After her husband died in battle, she relied on the villain cub to make a comeback.

The flesh on the palm of your hand is tender, so you should take good care of it and don't touch it. But the back of the hand has less flesh and the skin is rough and thick, so it doesn't matter if you feel a little wronged.

Old Mrs. Song's rationality divided the two children into three, six or nine.

But Ye Zhizhi doesn’t!

The hairpin she snatched was stuffed into Wuya's arms.

The obtained Dongzhu was given to Xiao Xingzhi.

The silver is divided into two pillars.

Ye Zhizhi asked someone to embroider all the gold threads onto San Zhu’s body!

As for the four pillars——

Although the child is not around, Ye Zhizhi still has to save the knives and swords that should be given to Si Zhu, right?

Wu Ya choked up just by looking at her, and said aggrievedly, "Mom, I miss my fourth brother!"

It’s more than just Wuyaxiang!

Ye Zhizhi hadn't seen her youngest son for a long time, and sighed, "I don't know if he is eating well, if he has learned any skills from Tantai Che, or if anyone will bully him..."

What does it mean for a mother to worry when her son travels thousands of miles?

In the past, Ye Zhizhi didn't understand, so she just wondered why so many parents insisted on sending their children to college when she was boarding a plane for a mission or taking the high-speed train.

Is it because I can’t contact you by phone or I can’t send messages through WeChat?

But now that she has become a parent, she finally understands the desire to let her child fly out into the vast world, but is also afraid that he will be wronged somewhere she cannot see, so she crushes her silver teeth without saying a word and swallows the pain in her belly. That kind of worry and fear.

therefore--

Ye Zhizhi sighed when he saw the actions of Su Yingrong and others outside the door to please him but did not dare to enter the house.

Feeling a little sad for no reason, I simply opened the door and said, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"I, can I come in?"

Ye Zhizhi nodded.

"Hey!" After receiving the reply from her biological daughter, Su Yingrong's eyes suddenly turned red. She was excited and a little overwhelmed and followed Ye Zhizhi into the yard, but never took her eyes off her. leave.

Until I saw the small house that my daughter lived in, which was about the size of a palm, and not as big as the ear chamber she had repaired for Jinse, I immediately covered my mouth and turned my head, and my tears were like a flood that had burst, and I couldn't stop it.

"Mom." Song Qingjun gave her a hand.

"Mom is fine. You, go talk to my little sister. Mom is just..."

She just feels bad.

Xu was overjoyed and sad. Such a mixture of emotions made Su Yingrong breathless and her whole body trembled.

Not right!

Ye Zhizhi felt something strange about Su Yingrong's body almost instantly.

"Step aside!"

She pushed Song Qingjun away, carried Su Yingrong to the bed, and checked her pulse, "What did you eat in the morning?"

Su Yingrong couldn't answer, and her body was twitching violently. Ye Zhizhi quickly gave her an arm injection, then took out two white special medicines, and was about to pull aside Su Yingrong's veil and pour it into her mouth.

Su Yingrong shook her head weakly, stopped her move, and said hesitantly, "Don't, don't open it, I will scare you..."

Ye Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, "What?"

"I'm so ugly now."

Su Yingrong looked up with a flushed face, as uneasy as a stray dog ​​on the roadside that would be kicked by someone casually.

Ye Zhizhi's attitude softened, "It's okay, I'm a doctor, I won't be afraid."

The white pills went down Su Yingrong's throat.

Ye Zhizhi lowered his head.

The woman's features were delicate and delicate, but unfortunately, from the left side of her face to her neck and even her body, there were pink and white marks burned by the fire. Her face was torn and distorted, as if a layer of ink had been splashed on a fine painting.

Abrupt and ferocious.

Su Yingrong also knew how terrifying she looked. Not to mention the noble ladies in the capital talking and laughing in private and looking down on her. Even Song Jinse couldn't help but change his expression when he saw her face for the first time.

At this moment, she lowered her eyes uneasily, not wanting to scare her daughter, and whispered, "Zhizhi, don't worry, I will wear a veil from now on, I..."

"It's nothing to be afraid of."

Su Yingrong was startled.

Ye Zhizhi's tone was as gentle as ever: "You don't think your mother is ugly. Besides, you just have a little burn. You can remove it with some whitening pills and scar removal cream. I'll get it for you later."

"what?!"

Now let alone Su Yingrong, even Song Qingjun was stunned.

"What whitening pills and scar removal creams? Are you talking about other vendors imitating the Jinling Rouge and Gouache Shop and selling expensive elixirs that have no use?"

The reason why Song Qingjun knew this was because over the years, no matter whether it was a palace banquet or a flower-viewing banquet held by ladies on weekdays, as long as her mother went there, everyone would look at her mother. Face chirped quietly.

What to say, "Look, that Mrs. Song is here again! She is so courageous. If I looked like her, let alone going out, I would have to hang myself with a rope!"

"She's good. She's ugly and has no face. She doesn't invite herself to the court. It's pitiful for Duke Fu, who has been guarding an old woman with a ruined appearance."

"Doesn't she feel sick even when she looks in the mirror?"

"..."

There are many people who are sarcastic, disdainful, and envious of Su Yingrong for living such a good life despite ruining her appearance.

Su Yingrong didn't take it seriously at first, but after hearing such words too many times, she inevitably felt inferior.

Especially once, when she went to attend the full moon banquet of General Fu's grandson, the veil was knocked down by a little maid for some reason. As a result, General Fu's grandson was so frightened that he cried! He even invited a master to perform a ritual ceremony for the child. That's all right!

How could Su Yingrong not think too much.

She was already weak, and a woman wanted to please her own appearance, but her beautiful face became like this. She was looked down upon wherever she went, and she was depressed, which made her body and bones even worse.

Song Qingjun's son felt very uncomfortable.

It just so happened that at the end of this year, a whitening pill and scar-removing cream suddenly became popular at the Jinling gouache shop in the capital.

Many ladies said that the effect was good after using it.

So Song Qingjun started thinking about it and wanted to buy it for his mother.

As a result, at the auction house, you had to spend 1000 taels of silver before you could have a chance to enter, and you had to fight with a group of women who heard about it to buy the treasure that only had ten sets in a month.

In short, every time Song Qingjun left in a fit of excitement, he came back disappointed!

So now I saw the little girl taking out a box of whitening pills and scar removal cream.

I was even more certain that I had been deceived.

Not to mention these things, if you really go to auction, what a sky-high price they can be sold for. Looking at the entire Dayong, even the concubines and queens in the palace, I am afraid that there are not so many whitening pills!

Su Yingrong obviously thought so too, but since her daughter was close to her, she definitely couldn't badmouth her daughter's things, thinking that her face was already useless.

It doesn't matter if I use it a little more. I can't let my daughter think that she doesn't like her things. I wipe it on my face three times, close my eyes and blow, "Ah, it's so comfortable. It's icy and cool, Zhi Zhi, this This product works so well, I feel like my facial scars are no longer so serious!”