My country, you can pinch it

It's already winter in the capital, and it's the coldest time when the Spring Festival is approaching.

The first goose feather snow has just ended, and a piece of snow has fallen, and the noisy Yunyang Hou Mansion also ushered in a short silence, as if all the hustle and bustle were covered by this white snow.

But this flawless purity is too difficult to keep, just step on a few feet, and it will be stained with filth and disgusting filth immediately.

Mrs. Yunyang Hou still lightly looked through the window pane carved with floating clouds, and saw Suyun, the maid in her courtyard, trotting across the courtyard on the snow, leaving behind a trail of dazzling mud. footprints.

"Ma'am, it's too bad, Master Hou really, really brought him back!"

Even though it was a cold winter day, a thin layer of sweat ran out of Suyun's forehead. She didn't care to wipe it off, but just looked at Mrs. Hou with red eyes, bewildered.

A gust of cold wind blew into the warm pavilion along with her intrusion. Mrs. Yunyanghou sat on the side of the bed and subconsciously stood up to block the wind from blowing the person on the bed.

Lying on the bed was a young man with quiet and peaceful eyes, his appearance was very similar to Shang Qingrong, but he seemed to be suffering from a serious illness, his face looked pale and almost translucent, like a delicate and fragile porcelain doll.

Nanny Lin came out with the medicine, frowned when she saw Suyun's appearance, and scolded in a low voice: "Why panic, don't stand at the door to get rid of the cold, be careful blowing the young master!"

"Yes, but..." Suyun was young, and when she was reprimanded by Nanny Lin, her eyes were full of grievances. She just looked at Mrs. Hou and argued in a low voice, "I am in a hurry, I am afraid that the report will be late, and Madam will stop in time..."

Mrs. Yunyang Hou's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, her heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and there was a slight pain.

Sister Lin felt sad, and handed the bowl to Mrs. Hou to remind her, "Madam, be careful."

Madam Hou came back to her senses, she didn't say a word, she just took the bowl, stirred it gently with the spoon, and blew on the concoction with small sips.

Her drooping eyelashes are like cicada's wings, and her delicate earrings sway gently with her movements. The short-lived sunshine after the snow in winter slanted in through the window. Whoever sees it can say admiration: the beauty is like a picture.It's just that the eyebrows are slightly furrowed now, and it won't let go for a long time, which makes people feel distressed.

Suyun was taken down to change clothes to rest, the maids Qingye and Fuxiang walked in, exchanged glances with Nanny Lin, each showing concern.

Nanny Lin finally said: "Ma'am, what are you going to do, just let Hou Ye lead the mother and son in?"

"Tell them to go back wherever they came from! It's wishful thinking to want to come in without Madam's consent!" Fuxiang raised her eyes and looked angry. I've lost my mind, and now the young master is still in a coma, and he actually wants to welcome the newcomer, where will this put the madam and the young master!"

Not to mention Fu Xiang, even the steady Qing Ye cursed in a low voice.

However, Mrs. Yunyang Hou lowered her eyes and said softly: "He is not confused, he can't wait long ago."

"Madam..." Listening to the hoarse voice and seeing Madam Hou's ashen-hearted expression, Sister Lin's eyes couldn't help sore.

Looking at the capital of Dashun, which woman has never admired the deep affection of the Marquis of Yunyang to his wife?Jealous of being women, when they were fighting with their concubines, Shang Qingrong was loved and respected wholeheartedly by her husband.

Shang Qingrong traveled thousands of miles from the border to marry in the capital, and she also thought that she would finally find a lover, the husband and wife are loving, and they look forward to growing old together in the future.

But in fact?It was Yunyang Hou who had secretly raised her for ten years, and unexpectedly had an illegitimate son who was as old as his original wife's son!

Seeing how she can handle people to death, but being kept in the dark like a fool, she instantly became the joke of the whole capital.

"It's all fake, fake..." The tears in Shang Qingrong's eyes finally couldn't hold back, and they fell drop by drop into the medicine bowl.

Once the dream is broken, there will be no lover from then on, only ruthlessness and ignorance will remain.

Seeing this, Fu Xiang's eyes turned red, she gritted her teeth and said, "Slaves, go and stop them now, I don't believe that if Madam, you insist on not agreeing, would the Hou have to let that lowly prisoner girl in?"

"She is no longer the daughter of a prisoner. Lord Yang has been restored to his post a month ago, and he has been highly valued by the emperor again, and he is at the top of the court." Qing Ye corrected softly.

Fu Xiang immediately stiffened her neck, and said forcefully: "Ha, so what? The outer room is the outer room, and she is still a lowly embryo. The son she gave birth to will always be a lowly one. He will be stabbed in the back for the rest of his life, unable to lift his head! Think Want fame, dream!"

Although Qing Ye also thought the same way, but she was more calm, looked at Shang Qingrong and said: "Madam, in fact, it is the second thing whether the Yang family can enter the house or not. The servant girl heard from Wen Fu in Jingsi Hall that Hou Ye's intention should be taken advantage of." Open the ancestral hall on this New Year's Day, let the illegitimate son recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors!"

"What?" Fu Xiang's eyes widened.

But Mother Lin hurriedly asked: "Madam, do you know?"

Madam Yunyang Hou closed her eyes, then nodded slowly.

On the day she found out, Yunyang Hou held his hands carefully, with guilt, and with a regretful but helpless tone, knelt down in front of her, coaxed and coaxed her, asking her to raise her noble hand, to give him face, and to let him be left behind. The heirs of the Fang family return to the clan, don't let people see the joke.

But who is the instigator of this joke?

When Mrs. Hou recalled that scene, the pain in her heart became even more unbearable, and it made her feel sick again and again.

It's just that in the past two days, her son's condition has suddenly deteriorated because of this news, leaving her with no time to take care of these things.

However, I didn't expect that Yunyanghou would insist on welcoming him in regardless of the relationship between husband and wife, and regardless of the life and death of his son.

She felt that all of this was so unimaginable, this short period of less than one month was like a dream, and the man beside her was so strange and terrifying.

"It's too much, it's too bullying!" The more Fu Xiang thought about it, the more angry she became, her chest heaved, and she finally turned around and ran towards the door, stepping into the snow without hesitation, trying to stop people.

"Fu Xiang..." Qing Ye called out, but didn't stop her, turned her head to look at Mrs. Hou with a frown, and said, "This... servant girl, let's go and have a look too."

Shang Qingrong didn't answer, but Mother Lin gave Qingye a wink, and the latter bowed and chased after her.

It wasn't until the figures of the two servant girls left that Mother Lin worried: "Madam, do you think this can be stopped?"

Shang Qingrong shook his head slowly: "Now it's the twelfth lunar month, and the in-laws are walking around during the Spring Festival. I heard that the child is good at learning, the Yang family has carefully cultivated it, and he will be able to give it a try next year. How can he let go?"

Mother Lin was startled: "This..."

"Now that I think about it, he has already given up on Ling'er."

Fang Jinling was weak since he was a child, and spent two or three days on the sick bed. This disease brought about by his mother's womb made him never leave his soup and medicine. How could he study for fame?Even if the official position is in front of him, he doesn't have the effort.

Thinking of this, Shang Qingrong's eyes became moist: "This time he is determined to make a face for the Yang family, the more Fuxiang and the others stop him, the more he insists on going his own way, which makes me even more embarrassing."

Shang Qingrong's words made Mother Lin's heart ache, and she couldn't help but said anxiously: "Then why do you still let those two girls go?"

Shang Qingrong smiled miserably, his eyes fell on the face of the young man on the bed, with a trace of resentment and anger: "I just want to see how much weight Ling'er and I have in his heart, or let me know that he has entrusted me for life. What a heartless and ungrateful person."

The soup had cooled down, she wiped the wetness from her cheeks, and motioned for Nanny Lin to lift up the boy's upper body and let him lean against her arms.She adjusted her posture so that her son could lean more comfortably. Although the unconscious person was completely unconscious, she was extremely careful.

Nanny Lin picked up the medicine bowl and moved it to the boy's mouth. Shang Qing gently scooped up the spoon and carefully put it into his mouth, feeding it in bit by bit. Those who couldn't swallow, the medicine would naturally go along with most of the medicine. The corners of the lips flowed down.

Nanny Lin hastily put the veil on it, but seeing the extent of the concoction, she knew that she had hardly fed it in, and she couldn't help panicking: "Ma'am, this... the young master is not getting better, it seems to be getting worse and worse! "

Madam Hou's heart trembled, she forced herself to be calm and said: "Go and invite the doctor again, and get another name card, please invite the imperial physician, hurry up!"

"Yes."

Madam Lin went to call someone, Madam Hou took the medicine bowl and continued to feed Fang Jinling: "Ling'er, wake up quickly, drink the medicine, and you will be cured. You promise mother that you will live a long life, please." Open your mouth and drink, quickly drink the medicine..."

In Madam Hou's low begging voice, the stubborn spoon forcibly pried open the young man's lips, but helplessly, it couldn't stop the medicine from overflowing. After going back and forth like this, it spilled the skirt of the clothes and the bed, creating a mess.

When Nanny Lin came back, she heard a bang, and the spoon made a sound when it fell into the bowl, but Shang Qingrong couldn't feed it any more, collapsed and hugged her son and wept suppressedly.

"Ling'er, you're the only one left for my mother...you can't abandon my mother anyway..."

No matter how much Yunyang Hou betrayed his original oath and betrayed her friendship, she didn't care. Only her only son's deteriorating condition made her heartbroken.

However, who would have thought that the son of the Yunyang Hou Mansion would not be able to survive this winter at all, and was already dying.So far, the spirit is like a thread, and the vitality has never been cut off, but it is because a lonely soul from the later generations entered this body by accident.

Huge and complicated memory fragments kept filling his mind, making him feel dazed. Fang Jinling had no reaction to the outside world, so naturally he couldn't wake up.

But Madam Hou's begging in his ears seemed to break through his confusion all of a sudden, gripping his heart, allowing him to finally regain his thoughts from the messy memory and be able to accept the voices from the outside world.

The tip of the nose smelled a faint fragrance, but it belonged to my mother in my memory.

Fang Jinling wanted to raise his hand and hug this poor mother, but at the moment he was so weak that he couldn't move, and he couldn't even lift his eyelids to look at someone, let alone comfort him.

This naturally weak body is too weak!

Fortunately, the powerful new soul seemed to be injected with new power, his body was slowly merging and recovering, and he would be able to open his eyes soon.

It's just that for some reason, listening to the woman's plea made his heart feel sour, but his body resonated with him.

In a daze, the original Fang Jinling seemed to overlap with him.

At this time, an urgent voice came.

"Ma'am, Sister Fuxiang and Sister Qingye didn't stop me, and now Master Hou is bringing that... that pair of mother and child here..." The little maid who went to check on the door came back eagerly to report, "She said she wanted to see you."

Mother Lin was startled, and blurted out, "So fast?"

Even Shang Qingrong, who was holding Fang Jinling, stopped crying after hearing the words.

Then the little maid said in a crying voice: "Ma'am, the two sisters just got to the door, and they were gagged, and they didn't even have a chance to speak!"

Hearing that the handkerchief in Nanny Lin's hand had fallen off, she couldn't help taking a step back, and said in a trembling voice, "Master Hou is so cruel? This is hitting Madam in the face...how could this be?"

Shu Yunyuan looked at Shang Qingrong one after another, the latter hugged his son, and looked at the direction of the door, his eyes red from crying finally burst out with strong hatred, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, really good, Fang Wen Cheng is even more ruthless than I imagined... Nanny Lin!"

"lady."

Madam Hou carefully put her son down, then slowly got up, her unfocused gaze swept around, and asked, "Where is my sword?"

Mother Lin was startled when she heard the words, "What do you want a sword for?"

Madam Hou didn't answer, but ordered again: "Bring my sword."

Mother Lin's hands and feet were cold, and she finally realized that something was wrong with Shang Qingrong, she quickly advised: "Madam, this is the young master's room, without your sword, please calm down."

"Ling'er's, yes, this is Shuyun Courtyard..." Mrs. Hou staggered to stand up, but walked around the head of the bed. After reaching the screen, she saw the red tasseled spear that Fang Jinling had never used on the rack. As soon as he lifted it, he held it directly in his hand, with tears in his eyes and despair, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's me who knows people well and is naive and foolish, that's why I have been deceived for so many years. Blind like me, I ended up like this It deserves it. But..."

The seemingly weak and delicate Mrs. Yunyang Hou's momentum changed the moment she held the spear, her eyebrows were sharp, as if a red flame was burning on her body, burning away the tenderness and beauty, but burning out the hidden beauty for many years. Sharp and sharp.

"But my Ling'er shouldn't be implicated and let him suffer like this..." Her eyes burst out with intense hatred, as if she was going crazy, and she went all out, "Then no one should think about it!"

Mother Lin saw Shang Qingrong walking towards the door with a gun in hand, as if the Marquis of Xiling had cut off the enemy's head, she felt great grief, she couldn't help kneeling down to the boy on the bed, and burst into tears: "Master Ah, servant girl, please wake up—”

Shu Yunyuan immediately became confused, seeing Mrs. Hou as if she had gone away, Mother Lin was crying, but at this moment, there was an extremely weak coughing sound on the bed.

It seemed to be an illusion, but it seemed to press the rest symbol to make the surrounding quiet down, and then the coughing became heavier, until finally the young man called out in a hoarse voice: "Mother..."

The voice was obviously so soft, but it was like a bright light, instantly dispelling the dark clouds in everyone's hearts.