My country, you can pinch it

With just this one sound, the laughter just now seemed to be frozen. Fang Jinling saw Shang Qingrong's relaxed smile fade away in an instant, and the gloom and irritability gathered between her brows again. It's just that in front of her son, she didn't Confidence, he brushed off his sleeves, sat on the chair next to the bed, without getting up.

Fuxiang walked to her side silently, offered a cup of tea, lowered her head, and whispered: "Ma'am, the mother and child have already entered through the small door, and the servants have placed them in Tingyuxuan, and sent them to Ting Yuxuan. It's over, but..."

Shang Qingrong didn't move his eyes, took a sip from the teacup.

Fu Xiang continued: "The Yang family sent the maids around her out of the mansion to go to the Yang family."

Shang Qingrong paused slightly, and Mother Lin listened and said: "I'm afraid I'm going to sue Master Yang."

Already blatantly entered the gate, even if it seemed to be low-key, it was still domineering, but Shang Qingrong was more powerful, not to mention being frightened, and had to enter through the side door in desperation, which can be described as embarrassing.

Yang is not a law-abiding person, how could he suffer from this, he must find a backer.

Fang Jinling listened, and couldn't help looking at Shang Qingrong worriedly. Although he didn't know the ins and outs, he knew that this concubine's identity was not simple after listening to a few words.

Seeing this, Shang Qingrong shook her head, smiled and comforted: "It's nothing." She turned her head and said, "It's a little cold in the room, add some more charcoal, be careful, don't smoke Ling'er."

Suyun responded and went down, but she didn't want to almost bump into Yunyanghou who just came in.

"Ah, Miss Suyun, be careful when you walk, you didn't see Master Hou..." Wen Fu, who followed Yunyanghou, helped the master for a while, and couldn't help scolding, but before he finished speaking, he raised his head, Seeing Fuxiang's god-like eyes, she immediately laughed silently.

I just heard Fu Xiang say: "Hurry up and go, don't be indifferent to young master, others don't care, and those around our wife have to care."

Without saying a word, Suyun seemed to have forgotten to salute, and left in a hurry.

In an instant, the whole room could hear the sound of a needle falling.

Fang Jinling listened to Fuxiang's sarcasm, and Yunyanghou's face suddenly turned ugly, but he knew it was not the time to attack.

It's just that when he walked up to Shang Qingrong's side and coughed deliberately, the latter was still sitting on the bed and drinking tea calmly, as if he didn't notice the person at all, and didn't even get up, his face turned dark It's like the bottom of a pot.

deserve it!

Fang Jinling sighed from the bottom of his heart, expressing his joy at hearing and seeing this.

Speaking of which, his mother is really self-restraining, this kind of scumbag is released to future generations, no matter what, he has to beat him so hard that he can't take care of himself. His mother just threatened him with a gun, which is really too cheap for him.

The medicine originally contained soothing ingredients, but now Fang Jinling didn't feel sleepy at all, and watched with wide eyes.

Marquis Yunyang turned around, seeing no one was paying attention to him, he was extremely embarrassed, Wen Fu kept giving him winks, and Chao Shang lightly pouted, telling him to give in first.

Once upon a time, when Shang Qingrong saw him, no matter what she was doing, no matter how busy she was, she would immediately put down the affairs in hand, stood up to greet him with a smile, was gentle and considerate and asked his health, how could she be indifferent now.

Such a gap made him feel uncomfortable, so he hesitated again and again.

Fang Jinling thought it was ridiculous and funny when he saw how the Marquis of Yunyang had lost all his clothes but was still holding on to his face.He couldn't help looking at Shang Qingrong, wondering in his heart, what does his mother like about this man?It seems that even Wen Fu is more pleasing to the eye than this person.

Still Fuxiang sneered and said, "Wen Fu, if your eyes are cramped, go outside and wait. Who are you trying to scare?"

Fu Xiang's words made Wen Fu froze in place with staring eyes and pouting his mouth. It was really strange, and Fang Jin managed to make a loud voice: "Chi..."

This laughter was especially clear in the quiet room. Yunyang Hou finally seized the opportunity, turned around and blamed Fang Jinling: "Why, I haven't studied to learn, but I don't even have manners. not called?"

Fang Jinling: "..." He blinked his eyes, this is a soft persimmon, right?

Among the few memory fragments of the original owner, because his body was too weak when he was a child, he was unable to read and practice for a long time, and his homework was sparse.Shang Qingrong never asked him to make any achievements, so he doted on him a lot. After teaching him how to read and write, Fang Jinling liked everything else.Only the Marquis of Yunyang was quite disappointed by this, at some point, looking at him was like looking at a piece of trash, and his amiable face was full of impatient admonitions.

The original owner was sensitive by nature, and naturally felt his father's dislike for him, so the father and son were not close.

It's just that the original owner was kind, and always thought that he was not up to date. When he was in better health, he worked hard to study and practice calligraphy in order to win his father's favor. Unfortunately...

Now that Fang Jinling combined the mother and son, he immediately understood that he had given his father's love to the other, and left his dislike to him.

Fang Jinling felt sorry for the original owner, and also felt resentful towards the Marquis of Yunyang, so he couldn't help saying, "Father is a learned man, so you don't know the etiquette?"

Shang Qingrong was originally angry at Yunyang Hou's ignorant reprimand, and was about to stand up for his son, but when he heard Fang Jinling's words, he was suddenly surprised.

When did the introverted and quiet son learn to talk back?

Not only was she surprised, but Yunyang Hou didn't react for a while, this son who was like Miss Chun, every time he saw his admonition, he would either silently accept it, or turn around and get sick, and would actually contradict him with eloquence!And he caught his sore spot and said, Yunyanghou suddenly became angry and said: "Presumptuous."

"What presumptuousness, what did Ling'er say wrong?" Shang Qingrong put down the teacup and looked at him coldly, "No matter how many books you read, don't you still do such shameless things? Are you here to do it?" What, didn't you see that Ling'er was weak and couldn't get out of bed? That's how you came to visit him?"

She is not a fool, how can she be confused about things that Fang Jinling, who has just arrived, can figure out.

Thinking of this, my originally peaceful mood suddenly became turbulent, and I stood up straight, staring at Yunyanghou with cold eyes, gnashing my teeth and saying, "I'm so stupid, Ling'er is weak, and he can't honor the Fang family, he feels guilty." , I am ashamed to let you treat him so poorly! It is said that blood is connected, and father and son are born with nature, but you have already had a different heart! Do you still hope that Ling'er can't wake up from this, so that you can make room for your illegitimate son?"

Shang Qingrong questioned Fang Jinling, and the remaining emotions of the original owner surged up, making his eyes wet.

Yunyanghou couldn't help taking a step back, he was very sure that if he dared to admit it, Shang Qingrong would be able to tear him apart today.

"It's nothing, why do you think so?" Yunyanghou rolled his throat subconsciously, "Ling'er is my son, why should I expect him to be bad?"

If Shang Qingrong was still kept in the dark, she would still believe this defense, but after seeing clearly the heart and dog lungs of this person, she would not believe it.

"That child looks not much younger than Ling'er, do you dare to say that you don't have such thoughts?"

"No, no, it was an accident." Yunyanghou repeatedly denied, he looked hysterical at Shang Qingrong, and quickly said, "Qingrong, are you going to argue with me like this in front of Ling'er?"

In an instant, Shang Qingrong froze in anger, and turned to look at Fang Jinling.

But Fang Jinling said almost indifferently: "I have been in a coma for two days, and my father has never come to visit me. If I don't wake up today, is my father going to let your beloved son serve in my filial piety?"

With just one sentence, Shang Qingrong's eyes became extremely terrifying.

No matter how much the Marquis of Yunyang's excuses are, the fact that his son-in-law's life and death are still unknown today, but he still insists on welcoming him in, becomes pale and powerless.

"I didn't know that Ling'er was so sick!" Yunyang Hou's heart trembled. This was telling the truth. Fang Jinling was easily sick and bedridden in autumn and winter, and he was used to it.

But this also exposed the fact that he didn't care about his son-in-law. He subconsciously looked at the door, and wanted to rush out when he saw it.

No matter how virtuous and virtuous these years are, Shang Qingrong is still the daughter of a general who came from the border. Once she gets mad, Marquis Yunyang knows that she will not be able to hold back.

"Fang Wencheng... Get out of here, don't force me to do anything." This is her son's bedroom, and she doesn't want to do anything.

Under the eyes of his son, many maids and women watched, and finally Yunyang Hou couldn't even say a word of condolences, and left in embarrassment. Wen Fu's face was ashen, and he didn't dare to stay, so he chased him out.

"Ma'am..." Nanny Lin and the two maidservants watched, and before they could say any words of comfort, tears were streaming down their faces.

Shang Qingrong sat down slowly, looking at Fang Jinling with red eyes, angry and sad, and heart ashamed.

Fang Jinling wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back, and stretched out her hand silently, and the mother and son held each other tightly.

His body is weak, and he can't last long, the medicine takes effect, and soon he can't open his eyes, in a daze, he heard Shang Qingrong coaxing in a low voice: "Sleep, mother will be here with you."

Hearing this, Fang Jinling obediently obeyed and lay down, but he still insisted and said, "That mother should also go to rest."

Shang Qingrong nodded with a smile: "Okay."

But Fang Jinling didn't close his eyes and just looked at her like that.

Seeing this, Mother Lin came over to persuade her, "Madam, if you don't go, the young master may be worried."

Hearing this, Fang Jinling nodded slightly. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Shang Qingrong's eyebrows and eyes, brushing away the wetness left on her eyelashes, and said in a low voice: "It's all black, Linger is good!" Distressed."

In an instant, Shang Qingrong was so sad that she couldn't control herself, she could no longer refuse: "Mother listen to Ling'er."

Fu Xiang hurriedly said: "Let's keep this servant, the nanny will accompany the madam to rest."

Nanny Lin was getting older and couldn't bear it, so she didn't refuse.

Before Shang Qingrong left, he looked back at Fang Jinling again. The sleepy-eyed young man was looking at her with a smile in his crooked eyes, but he said firmly: "Mom, don't be afraid, Ling'er is here, I will protect you from now on." .”

Shang Qingrong didn't rest for long, and came back in the evening. At this time, Fuxiang was sitting aside and dozing off, opening her eyes from time to time to see if Fang Jinling had covered herself with the quilt.

There were gentle footsteps behind her, and she ordered in a low voice: "There are enough charcoal fires, don't add any more."

"Brush the incense."

Fu Xiang was taken aback, turned her head, and hurriedly got up to meet her, "Ma'am."

"Is Ling'er awake?"

"No, the young master slept really deeply this time, and he didn't move at all. It smells very fragrant."

Shang Qingrong smiled, looking at Fang Jinling's peaceful face, comforted in her heart, she sat down gently by the bed, couldn't help but reached out and stroked his temple hair.

Fu Xiang hesitated, but finally said: "Madam, why did you come back so soon?"

"I squinted for a while, and I couldn't fall asleep. Go down, and I will accompany him."

Fu Xiang then nodded: "The servant girl went to see the young master's medicine, he can just drink it when he wakes up."

Shang lightly nodded.

Hearing the soft closing of the door outside, she let out a long breath.

Where can she sleep, her mind is full of the false warmth that made her happy in the past, and then a little bit of cruelty and brokenness turned into a deep betrayal.Clearly heartbroken, but still masochistically reminiscing scene after scene, finding clues that have been overlooked from those trivial details, and then turning them into swords to stab the heart full of holes.

She didn't want to do this, but she just couldn't control it, and she was extremely sad, which was deep resentment.

Shang Qingrong knew that the gun she shot today was not just a threat, she really wanted to kill the couple at that moment, to let them know how angry she was.

Once this idea of ​​revenge arises, she can't get rid of it, making her feel that she has become a hideous face.

Realizing this, she didn't lie down and think about it, but got up and walked out of the room. However, when she looked at the Yunyanghou Mansion, which she had devoted many years of hard work and meticulous care, the sights and views that she loved so much were no longer there. Become unfamiliar and disgusting.

She found that she didn't love it here.

If you are ruthless, I will leave. The children of the border should be like this, but...

Fang Jinling fell into a hazy sleep. He seemed to have a dream. He saw his long-lost mother. Her smile was so gentle, which made him feel warm and happy.However, after a while, the smiling mother shed tears, crying hysterically and heartbroken while holding a young boy's corpse... and that boy was... herself——

Fang Jinling suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the curtain above his head. Dreams and reality were intertwined, so that he didn't know where he was for a while, but suddenly a whisper fell into his ear.

"Ling'er, mother wants to make peace."

Fang Jinling was startled, and finally realized who was talking, but before he could answer, there was the sound of crying.The choked sobs sounded like a knife, and his heart ached, and it hurt.

Shang Qingrong didn't know that he had woken up, she just looked for comfort beside her son, and released Fang Jinling's long-suffering pain while sleeping, and she never wanted to get a response to those words.

Fang Jinling didn't disturb Shang Qingrong, and still lay flat like this. When his body was about to become stiff, Shang Qingrong finally stopped crying.

The cloth rubbed against each other, and she straightened up. Fang Jinling quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be in a deep sleep.

A gentle hand brushed away the messy sleeping hair on his forehead, and then there was a moist and soft touch on his forehead, and Shang gently kissed his smooth forehead.

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Fang Jinling: I didn't have a father in my previous life, so how can I miss my father in this life?