Mrs. Shizi, she is both wise and brave

Chapter 104 Ballads
The other courtyard is Shen Lingze's private property, and it is located in a remote place in the northwest corner of Kyoto. Several people got on the carriage and set off there.

When they arrived at the place, Su Jingning asked Nianqing to take Xuan Luo to play while she followed Shen Lingze to a yard in the corner.

The Tatar was imprisoned there.

The surroundings of the courtyard are very tightly guarded, and there are loyal guards everywhere, so there is no need to worry about anyone breaking in.

Shen Lingze first asked Xiaochi to recruit his subordinates to ask about the prisoner's situation.

Knowing that the other party was seriously injured and would not live long, he frowned.

He looked at Su Jingning, hesitated and asked, "Do you want to go in with me?"

Su Jingning thought about it and nodded.

Entering the house, the Tatar was lying weakly on a wooden board, his lips were pale, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

There was a deep bone wound on his chest, although some medicinal powder was sprinkled on it, but it didn't seem to have any effect, and it was still bleeding out.

If he really didn't live long, the guards didn't even bother to tie him up.

Su Jingning took a closer look at his appearance, he was very handsome, almost the same as Han people except for slightly higher browbones and slightly deeper eye sockets.

Su Jingning thought to herself, if she saw this man outside, she would never have thought that he was a Tatar.

At this time, the Tatar was staring blankly at the roof, turning a deaf ear to the movement in the house, as if he had no interest at all.

That's right, he's going to die, so he doesn't care what he does.

Xiaochi silently glanced at his eldest son, and after seeing him nod his head slightly, he stepped forward and stood in front of the Tatar.

"What's your name?"

Hearing the question, Tatar suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes rolled slightly and he glanced lazily at Xiaochi, then looked away.

A look of refusal to communicate.

Xiaochi frowned, stepped forward and asked several times, but the other party still didn't respond.

Xiaochi couldn't help it, so he retreated to Shen Lingze and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you want to use torture?"

Shen Lingze shook his head, "In this situation, he probably won't be able to do it right after he is sentenced."

Xiaochi was a little anxious, this is the only clue left now, if he doesn't seize the opportunity to interrogate, this tartar will really die.

Shen Lingze didn't have a good idea either.

This person obviously knew that he would not survive, so he was naturally not afraid of what they would do again.

Shen Lingze looked at Su Jingning at the side, wanting to ask her if she had any ideas.

Su Jingning was staring at the Tatar's face carefully, and the other's lips seemed to be gently opening and closing and muttering to herself.

She thought for a while, raised her foot and walked over gently, then squatted on the bedside and listened carefully.

Shen Lingze and Xiaochi were startled when they saw her move, but they didn't make any noise to disturb her.

At this time, the Tatar was already very weak and lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice Su Jingning's approach at all.

Intermittent singing reached her ears.

Su Jingning listened intently for a while before she realized what he was singing.

She thought for a while and then hummed softly.

The girl's brisk voice carried gentle yet powerful power, penetrated into the ears, burned into the bottom of my heart, and calmed down the hesitation and sadness hidden in it.

The Tatar paused, did not speak again, and only listened intently. Gradually, a deep thought appeared in his eyes, and tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Su Jingning stopped after singing the song.

She stood up and looked at the bewildered Tatar man, and asked, "This is a nursery rhyme from northern Xinjiang. Do you miss your mother?"

The Tartar glanced at her, but did not answer.

Su Jingning didn't mind either, and continued to ask, "Is this the song your mother often sings to you?"

There was a trace of nostalgia in her eyes, "My mother used to sing me to sleep when I was young, but unfortunately she passed away when I was seven years old, and now I can no longer hear her sing to me."

The Tartars remained silent.

Su Jingning didn't care about him, and said to herself, "My mother loves me very much. She often makes delicious snacks and beautiful clothes for me. When I'm healthy, she will teach me to write and play the piano..."

As she recalled the past, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, "I always thought my mother was the best mother in the world."

As she spoke, she looked at the Tatar: "Your mother must love you very much, too!"

The Tatar sneered in his heart, his mother wanted to kill him, how could she love him!

His mother is a Han Chinese, who was taken captive by the tribe, and then she was forced to give birth to him.

As long as he can remember, his mother has looked at him with disgust and hatred. When he was young, he didn't understand, so he kept pestering her. Later, he gradually realized that his mother didn't like him, and gradually he stopped being close to her. up.

Su Jingning was still rambling, "My mother said before she passed away that she hoped that I would live happily ever after. I don't know your mother..."

An inexplicable irritability arose in the Tatar's heart, and he interrupted her suddenly: "Stop talking nonsense, you won't get any news from me, and I won't betray my tribe."

Seeing his words, Su Jingning's eyes flickered slightly, and Shen Lingze and Xiaochi were shocked, and they looked at each other without saying a word.

Su Jingning's face was full of curiosity, "Is the people in the tribe treating you well? I thought you would be rejected by them!"

The Tatar was dumb, and his face turned even paler.

He was indeed rejected, especially those who looked like Han Chinese. The people in the tribe didn't regard him as a tribe at all, they always called him a bastard and bullied him unscrupulously.

There was no joy in his childhood, only humiliation and pain.

Thinking of this, a trace of extreme sadness appeared on his face, and he grinned his lips in self-deprecating manner.

Seeing this, Su Jingning said: "Looking at you like this, you know that your people don't treat you well. Why do you still have to work for them? You know, half of your blood is of Han people. You just have to take out your heart. Give it to them, and they won't regard you as a companion."

The Tatars glanced at her indifferently when they heard the words, and said sarcastically: "If you don't work for them, why do you work for the Han people? No matter what, at least they brought me up."

Su Jingning retorted: "They only raised you because you were useful. Look, aren't you sent by them to die now?"

Tatars...

Su Jingning looked at his expression and said: "Only mothers will devote themselves wholeheartedly to their children, and don't pay attention to returns."

The Tatar sneered, and said coldly: "You are wrong, my mother will only take me as her shame, how can she be willing to pay for me?"

Su Jingning asked back: "Then how did you sing that nursery rhyme just now? It's the song our Han mothers sang when they put their children to sleep. If your mother didn't sing it to you, how would you learn it?"

The Tartar choked and was speechless.

(End of this chapter)