Chapter 20 The Edge Is Hard to Hide Section 4 Heart-to-heart
"Mrs. Fan, don't worry, I understand what you mean, do you want our master to find your son's bones?" Mrs. Wei shook her head slightly, "Mrs. Fan, you haven't been to the battlefield, don't you know that the bones of the person who died on the battlefield are piled up? How many people's sons are buried there, and they can't be found at all? You want our master to find your son, this is a very difficult thing......"
"Madam, it is extremely difficult for the little girl to know this, but she ......"
"Mrs. Fan, what you need most at this time is to go home, recuperate well, don't let your body collapse. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Mrs. Wei really felt sorry for the mother of this cloudless son at this time, and she was so obsessed with finding her son's bones when she endured so much grief.
"Mrs. Wei...... I want to meet General Wei, not just to find my son's bones......" Ling Xiao said with a trembling voice.
"Ah...... Then what else do you want to talk to him about?" Mrs. Wei frowned, this Mrs. Fan, like her husband, was a very stubborn person, she had already made it clear before that it was impossible to find her son's bones, why did she still insist on seeing Wei Rui.
"Mrs. Wei, the little girl never believed that Fan Jun was really dead...... My son is not dead, he must be alive. Ling Xiao thought of Fan Jun, the child's temperament has followed his own temperament since he was a child, he doesn't say much on weekdays, but the idea in his heart is very big, he is extremely calm when he encounters things, and he will never lose his life easily.
"I know that Madame misses her son, but this person is gone, and no matter how much Madame misses him, that person can't come back. Mrs. Wei naturally understood that she would not accept this result for a while, but it was something that could not be changed, and it was useless to think about it.
"Mrs. Wei, how is your female celebrity?" Ling Xiao asked softly.
"I'm naturally good at that. Speaking of female popularity, Mrs. Wei unconsciously felt a little proud, "My husband's shirt and the clothes of several children are all made by me." ”
Mrs. Wei stood up and asked Ling Xiao to take a look at the jacket she was wearing: "This is the jacket I made myself some time ago. ”
Ling Xiao looked at the coat made by Mrs. Wei in a daze, it was well cut, especially on the sharp corners on both sides of the shirt, which were decorated with two beautiful streamers, which looked even more elegant.
"Mrs. Wei is really a good craft, it seems that Mrs. is worthy of her name, and she is indeed a virtuous and virtuous woman. Ling Xiao looked at the beautiful robe in a daze, and his heart ached like a knife.
"Mrs. Fan has won the award, where am I so good!" Mrs. Wei was a little puzzled why Mrs. Fan, who was still immersed in grief just now, asked her this question at this time.
"Mrs. Wei, I guess my cooking skills are also very good. Ling Xiao asked softly again.
Mrs. Wei didn't answer her this time, she silently looked at the cold-faced Mrs. Fan in front of her, and carefully recalled the words she had just asked, and her heart slowly sank.
Ling Xiao slowly stood up and walked in front of Mrs. Wei: "The little girl is also very popular since the little girl, the people in the family, the clothes up and down, are also ......sewn by the little girl" Ling Xiao untied a hairband on his head and gently put it in Mrs. Wei's hand, "Since my son Fan Jun's expedition to the Northern Expedition, I have made clothes for him at home, spring, summer, autumn and winter, I make a set every season and put it in his house, and when he returns triumphantly, he can wear the new clothes I made for him......"
"Madame......" Mrs. Wei suddenly understood something, but at this time she didn't know how to persuade her.
"Fan Jun loves to eat the osmanthus cake I made for him, last autumn, I dried and put away the best osmanthus flowers, kept them for my son, and when he came back, I made him the best osmanthus cake...... Ling Xiao paused, "Mrs. Wei, do you know how a mother feels when she looks forward to her son's return? Do you know how many tears I shed when I sewed clothes? I don't want my son to die in that bleak northern cold land, I hope he can return safely......"
"Mrs. Fan, don't say any more, I understand. Mrs. Wei tightened her grip on the headband she had handed to her, "You want to see my husband and ask him to help you find your son." ”
“...... Yes, ma'am. Ling Xiao nodded vigorously.
Mrs. Wei has followed her husband over the years, and she has seen a lot of winds and waves, but it is the first time she has met a woman as persistent as Ling Xiao today. This woman is so stubborn that her son is still alive, which makes her extremely sad in her heart, if Fan Jun comes back unharmed, it will not be in vain that his mother has such an obsession, but ...... But if the child's bones were really, really gone, what would become of the woman in front of her? Mrs. Wei didn't dare to think about it anymore.
"Well, Madame will wait here for a while, my husband is discussing state affairs with General Cao at this time, and after General Cao leaves, I will take Madame to meet my husband. Mrs. Wei said with a sigh.
"Thank you, Madame, for being a little girl!" Ling Xiao hurriedly thanked.
"Don't be so polite, wait patiently here," Mrs. Wei hurriedly helped Ling Xiao up.
In the Fan Mansion, He Chen, who got the bad news of Fan Jun, hurried to the Fan Mansion with his wife. He Chen was really taken aback when he heard that Ling Xiao was going to Wei Rui's Mansion alone, this Wei Rui had no dealings with hundreds of officials in the DPRK and China, and in his impression, this General Wei never negotiated terms with others, let alone used his relationship to seek any benefits for his so-called friends or relatives. That younger brother and sister of his own, who went to Wei Rui Mansion so recklessly, was afraid that he would not get any results.
"Senior brother, I have to trouble you and my sister-in-law to come here so late, I am really ......" Fan Yuncheng was very grateful when he saw this senior brother coming with his wife. Since coming to the capital, this senior brother has really broken his leg for his own affairs, and he has not received his favor in many things.
"You and my brother, don't mention these words again in the future. He Chen couldn't imagine that the well-behaved and sensible Fan Jun would die in the north after leaving home for more than a year, thinking about it, he hated it in his heart, half hated the ruthless Sixth Prince and the ruthless He Zheng, and half hated his stubborn junior brother, if he happily agreed to Xiao Hong that day and married the county lord of the prince's family, nothing would have happened.
"Senior brother, it's not your sister-in-law who said you, such a big thing, how can you let your younger brother and sister go alone? That Wei Rui, who has no contact with hundreds of officials on weekdays, and who doesn't open his mouth when he meets your senior brother, how can he easily meet a woman's family? I'm worried that my brother and sister won't even be able to enter the door at this time. Mrs. He spoke quickly, and after He Chen and Fan Yuncheng heard it, the two brothers actually had nothing to refute her.
"Your senior brother too, after hearing about that last time, you should tell Senior Brother Yun Cheng that no matter what you think, you have to let the child come back. Mrs. He glared at He Chen fiercely.
He Chen smiled bitterly, he also overheard that within a few days of Fan Jun's trip with the army, he was slashed by Xiao Hong and almost died. Thanks to this child's great fortune, his body will slowly recover, and it can be regarded as a thrill. It's just that how he opened his mouth to Fan Yuncheng about this matter, according to Fan Yuncheng's temper, I don't know what will happen to him.
"What's the matter?" Fan Yuncheng was stunned in his heart, since Fan Jun set out on the expedition, he had never heard anything about Fan Jun, and this sister-in-law suddenly came up with such a sentence, which made his heart flutter.