Mrs. Rebirth

Walking all the way through the garden of the Zuo Mansion, bypassing the courtyards of several other brothers and sisters, it took about a quarter of an hour to arrive at the Wuheng Courtyard where the main house is located.

"The third master is here. My wife has been waiting for a long time. The other masters and girls have already arrived." A maid in a purple dress stood at the door of the main room, and when she saw Zuo Shaoqing, her aura suddenly became fierce. , speaking with a condescending meaning.

Zuo Shaoqing did not ignore the flash of contempt in her eyes, and his heart was slightly cold. If he remembered correctly, this maid named Zizhu would soon be given to Zuo Shaoyan by Xue Shi to be the housekeeper. No wonder she was so arrogant .

It's just that her arrogance can't last long, Uncle Zuo's bed is not so easy to climb.

Zuo Shaoqing tried hard to maintain a dull and even timid face, coughed twice, supported his forehead and said in a low voice: "Last night, it was cold, and I had a headache and brain fever. I got up late today. Sister Zizhu, please go in and pass it on to me."

Zizhu flicked the handkerchief, as if to shake off the dirt in the air, lifted the curtain and entered the room with a look of disgust.

Soon Xue's half-yin and half-yang voice came from inside the house: "He still knows how to come to pay his respects? I think this family will have no mistress after Ruan's death. Let him wait outside."

If in the previous life, Xue Shi asked him to wait, Zuo Shaoqing would have stood obediently and waited, maybe he would not dare to complain even if he stood for a long time.

But now... He listened to the laughter in the room, sneered, suddenly lifted up his clothes and knelt down, and said loudly: "Mother, my son is wrong. My son got distracted by phlegm for a while. He shouldn't be on my aunt's head." Copying the scriptures every day, thinking too much about your dead mother, and delaying your mother's greetings, my son will kowtow to you!"

After finishing speaking, he slammed his forehead heavily on the bluestone floor, lowered his head, his eyes gleamed coldly, since Mrs. Xue wanted to make trouble, he should make it bigger.

If you want to accuse him of unfilial piety, it depends on whether he agrees or not.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Zuo Shaoqing could even hear Zuo Shaoqing's kowtow outside through a thick curtain.

Mrs. Xue held a bowl of bird's nest porridge in her hand and tasted it carefully. Zuo Shuhui stood behind her dignifiedly and beat her shoulders. The uncle of the Zuo family held a book and read it seriously, as if he didn't hear any movement outside.

The inner house of the Zuo family has been controlled by Mrs. Xue for more than ten years, and it has already been solidified. Except for the dead Aunt Ruan, no one can try to please Mrs. Xue.

So once Aunt Ruan died, the thorn in Xue's heart was finally pulled out. As for the son she left behind, wouldn't she be allowed to round him up and flatten him?

Thinking of this, Xue's mouth raised a vicious smile.

"Mother, just let him kneel like this?" Zuo Shuhui leaned on Xue's shoulder, fluttering her big smart eyes, and asked in a low voice: "He called me like that, didn't we become obstacles to hinder him from fulfilling his filial piety?" The villain?"

The smile on the corner of Xue's mouth froze, he snorted softly, and scolded outside: "What are you yelling about? Let him kneel next to him! Sure enough, he is a bitch of a bitch who specializes in these dirty tricks!"

The two concubines at the bottom knelt half-kneeling with low eyebrows, not daring to make a sound, but they felt a little resentful in their hearts. Xue, the aunt, was narrow-minded, and never had a good face towards them concubines and concubines.

Zuo Shaoqing was not willing to compromise easily, continued to kowtow, and said in a crying voice: "The son is kneeling here. It is the son who is unfilial. Please ask the mother to punish him."

It wasn't until a pair of shoes embroidered with golden cloud patterns came into view that Zuo Shaoqing secretly heaved a sigh of relief. If this person didn't come again, his head would be smashed.

Feeling relaxed, Zuo Shaoqing still self-reviewed righteously: "Auntie just left so suddenly, without even a single sign. My son was too sad to say hello to you by mistake. I hope mother will forgive me."

He made such a fuss today because he wanted to see how much the Ruan family still held in Zuo Yunwen's heart. He might have time to do something while he had just passed away.

If another six months passed, Zuo Yunwen would have a new favorite, and at that time he would have forgotten about Ruan's family.

A heavy sigh sounded from above his head, and then he heard Zuo Yunwen say: "Get up, it's just a few days late to greet you, there is no need to punish the incident for a reason."

Zuo Shaoqing forced out two tears and looked up at Zuo Yunwen with deep admiration in her eyes.

Zuo Yunwen was taken aback for a moment, and through those similar eyebrows, he thought of that gentle and gentle woman, and stretched out his hand involuntarily, pulling Zuo Shaoqing up.

Tears hung on that fair and tender little face, with suppressed sadness, which made people feel sorry for him. Zuo Yunwen stroked the bruise on his forehead and said: "You child, how can you knock your forehead into a big hole?" so?"

"Father..." Zuo Shaoqing's lips moved, tears glistened in his eyes, playing the role of a heartbroken dutiful son who had just lost a loved one.

Zuo Yunwen was a little surprised, he didn't like this child's weakness all the time, so no matter how good he was to the Ruan family, he didn't give special treatment to this son, but he didn't expect that the other party still longed for him in his heart.

His eldest son, Zuo Shaoyan, had a calm personality since he was a child, and he was a man of few words. Not to mention the concubine and the concubine, they don't even have the courage to look at themselves.

So when he suddenly saw Zuo Shaoqing looking at him with such complicated eyes, Zuo Yunwen actually felt a sense of satisfaction as a father.