Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 165
At the same time, the Ling family.

Ling Qingyan, who was hugging the cat to tease the bird, suddenly sneezed. The cat in his arms was frightened, squeaked, and jumped out of his arms.

Ling Qingyan rubbed his nose, looked at the escaped orange cat, didn't bother to catch it, and nestled in the recliner again, "Could it be that I haven't recovered from the cold yet?"

He was talking to himself, but no one answered him.

It's rare to be free today, I wanted to ask Shen Xuhuai to go to the countryside to hunt birds together, but His Majesty sent him to accompany Fu Mingjue to meet the envoys, so I had to give up on the fun of winter bird hunting.

Ling Qingyan sighed leisurely, picked up a book and came over to read it.

But no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't take it seriously. He always felt that someone was thinking about him, which made him quite unhappy.

He simply stopped reading, got up and walked outside.

As soon as he went out, he saw Mo Shu walking in with a happy face.

Ling Qingyan couldn't see others smiling so brightly when he was unhappy, so he immediately said, "What are you laughing at? Did you find money?"

Mo Shu shook his head: "My lord, don't be joking. I haven't even gone out yet. Where can I get the money?"

He paused, then laughed again: "But the princess really rewarded me just now."

"What did you say?" Ling Qingyan interrupted him, "Yao'er is back?"

Mo Shu nodded: "Well, I ran into Wang Hao on the way back just now, and she told me that she will come to see you after she goes to visit Mrs. Master first."

Hearing this, Ling Qingyan suddenly realized, no wonder he was restless all morning, it turned out that his sister was thinking about him!

"My lord, do you want to go and have a look?" Mo Shu asked.

"Isn't she coming to see me later? Why should I go over there?" Ling Qingyan put her hands in her sleeves, just turned around, thought about it, but was still uneasy, and walked towards the Song family's yard.

Mo Shu hurriedly followed: "My lord, where are you going?"

Ling Qingyan glanced at him angrily: "Didn't you let me go and have a look?"

"But you said no!"

Mo Shu's straightforward appearance made Ling Qingyan annoyed, so he slapped him on the back of the head, left without saying a word, and left without looking back.

Mo Shu, who was stunned in place, held his head, looked at his leaving back for no reason, and murmured: "It's good, why is the young master unhappy again?"

Here, Ling Youyao still didn't see her mother as usual.

Hongliu stood in front of the Buddhist hall, and said apologetically, "Second Miss, it's unfortunate that you came, Madam is reciting scriptures right now, I'm afraid you won't be able to see her."

Ling Youyao glanced at the closed wooden door, and knew in her heart that Mrs. Song probably didn't want to see her, and she didn't force her, so she said: "In that case, then I won't bother mother, and I'll trouble you to tell her later, I came to see her."

"Hey, second miss, don't worry, this servant will definitely pass on the message." Hong Liu blessed her body.

Ling Youyao didn't stay any longer, took a deep look at the Buddhist hall, turned and left.

Hongliu watched her leave before turning around and pushing the door in——

The sandalwood in the Buddhist hall is rich, except for the sound of twirling Buddhist beads.The woman kneeling in front of the Buddha had an indifferent face, and the few strands of white strands from her temples stood out in the black hair. Her lips were opened and closed, silently chanting.

From morning till evening.

Day after day, it seems to have become a habit.

Hong Liu stood behind her, her eyes moved slightly, she pursed her lips, and finally said: "Madam, the deceased has passed away, you should see Second Miss."

Hearing this, there was no change on Song's face, as if he was like the Buddha statue enshrined on it. Although his eyes were full of compassion, he would never kiss the altar.

Hongliu said words of reassurance countless times, but Song was never moved.She was heartbroken over Ling Qingwei's death, so she locked herself in the Buddhist hall and chanted scriptures all day long, as if only by being with the ancient Qingdeng Buddha could she relieve the pain in her heart.

The three sticks of incense in front of the Buddha burned out silently, and Mrs. Song still knelt in front of the Buddha, reciting Buddhist scriptures over and over again.

Hongliu couldn't bear it, and wanted to persuade again: "Madam, it's cold today, the doctor said you can't kneel for too long, why don't we go back?"

This time, the Song family finally made a movement.

She slowly opened her heavy eyelids, her eyes were lifeless like an ancient pond, not dead silence, but a detached calm after all thoughts were lost.

Seeing this, Hongliu was overjoyed, and reached out to help her: "Madam, this slave will help you back."

Mrs. Song didn't move, just stared quietly at the ashes in the incense burner that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and after a long silence, she asked, "Yao'er just came here?"

Hearing her asking about Ling Youyao by chance, Hongliu was even more joyful, and nodded again and again: "Hey, yes! The second lady came back a few times before, and every time she came to see you first, it's just that she didn't see you when she came. .”

It was said that Ling Youyao came here by accident, but she knew in her heart that it was because Madam didn't want to see Second Miss.

Song slowly raised her eyes and looked at the Buddha statue above, her voice was hoarse: "Tell her not to come again, I don't want to see her."

"Ma'am?" Hong Liu looked at her incredulously, "You will hurt Miss Er's heart by doing this!"

"Being sad for a while is better than being sad for a lifetime."

Song's expression was sad, Hongliu couldn't see what was going on in her heart, and sighed: "Madam, I don't understand, why are you doing this to the second lady? When the eldest lady had an accident, the second lady was only 11 years old. She is also innocent."

Song Shi remained silent, obviously unwilling to say more.

Hongliu was helpless, she had asked the same question countless times, but Madam didn't want to answer, and she couldn't force it.

"Ma'am, shall we go back?"

Mrs. Song got up slowly, and when she saw the silvery white eyes outside the window, there was a gleam of water in those eyes that were as quiet as a dry well.She broke away from Hongliu's hand, and walked out hastily.

Hongliu panicked, and hurriedly chased her out: "Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Song stood under the eaves, staring blankly at the budding red plum in the yard, and murmured in a low voice: "Qingwei, I just saw Qingwei."

Ever since it snowed, Mrs. Song always talked about Ling Qingwei, so Hongliu didn't care about this, and tied her a cloak, and said softly: "Madam, it's windy here, let's go back?"

There are thick clouds in the sky, and occasionally a few white snowflakes blow down.

Song's lips pursed, she fixed her gaze on that place, at that moment, she seemed to really see Qingwei.

It's just that no one believes her
It's snowing again, and this year's winter is earlier and colder than usual.

Standing outside the courtyard, Ling Youyao saw Hongliu helping her mother leave from a distance, and then she looked away.

Yin Zhu stood behind her holding an umbrella and said: "Princess Wang, don't even think about it, since we saw Madam, shall we go back too?"

The cold snowflakes fell on the tip of Ling Youyao's nose, turning into little crystals. She sighed softly, "Let's go, I have to go see my brother."

Seeing her gloomy expression, Yinzhu didn't know how to persuade her, but only hoped that the princess would be happier when she saw the son later.

(End of this chapter)