Disaster for the country

When the evening wind blew, the withered and yellow grass swayed in a mess, Feng's mother's gray hair was also fluttering with the wind, Li Shanjian stood up with the help of Shanggong Xingxian, Feng's mother suddenly shifted to him.

Mother Feng laughed and cried: "You have the smell of Datura on your body, you have harmed my son. Hahaha, why don't you die? If you are dead, my son won't be so lonely down here alone .”

Li Shanjian didn't speak, Xin Luoyi looked at the crazy woman, and said coldly: "If your son knows that you even dig up his body and burn it, he will be even more distressed, right? Your son, really Did it commit suicide?"

Li Shanzhang sneered: "A tiger's poison does not eat its offspring, ma'am, you are so cruel that you even killed your parents and children with poison."

"I didn't." The old woman roared viciously.

Xin Luoyi said: "No? No, why don't you dare let us do an autopsy?"

It's okay if I didn't say this sentence. As soon as I said this sentence, the old man rushed over like crazy, gritted his teeth, and stared coldly. Tears flowed down the empty eyes line by line. He smelled the tears and listened. Those who are sad.

"These are all forced by you. If it weren't for you, would I have dug up my son's body and burned it? He is my son, don't I want him to be buried in peace? Do you know a mother with white hair and a man with black hair?" What is it like to be a human being? Do you know how painful it is to see your son unable to rest in the ground, and to bother him, dig him out of the ground and burn him with fire? Do you also know that as a mother, you have to watch How sad I should be to see my son die but the bad guys can still live... But, even if my son cannot be buried in the ground, even if he is burned to make him experience the pain of burning his heart, I will burn him Get rid of his body, I will never let you people touch him, and I will never let you use a knife on his body. Even if he is rotten to the bone, I will not allow you to touch him. "

Mother Feng said, tears streaming down her face. At this moment, she is just a mother, a desperate and crazy mother. She thinks that her son is right and that her son is dead, but these people are not dead. Willingly.

After all, she is just a down-and-out clan, and she is incomparable with ordinary old women. At least when she speaks, she speaks at a gentle speed, and she can maintain her demeanor even when she is so sad.Her husband is also a short-lived ghost. He brought up his young son by himself, and then raised him to become a talent. During this period, he has suffered so much. As long as his son is still by her side, she will swallow no matter how much pain he suffers. In order to cultivate her son to be a brilliant man in the future, she has done things that ordinary women cannot do.

She did not remarry, and when she carried her son on her back, she taught him all kinds of ancient poems. Although she was not born so well, she is from a scholarly family. Thoughts, she has taught her son since she was a child, not letting him do anything except reading, watching him enter a private school, and urging him to do homework every day and night, she will buy all kinds of sage books for him, even if the family is poor She couldn't get rid of the pot, and the sage books were absolutely indispensable. She went to do work for the big family day and night, and in exchange for the daily rations, she also had to buy various supplies for her son.

Therefore, Feng Yucheng doesn't know anything except reading, and he has a pedantic scholarly temperament. Even in his weak years, he only knows how to gain fame, and he doesn't know what the relationship between men and women is...

It is not wrong for a mother to hope that her child will become a dragon, but it is wrong to hope that her child will become a dragon because of this matter. In order to force her son to study and get a good name in the exam, this woman may force her son to do something she doesn't like, but as long as her son It would be nice to be able to glorify the lintel, she did all this for his own good.

But everything ended when she failed an imperial examination, and all her twenty-odd years of expectations were in vain. Feng Yucheng knew nothing but studying. He didn't know what he was going to do except choose to die. He has resentment towards his mother, at least in Feng Yucheng's view, his mother regards him as a tool to shine...

In fact, if she hadn't been forcing her son to get fame and fame, Feng Yucheng wouldn't have fallen to this point. Feng Yucheng had no childhood, no playmates, no friends, no wife. Nothing... so that in the end, even life was lost...

"Isn't this what you are looking for? This is the last bit of incense. I haven't had time to burn the five people who presided over the imperial examination." Mother Feng took out the pack of medicine, and the fire on her back was still on fire. While burning, she put the package of medicine on the fire, cruelly and decisively: "I will not let my son die in vain, definitely not, you should all die."

Suddenly, there was a burst of singing from not far away, the singing was pure and sincere, and according to the situation and scene, it made people cry.

The lyrics sing:

Mother hands line, wandering clothing.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

Anyone who speaks insincerely will get San Chunhui.

Anyone who speaks insincerely will get San Chunhui.

A graceful and luxurious lady walked over with a long dress. The orange coat was long and the soft silk shrouded her in a beautiful halo. The blue and white silk satin jacket and the bauhinia color The coat looks like a fairy descending, her long hair is coiled up high, and the jade and golden step shaker and hairpin are lit. She clases her hands together and wears a priceless bracelet on her exposed wrist. Her lips are smiling and her posture is beautiful. The skin is soft like pancreas, the color is like spring flowers, the lips are like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves...

Such a beauty makes people not want to move their eyes away. Xin Luoyi can be said to have read all the beauties in the world, but none of them can match half of the aura of this lady...

His eyebrows are too similar to Li Shanzan, they are almost the same coldness and arrogance, but she is the arrogance that can see through the world of mortals, and Li Shanzan is indeed the arrogance beyond the world of mortals, they are two similarities from the bottom of their hearts grace.

"Mother Concubine." Li Shanjian shouted, this sound broke all the peace, following this sound, Xin Luoyi took a closer look, the eyebrows and eyes were really too similar, the more they looked, the more they looked like, it was indeed Li Shan Zan's own mother really looks like Li Shanzan.

Feng Ye was also stunned. He saw thousands of beauties in the emperor's harem, none of them were comparable to Princess Jiuxue. Back then, he and Princess Jiuxue were the most beautiful man in the world, and the other was the most beautiful woman in the world. Well, if he didn't claim to be the most beautiful at the time, he should have looked at this beautiful woman and killed her by the way, so that she would not have given birth to Li Shanzhi who stole his limelight. What a mistake, Feng Ye It was too late to regret, Princess Jiuxue gave birth to a son who took away his limelight, but he only had two flat-chested daughters who were picked up in the latrine...

Princess Jiuxue ignored no one, just looked at the old woman in front of her lightly, and the old woman burst into tears when she heard the phrase "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs".

"I can understand you." Princess Jiuxue said in a heavy tone, as if she was immersed in this kind of sadness. When she sang, her expression was very solemn and bitter, and she interpreted the heart-piercing mother's accusation very well. .

"You are high above, what can you understand?" Mother Feng smiled, full of disdain.

"I can understand you. Because we all have one identity, that is mother." Princess Jiuxue said very seriously, her voice was beautiful and deep, just like the deep sound of water droplets on stones, but Like a lark, her voice is as beautiful as her person is beautiful and noble.

Mother—what a lofty and beautiful word...

Mother, these two words gather the most beautiful qualities in the world, and they are also one of the most beautiful words in the world... These two words cannot be described too much beautifully, nor can they be praised too much. exception……

However, when these two mothers said the word mother, they were equally sad and sad.

Mrs. Feng seemed to be able to empathize with her, she turned her head and looked in the direction of Princess Jiuxue, as if she only radiated the light of her own life when she was endowed with such a great word, and she could find the best beauty in this world. The presence.

Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass can be rewarded with three springs...

Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass can be rewarded with three springs...

"Just like you, I am a desperate mother. I am also like you. I have a heart of hope for my son to become a dragon. I am also like you. I force my son to do things that he doesn't like at all, but you are better than me. I am too strong, because you are a kind mother, to your son, you are worthy of respect and love, but I am different, I am not a good mother, to my son, I am a strict teacher."

When Concubine Jiuxue said this, Li Shanzhi looked at her indifferently, without disturbance, perhaps to him, Concubine Jiuxue was a strict teacher, she was not a good mother, Xin Luoyi suddenly felt sorry for Li Shanzhi. Shan Zan felt sad, a child was forced to become a master at such a young age, how much suffering and tiredness he had to suffer during this period.

"Your child can at least feel the affection between mother and child, but for me, I didn't even teach him what family affection is. When I married King Jiuxue, he had already fallen in love with a young lady from Xiaojia. They It's that kind of love, love to the point of staying alone in the empty room on the wedding night, love to the point where the woman hugged her son and laughed at me for having a beautiful skin. I was also slapped by that woman. When she slapped me, she laughed at me for not having a son. I was not reconciled. I punished that woman. I had a good time when I slapped her. Therefore, her second child was miscarried. My husband hates me for being a viper, and under such persecution, I consummated my marriage with my husband and gave birth to my first son."

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