanding" between Zhan Qianwu, he can't say anything, and the rest is not lost.

"Mother, I was taught by you, how can I suffer, it's good if I don't let people suffer!"

"Meat is eaten every day, Diancangshan is a martial arts sect, you don't have to worry about food, if you don't give meat, those people will go crazy!"

"Speaking of which, I also broke a record, mother, how many fish did I eat when I first got on the boat? Coarsely salted big fish, I ate ten catties in one go, and almost didn't die, you don't know, the people on the boat look at me like a monster, that look, hahahahaha!"

"Of course I washed my clothes, how can I let others do such a trivial matter, and I don't feel at ease when others wash them! You don't know, someone really washed me once, that's really..."

Recalling the "tragic situation" of a silly girl washing her clothes, Feng Zhiping's eyes couldn't help but soften, revealing a longing smile.

I went home by myself, and the plan to get out of the marriage has also started the first step that is not perfect, girl, are you okay, will you wait for me?

Seeing her son's smile and fluttering gaze, Sheng Yan turned her head sideways and exchanged glances with her husband, quietly patted her husband's hand, turned around and asked gently, "Oh, someone else washes your clothes?"

"Well, yes, she..."