My country, you can pinch it

Shang Qingrong's condition is not much better than Yunyanghou, the latter hurts the body, but she hurts the heart.

The scratches, the blows to the heart, all came from the husband she once loved the most.This has nothing to do with being strong. The more you give, the more you will be hurt and the longer it will take you to recover.

The flat wife is not just a threat to her status and power, but also makes her deeply realize that Fang Wencheng doesn't love her, and even has enough of her.

Shang Qingrong locked himself in the room without seeing anyone.

Outside the house, Nanny Lin, Qing Ye, Fu Xiang, and even the little girl Sao Sa were all deeply worried, after persuasion and persuasion, the door remained motionless.

But fortunately, not long after, there were a few footsteps in the white-covered courtyard, and then a surprised voice was heard: "Why are you all at the door?"

Nanny Lin and the others turned their heads and saw Fang Jinling, dressed in snow-white fluff, walking slowly, looking at them curiously.

"Why is the young master here!" Surprised, Nanny Lin went up to greet Fang Jinling together with the maid, and grabbed Fang Jinling's hand, "It's freezing cold, the road is long, and the ground is slippery. How can the young master come here by himself when he is sick?" ? What if I fell down?"

The wrinkles on Madam Lin's face became deeper because of frowning, she looked at Zijing, and reprimanded: "You don't stop!"

Zijing lowered her eyebrows to be scolded and didn't say much.

Fang Jinling shook his head and said, "Don't blame them. I'm bored in the room all day, either sitting or lying down, and I don't feel well. I have my mother in mind, so I came over to have a look." As he spoke, his eyes fell on the closed door , "Is she in there?"

Sister Lin sighed, worried, and Fu Xiang said: "Yes, after Master Hou left, Madam locked herself in the room and saw no one."

Fang Jinling asked: "Do you know what happened? I ran into my father on the road, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, so he was in a panic."

Monk Qingrong, Hou of Yunyang, was talking alone, and he probably still had scruples about his face. Even if the dispute was not loud, if Shang Qing hadn't smashed the cup of tea, everyone wouldn't rush in.

After Madam Lin finished speaking, she was afraid that Fang Jinling might misunderstand, so she hurriedly said, "Although this old slave doesn't know what happened, I'm sure it must be the Hou Ye who said too much that made Madam furious. Young Master, you know that Madam is always tolerant. Forbearance, you have been so considerate to Lord Hou for so many years, don't think it's Madam's fault!"

No matter what the husband does, it is absolutely unbearable for a wife to beat her husband. In ordinary families, if the husband's family is stronger, they can divorce their wives.

Fang Jinling smiled and said, "Nurse, am I that stupid?"

At this time, a gust of wind blew, bringing a sense of coldness, Fang Jinling lowered his head, shrinking his neck, his throat was a little itchy.

Seeing this, Qing Ye hurriedly said: "Nurse, it's cold in the porch, why don't you let the young master go to the side room to rest for a while and drink some warm tea."

"Young master, come with me quickly."

However, Fang Jinling did not leave. Instead, he came to the closed door, raised his hand, knocked, and called, "Mother, Ling'er is here, please open the door."

The boy's voice was full of worry. If it was normal, Shang Qingrong would definitely not want to embarrass his son, but today...

Everyone waited for a while, but there was still no movement at the door.

So Fang Jinling knocked on the door again, but to no avail.

"This..." Everyone looked at each other, and even Fang Jinling didn't work.

However, Fang Jinling's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't knock on the door again. He just raised the volume a little and said, "Mother, if you are sad and want to be alone for a while, Ling'er will wait next door if you want to see me if you don't want to disturb you." .”

Although the distance between Shuyunyuan and Songzhuyuan is not too far, but with Fang Jinling's body, it is still a bit difficult to walk over, and his legs and feet are not up to date, and he is actually tired at the moment.He went to the side house to rest and have tea, and waited for Shang Qingrong by the way.

Nanny Lin accompanied him, while Qing Ye and Fu Xiang took turns guarding the door of the main room, looking anxious.

Finally, after noon, Nanny Lin couldn't sit still anymore.Fang Jinling then stood up, but instead of knocking on the door, he walked slowly down the corridor and into the courtyard.

"Master, it's cold in the yard!" The maids chased him down.

However, Fang Jinling turned a deaf ear to it, and went to a window based on his memory. The layout of the house here was similar, and it was the window in the inner room of the master bedroom. You could see the courtyard and enjoy the scenery.The window was a little high, but Fang Jinling didn't intend to climb up, because Shang Qingrong could hear him without speaking too loudly.

"Mother." He begged weakly, "It's past noon, Ling'er is hungry."

"Will you accompany me to lunch?"

"I want to eat pipa prawns, sweet and sour braised pork, squirrel mandarin fish, eight-treasure crispy duck, charcoal-grilled lamb leg, steamed meat with Su Xue powder, by the way, there are also pearl fish slices, fried pheasant, and dry-stir-fried beef Si, pigeon with winter bamboo shoots..."

He reported the names of a long list of dishes, but unfortunately his lungs were not strong enough, before finishing the report, he coughed a few times, which became more and more worrying, which only made the servant girl cry out in worry.

This movement finally made the motionless window respond.

"It's all meaty, are you planning to get rid of your body?" Shang Qingrong pushed open the window and said in a hoarse voice.Her temples were wet, her hair was disheveled, and her red and swollen eyes could hardly be opened, which showed that she had cried hard.

Shang Qingrong, who has always been well-dressed and cares about appearance, will appear in this appearance, so Fang Jinling greets the ancestors of the Fang family who started the world from the bottom of their hearts.But there was no anger on his face, instead his eyebrows and eyes were raised, as if he didn't see Shang Qingrong's embarrassment, he asked nonchalantly: "Mother, do your hands hurt?"

Shang Qingrong was taken aback, "What?"

"I saw the slap marks on Dad's face. It's so deep and swollen. His skin is so thick. Did your hands hurt?"

"Pfft..." A little girl who was eavesdropping couldn't hold back her laughter.

Shang Qingrong twitched the corners of her mouth, looked at her son who was pretending to be well-behaved, finally burst out laughing, and sighed deeply: "Come in soon."

Fuxiang brought the water basin, Qingye twisted the veil, just as Nanny Lin was about to take it, she heard Fang Jinling say, "Let me do it."

Nanny Lin didn't insist, and let the young man carefully wipe away the tears on his mother's face, and put on a clean and cool handkerchief to carefully look at her red and swollen eyes.

Shang Qingrong remained motionless, his distant eyes fell on Fang Jinling's porcelain-white delicate face, his long eyelashes flickered, the young man pursed his light-colored lips, his face was serious, and he took care of his hands carefully for fear of hurting her.

A warm current flowed from the bottom of my heart, soaking the heart that was riddled with wounds by her husband, and slowly nourishing and healing.

"Okay, be careful to freeze your fingers." The veil on the eyes was a bit cold, Shang Qingrong felt sorry for him, and raised his hand to take off the veil, "Aren't you hungry, go and eat."

There was a long list of dishes just now, but with Fang Jinling's bad body, he couldn't eat them. The food in front of him was still plain, but fortunately, there was still a bowl of chicken soup that had been removed from the oil, which could moisten the taste buds and be regarded as a consolation , Shang Qingrong ate with him.

After the meal, it was a bitter medicine that could not be escaped. Seeing that Fang Jinling's eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled together, Shang Qingrong wiped his mouth and stuffed him with a caramel.

Fang Jinling held the candy in his mouth and slowly melted it in his mouth. The sweet taste made his frowning brows finally melt away, and he suddenly became enlightened. His features were indescribably clean and beautiful.

If it weren't for those clear eyes looking at her now, although they are not scorching, but they can't let her escape, Shang Qingrong can appreciate it for a long time, but in the end she smiled bitterly: "Ling'er, mother didn't want you to worry."

"You keep it from me, so I can think wildly." Fang Jinling said, "My son doesn't want to suddenly learn from other people."

Shang Qingrong's heart ached when she heard the words, so far she said: "Your father wants to make Yang Shi equal to his wife."

"what!"

Before Fang Jinling could respond, Qing Ye and Fu Xiang, who was pouring tea, cried out in shock, and Nanny Lin couldn't even hold the handkerchief in her hand.

"Is Lord Hou crazy?"

"How could he do that!"

"Ping's wife is..." Fang Jinling could understand these two words literally, but after all, she didn't quite understand the difference between her and the wife she was marrying.

Fu Xiang hurriedly explained: "As the name implies, being able to sit on an equal footing with Madam, not to mention waking up in the morning like other concubines, being obedient and obedient, even spending on food and clothing is comparable to the wife of the main house. They are serious marriages, and more importantly...the child she gave birth to has the same qualifications as your young master in terms of succession to the title! How is this different from favoring concubines and destroying wives?"

The explanation was very detailed, Fang Jinling did not wrong the Marquis of Yunyang as expected.

Mother Lin asked: "Didn't you say that you are satisfied as long as you enter the door? Why do you want to raise your wife all of a sudden?"

Shang Qingrong said indifferently: "He said that he was under pressure from the Yang family, and he was afraid that the Yang family would be bullied by me."

Combined with yesterday, Nanny Lin suddenly became furious: "The Yang family is really deceiving people too much. Do you really think that if you recover, you can do whatever you want?"

"Ma'am, you must never agree!"

Shang Qingrong's eyes were gloomy, "I didn't agree, but..."

"You know you can't stop it." Suddenly Fang Jinling said.

"Master?"

Fang Jinling looked at Shang Qingrong, and said word by word: "Because it has nothing to do with the Yang family, it's what my father wanted."

With tears in his eyes, Shang Qingrong nodded slowly.

Fu Xiang was shocked, but she couldn't believe it: "Impossible, madam can't compare to that slut. In terms of appearance and family background, that slut is not worthy to carry shoes for madam! What's more, madam has been doing housework for the Hou Mansion for so many years. Managed property, well-organized, who has never praised his ability and envied the blessing of Lord Hou? Such a wife is hard to find even with a lantern!"

"Unless Master Hou is in a daze, he will never dislike Madam."

Nanny Lin and Qing Ye nodded one after another, and looked at Shang Qingrong eagerly, wanting to get an answer.

But Shang Qingrong said: "He didn't get dizzy, he was always sober, but it was me..." She laughed at herself, "Actually, I should have known earlier. He proposed to marry me not because he likes me, but because he has nowhere to go. choose."

Hearing this, Fang Jinling's eyes darkened, which was consistent with his previous speculation, but it didn't make him happy. He pursed his lips and said, "Because of Xilinghoufu."

Shang Qingrong was extremely sad, but indifferently, said frankly: "Yes, the Yang family was in trouble, and there was no one in the Fang family court. He was implicated and his official career was at the end of the road. It happened that a stupid girl from the border was caught by his appearance. His eyes were dazzled by his sensuality, he insisted on marrying regardless of his father and brother's objections, and he didn't care about his future, and relying on the prestige of the Xiling Hou Mansion, he finally got a place in the court. I thought that sincerity was exchanged, but after so many years of husband and wife together, it has long been Regardless of each other, I didn't expect that it was all my wishful thinking, deceiving myself and others."

For Shang Qingrong to cut his heart like this, it can be seen that he has shattered his last hope and accepted the reality.

It must be painful.

Mother Lin couldn't bear it, and called out: "Madam..."

Fu Xiang listened and murmured: "But I don't understand, Madam and Lord Hou are kind, shouldn't I be grateful?"

Fang Jinling said: "I read a story in a book. There was a highly respected minister who was murdered by an adulterer. The whole family was imprisoned. Only one daughter was married to another woman, and he was not held accountable. He was grateful for his innocence. He was confused, so he secretly entrusted his son-in-law to take care of his daughter, with the feeling of taking care of and supporting her for many years. The son-in-law was poor and had nothing, and Gein married his daughter to have today. He thought that the son-in-law would be grateful, but he did not expect that the son-in-law would write a letter of divorce when he returned home. I can't wait to let my wife go to court." At this point, he paused, and saw the wide-eyed eyes around him listening carefully, and continued, "Everyone was puzzled, and asked him why he was so heartless and righteous, even disregarding his reputation."

"Yeah, why?" Fu Xiang couldn't help asking.Although it is annoying, normally speaking, even if you are slow to neglect, it is better than just throwing trouble at the Yue family just after suffering, right?

Not only her, everyone, including Shang Qingrong, looked at Fang Jinling.

Fang Jinling looked at Shang Qingrong, and said in a low voice: "He said, with his wife by his side, he would remind him from time to time that what he has today was not obtained by his own talent, but was given by his wife's family, which hurt his self-esteem and suffered day and night. It’s better to end it sooner.”

After finishing speaking, Shang Qingrong froze in place.

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Fang Jinling: This should be regarded as a model of soft food but hard food.