Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 37 A Family of Three

"The lord has arrived! The lord has arrived!"

With the continuous singing of harmony, the crowd automatically divided to two sides, leaving a wide aisle in the middle for the carriage of the prefect's mansion to pass.

The scene became more and more crowded, soldiers of the Hu family's mansion pretended to be ordinary people and spread around, surrounding Jiang Fosang's place without a trace, so that no one else could get close.

Seeing this, Liang Nai feels relieved, and still tells Calamus and You Cao to be more careful and protect the female monarch.

Jiang Fosang didn't pay attention to these, her eyes followed the huge carriage in the middle.

Intuition told her that the person she wanted to see was also inside.

The carriage stopped in front of the high platform.

The middle-aged man in a gown with long sleeves and a lacquered sarong crown came down first. His body was dignified, majestic, and extremely charming. It is said that he was also a romantic figure in his youth.

Facing the cheers of the people, he first waved his hand, then turned around and stretched out his hand towards the carriage with a smile.

The maidservants on both sides parted the curtain of the carriage, and a woman came out of it.

Plenty of flesh and bones, and a slender body——it really looks alluring!

The moment the prefect's wife appeared, the cheers of the people reached the peak, and there was a feeling of boiling over.

But in this situation, the beautiful woman just nodded her head slightly, her face was cold, and she didn't really smile at all.

Even so, it also caused a lot of jubilation among the people.

Mr. Pei took his wife's hand out of the carriage and walked up to the high platform. During the period, he took care of him carefully and cared for him.

The two sat down on the high platform.

Mr. Pei was sitting at the top of the seat, and the government official seemed to be telling him about the process of worshiping the gods later. He nodded, but his eyes never left the lady sitting beside him, and he even whispered something to her.

Madam Dai frowned slightly, and also glanced at him, seeming to be angry.

Mr. Pei Fu stroked his short mustache, looked back at the dragon boat ahead, with a smile on his face.

There is an invisible intimacy hidden in the tacit interaction. It seems that what the people of Yuanyang said is true, and the mansion really loves his wife very much.

Jiang Fosang lowered his eyelashes, and raised them again after a while.

The flow of people was like weaving, and her eyes were only on the beautiful women in elegant clothes on the high platform.

Liang Nai often praised her grandmother for being such a gorgeous person, and her grandfather occasionally said that she looked like her mother.

When I saw it today, I realized that was not the case.

She is not as beautiful as the person in front of her eyes, even if there is a resemblance, it is only [-]% like at most.

Discussions came from my ears——

"The magistrate's wife is over thirty this year, and she's still like this..." I couldn't find a suitable word to describe it, so I could only sigh with emotion, "I don't know how beautiful I was when I was young."

The person next to him covered his lips and smiled: "If it's not stunning, how can it captivate our Mr. Pei?"

"I heard that the two met on the way to the south? The hero saves the beauty, and the beauty is widowed. It's a matter of course!"

"How can you say it so lightly! Mr. Pei has been waiting for several years in order to ask for a marriage!"

"Hey! Could it be that the beauty cares about her deceased husband?"

"It's not certain, maybe there are children..."

"I didn't hear that the prefect's wife had a child before her, but she gave birth to a young man for Mr. Pei. Look, that's it!"

On the high platform, lighting joss sticks, burning paper money, offering sacrifices, and sacrificing the dragon head, a series of processes are about to be completed.

As soon as Mr. Pei's family changed from being warm before, his face became serious, and he led a group of government officials, holding incense and praying - praying for a good harvest, praying for good weather, and also wishing for the safety of the athletes who are waiting for the boat race.

After the sacrificial offering, the chaotic singing of songs and the noise of the water and the land.

The dragon boats with pennant flags and colorful poles have been installed with dragon heads and tails. With an order, several boats are launched concurrently, and the boats are driven together quickly!
In an instant, the drums were like flying swords, the drums were like thunder, like turbulent waves surging and thunderstorms striking each other.

With the speeding of the dragon boat, the sound of shouting for support and clapping hands almost burst the eardrums.

Suddenly there was a burst of crying from the carriage under the high platform.

Two maidservants in green clothes took out a young gentleman in brocade clothes from inside, about five years old, he was born in pink and jade, as straight as a golden boy under the seat of Guanyin.

Mr. Xiao Lang should have fallen asleep in the car just now, but now he is frightened, rubbing his eyes with his chubby little hands, sobbing and looking for his mother.

The maid could only carry her to the high platform.

When Mr. Xiao Lang saw his mother, he broke free and fell to the ground, and hugged her.

The prefect's wife got up halfway and caught him firmly, adding a touch of warmth to her cold face, which instantly became lively.

She took Xiao Langjun into her arms, patted his back, and comforted him softly, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, there seemed to be an invisible light lingering, just like the Guanyin who rescued the suffering.

Mr. Xiao Lang snuggled into her arms, stopped crying after a while, rolled his big eyes, and pointed to the river curiously, obviously wanting to watch the excitement.

The prefect's wife Cong pointed to his forehead, although she was helpless, she still obeyed him, stood up and carried him to the side of the high platform.

The Fujun had finished his work, and walked to his wife and children, as if he didn't want to tire his beloved wife, he crossed his hands and hugged his son.

A family of three, standing side by side, smiling, or whispering, or leaning on the railing, there is a kind of warmth flowing between the three, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

The people are all envious.

In the crowd, a slender figure turned hastily and walked away against the crowd.
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"Why did the young lady come back? But you are not feeling well?"

Because Jiang Fosang turned back in a hurry, Shao Bo, Liang Yu and others also returned to the boat.

Faced with Uncle Shao's questioning, Mrs. Liang made a few vague and perfunctory words, and then entered the female monarch's cabin on the third floor.

When Mrs. Liang entered, Jiang Fosang was lying sideways on the couch with his back to her.

Liangyu knelt down in front of the couch and sighed, "It's the old slave's fault, it's all the old slave's fault."

She shouldn't have said those words, and she shouldn't have let the lady come to Yuanyang.

All these years have passed, and the heartbreak of the female gentleman has healed, so what can I do after seeing this?But it only exposes the scars.

The lying person was speechless for a long time, then slowly shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

It's her own problem.

After living two lifetimes in vain, people and things that I once brooded about, I thought that goodbye can be done calmly.

But it turns out that some knots have become dead knots.

"She is your mother, but she is first and foremost a person, a woman..." The words of the husband are still in my ears.

The sea of ​​suffering has been sinking for many years, which also made her understand how much suffering a woman can suffer.

So she tries to understand, tries to forgive.

Before today, she once thought she had done it.

Even if I didn't pay attention, I was stung by the loving and harmonious scene of the family of three by the river.

Countless times, no matter the past life or present life, she had thought to herself in the middle of the night countless times—if she had been guarded by her mother since childhood like Fo Yin, would her fate be different?
You don’t have to live in your own home but you often feel like you’re depending on others, you don’t have to be careful when you sit and sit in case you make a mistake, and you don’t have to learn to read people’s faces at a young age...

Those companionship and love should belong to her.

Jiang Fosang grabbed the clothes around his heart, tears fell silently, and fell into his temples in an instant.

Looking at the trembling shoulders in front of her, she couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Madam Bai has you in her heart." After a long time, she said.

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