My country, you can pinch it

Fang Jinling was carefully lifted up and leaned against a big soft cushion, his eyes flicked over the surrounding decorations one by one.

Even when merging the memory fragments, he already knew that he had become an ancient young master, and such an unscientific thing happened as a resurrection of the dead, but as a struggling young man who grew up under the red flag and was contributing to the construction of socialism, Fang Jinling still found it unbelievable.

His gaze paused on the intricately carved window panes and door leaves, and then moved to a round mahogany table not far away, surrounded by four-legged round stools, and on the table were a pot-bellied teapot and four celadon tea cups Looking up, you can still see the tiles and wooden tenons through the beams above your head...

His heart suddenly felt heavy, and his fingers subconsciously rubbed the quilt. The satin brocade quilt embroidered with peony blossoms and auspicious blossoms conveyed the real touch of embroidery, and even the people and objects, all of which were full of antique flavors, except for the ancient costumes. It was impossible to find such a place in his time anymore.

And his hands, Fang Jinling lowered his head, opened his eyes involuntarily, and found that he was not only thinner, but even smaller than before. These are completely unfamiliar hands!

Really crossed!

A sudden fever saved a person who committed suicide, but he ruined his own life, and then traveled to ancient times.So is this God pitying him for giving him an extra life, or is he punishing him for meddling in his own business?

There is no mobile phone, no air conditioner, no Wi-Fi, not even a toilet... Tsk, how do you live?

Shang Qingrong saw her son woke up with a dazed face, as if he was still in a dream, so she didn't dare to say anything, until Mother Lin brought the medicine again, she said: "Ling'er, drink the medicine .”

The gentle voice finally brought Fang Jinling back to his senses, and his gaze shifted from the object to the person in front of him, with a languid bun and a golden hairpin swinging, it was the noble lady walking out of the painting.However, when Fang Jinling saw the lady's face clearly, he suddenly froze, his eyes sore in a trance, and he blurted out: "Mom..."

Shang Qingrong's appearance is surprisingly similar to Fang Jinling's deceased mother.

Shang Qingrong was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't hear clearly, he couldn't help asking with a smile: "Ling'er, what did you say?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fang Jinling knew that they were not the same person. Although they looked alike, they were not. The lady in front of her was younger and more beautiful, her eyebrows and eyes were cleaner, but her tenderness and love were the same.

For some reason, Fang Jinling's heart ached, as if feeling the emotion left in his body, and cried out again with tears in his eyes: "Mother."

The hoarse voice was clearly audible.

"Hey, it's good that Ling'er wakes up, but I'm worried about my dead mother!" Shang Qingrong finally relaxed his brows and smiled.The smile on her face was as bright as a spring flower, even though she was haggard, she was still very beautiful.

The spoon filled with the medicine was delivered to Fang Jinling's mouth, Shang Qingrong urged softly: "Drink it while it's hot, mother feeds you."

The dark Chinese medicine juice has not yet touched the taste buds, just the smell from the tip of the nose can tell how "touching" the taste will be, but under Shang Qingrong's loving eyes, the old mothers and maids around are looking forward to it, Fang Jinling Still drink it silently.

One bite at a time, the bitterness spread in his mouth, making the root of his tongue numb, but it seemed that he was soaked in his mother's love, and he actually felt that he could bear it, even when the bitterness was extreme, he could still taste a little sweetness in the aftertaste.

Fang Jinling suddenly understood this time travel. He lost his mother, and the lady lost her son. God couldn't bear it, so he let him live instead of that young master Fang.

He fixedly looked at the lady in front of him, and said in his heart: If that's the case, let's time travel.

The same name, two lives, merged here.

Shang Qingrong was a little surprised by Fang Jinling's burning eyes, and couldn't help asking: "Ling'er, are you feeling unwell?"

Having said that, Fang Jinling felt that his body weighed a thousand catties, his limbs were weak and weak, and he couldn't help but want to raise his hand, which also became a little difficult: "What's wrong with me..."

Nanny Lin said: "Master, you are so anxious that you almost won't be able to come back."

Following Nanny Lin's words, fragments in Fang Jinling's mind suddenly appeared——

In this room, a chubby boy hurriedly ran in and told him something, so excited that he even gestured with his hands and feet, and then his emotions surged, and his eyes went dark...

Combining the words that Fang Jinling vaguely heard when he was asleep just now, Fang Jinling quickly put together the ins and outs, and suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth.

The original master was weak from the womb, and fell ill twice in three days. He was soaked in medicine jars for so many years, and was usually raised in the Hou's mansion.

Shang Qingrong raised his son meticulously and never let any trifles disturb him, so when he first heard that his father was raising a child outside to let his mother down, there was also an illegitimate son who was as old as him, he couldn't take it anymore, he vomited blood and fell into a coma.

In fact, he was already dead, which made Fang Jinling wake up from his body in later generations.

Now this scumbag father brought his concubine back to the mansion... Oh, no, that's not considered a concubine, she doesn't even have a title, it's just called the outer room, and now he's here to ask his wife for a qualification certification of.

Fang Jinling looked at his mother with exquisite eyebrows and picturesque eyes, she was a rare beauty from any angle, with such a beautiful wife, he really couldn't understand that cheap father still wanted to go out to steal sex, and listening to the conversation seemed to be married It didn't take long to cheat.

Tsk, I don't know what happened to the concubine and the illegitimate child, but the scumbag father is solid.

At the door, the little maid reported current affairs: "Madam, Master Hou has arrived at Shuyun Courtyard."

Fang Jinling's good mood after waking up ruined everything completely by the news, Shang Qingrong pursed his lips, and there was an undercurrent in his eyes.

Suddenly, a hand came over, and Shang Qingrong raised his eyes, only to see Fang Jinling smiled at her, and said softly: "Mother, no matter what you do, my son will stand by your side."

After two days of coma, the already weak young man's bloodless face became even thinner, which made his eyes bigger, clear and bright, reflecting her shadow.

For a moment, Shang Qingrong felt that she was fearless, and slowly nodded: "Don't worry, mother knows what to do, and she won't let those bitches disturb you."

She stood up, then raised her hand to Nanny Lin: "Give me the gun."

Mother Lin was startled, and was immediately embarrassed: "Ma'am... this... the young master is awake, why are you still..." She looked at Fang Jinling with an anxious expression on her face.

But Fang Jinling's eyes fell on the silver-headed red-tasseled spear, and his eyes flashed coldly. It can be seen that this is not for playing around, but can really hurt people.Although the gun belonged to the original owner, but his body is too weak, he has never lifted the gun, and now it is in Shang Qingrong's hands, it is indescribably majestic.

"handsome!"

Nanny Lin was stunned: "Master, what did you say?"

"I said, the appearance of my mother holding a gun is very sassy, ​​like a female general."

Fang Jinling actually raised his thumbs up, showing admiration on his face.

Sister Lin: "..." She didn't know that her young master had such a temperament of fearing chaos, and at this time she didn't persuade Madam but supported her.

Shang Qingrong raised the corners of her lips when she heard the words, and under her son's praise, she gently stroked the gun, and said: "My Shang family has always been famous for its marksmanship, and my brothers have learned the truth, but I prefer swords, but... on As for marksmanship, I didn't embarrass the Shang family either!"

Then she said softly to Fang Jinling: "Ling'er, you should rest well, mother will come as soon as she goes."

In fact, looking at Fang Jinling's appearance, one can tell that Fang Wencheng, Marquis of Yunyang, is a rare handsome man. He is tall, fair-skinned and elegant, with a bookish air and an elegant demeanor.

It's no wonder that the young lady of the Xiling Hou Mansion, who was very popular at the time, took the fancy of her, so she didn't want to marry a non-qing.

But now the good husband and son-in-law recognized by the entire capital walked into the Yunyang Hou Mansion with a delicate and slender woman at his side, followed by a handsome boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, surrounded by the servants of the Hou Mansion all the way to the court. They came with Fang Jinling's Shuyun Courtyard.

It seems that it was expected that it would not be so easy to enter the door. I don't know whose idea it was. When the two servant girls, Fuxiang and Qingye, appeared, a strong servant pulled him away. People covered their mouths.

Mrs. Yunyang Hou has been by Fang Jinling's side for the past two days, and she is absolutely determined not to appear at the door to block people, so she can enter the door without hindrance if she takes down the big girl next to her.

Such a resolute method obviously surprised the spectators around him. Unexpectedly, the Marquis of Yunyang, who was obedient to his wife, would be so determined and cruel, so he immediately calmed down the servants in the mansion.

No matter how Mrs. Hou manages the family and controls the servants on weekdays, the ultimate master of the Hou Mansion is still the Marquis of Yunyang.

The group of people arrived at Shuyun Courtyard unimpeded, and it was not until standing at the gate of this courtyard that the resolute Yunyanghou slowed down, with obvious hesitation and guilt on his face. He had been with each other for many years, and he could hold Hou in front of his servants. It's a grandpa's airs, but he has never scorned his wife like this.

Therefore, if you really want to meet people, you are a little afraid to face them.

Suddenly a catkin grabbed his hand, and the person beside him called out tremblingly: "Brother Cheng..."

Yunyanghou turned her head and saw Yang's terrified face. It seemed that she turned pale because of fear, and she held his hand even harder. Her eyes looked timid and weak, and she looked at the person behind her. The young man also looked at him anxiously.

Immediately, Yunyang Hou's swaying heart tilted again.

No matter what, Shang Qingrong is the mistress of the house, but it is even more difficult for the mother and son to make a living under her hands.Yunyanghou felt that if they softened their hearts now, it would be difficult for them to gain a foothold in the mansion in the future.

After so many years of guilt, letting their mother and son live outside, and finally coming back, I can't be too wronged.

He took a deep breath and said, "Madam is inside, no matter what you have to kowtow, don't be rude."

Yang nodded obediently: "Brother Cheng, don't worry, it's a concubine's honor to serve Madam."

Yunyanghou said comfortingly: "You have always been sensible, she has a strong temper and is angry in her heart, if she scolds you later, she should be wronged, don't argue. She is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and she will definitely know your kindness after a long time."

Yang's face paused slightly when she heard this, then she melted into a smile, and said softly: "What brother Cheng said is the fault of my concubine. No matter whether the wife beats or scolds, it should be done. What grievance? As long as Madam can calm down and make brother Cheng less embarrassed, I can do whatever I want. "

She beckoned to her son as she said, and said: "When you see mother later, you must be obedient and say hello, and you must respect her more than me, remember?"

Fang Jinyu bit her lip, and when Yunyang Hou looked over, she obediently responded, "Yes, Jinyu will obey her father's orders."

Seeing this, Marquis Yunyang was furious in his heart, he couldn't help holding Yang's hand and said: "You have always been so gentle and kind, if the teacher hadn't encountered a disaster back then, you didn't have to commit yourself to me, us……"

Pressing Yunyanghou's lips with two fingers, Yang's eyes were reddish: "What's the point of Brother Cheng saying this? I'm willing to do this. I only hope that you and I can be together in the future and see Jinyu's future. , I have nothing more to ask for."

Yunyang Hou nodded again and again, moved by Yang's understanding, if he was still light-hearted, he could understand him like this, put himself in his shoes, and he wouldn't need to be so troubled.

The two walked into Shuyun Courtyard hand in hand, but in this huge courtyard, there was a little maid waiting at the door, but the rest were nowhere to be seen.

When the little maid saw him, she just saluted casually, and before Yunyang Hou frowned, she told the door: "Ma'am, Lord Hou has arrived."

After speaking, the door opened.

In an instant, Yang felt that Marquis Yunyang's whole body tensed up, and even she couldn't help becoming tense.

A figure was elongated by the sunlight, only to hear Yunyang Hou say: "Madam, we have discussed before, today Yingxue and Jinyu come in to kowtow to you."

There was a tinge of flattery in Yunyanghou's voice, Yang Shi settled down, then bowed his knees respectfully, and was about to kneel down: "My concubine, Yang Shi Yingxue, has seen her husband...ah——"

The bright silver gun reflected the icy light in the sunlight, and the red tassels flashed in front of his eyes. Under the terrified eyes, the tip of the gun plunged into the gap between the bluestone floor tiles in front of Yang.

The tip of the gun hit the ground for three points, and the barrel of the gun shook violently. It can be seen that if the force is aimed at someone...

Yang was so frightened, she fell back and sat on the ground with a plop, but Yunyanghou didn't have time to help her, or he was also shocked.