After being killed by the villain husband

Chapter 122
Lin Jingmo looked at the jewelry that Qi Xuanyi had just brought over in the morning, and suddenly realized, maybe this is the reason, not being loved by others, and never being treated fairly, so she would rather let her father be deceived than take it away. Take other people's children.

Lin Jingmo continued to walk inside, and saw Mrs. Qing lazily leaning on the chaise longue with her eyes closed, wearing only a thin coat, and the windows were wide open. Although the winter in Chenzhou is not too cold, there is still a cool breeze from time to time blow in.

Mama Liu walked quickly to the window, closed the window, took a blanket and covered Madam Qing, and said, "Madam is just out of confinement, and the wind won't blow. If there are any problems left, how will the future be better?"

Madam Qing slowly opened her eyes, and immediately said when she saw Lin Jingmo: "You? Come here!"

Hearing this, Lin Jingmo slowly walked to her side.

Mother Liu said: "Her surname is Lin, Madam calls her Mo'er."

"Mo'er?" Mrs. Qing beckoned, motioning for Lin Jingmo to sit beside her.

Lin Jingmo didn't expect that in her eyes, Mrs. Qing was a very particular person who would beat others just because of a trivial matter, why did she suddenly ask her to sit beside her?
Lin Jingmo hid defensively on the side of the imperial concubine's chair and said to Madam Qing: "It's okay for me to be here. Madam, if you can't hear me clearly, you can speak louder..."

"Heh..." Mrs. Qing laughed, and said, "You are clever! Mo'er, let me ask you, yesterday you said that you could teach me how to make the prince remember me without hindering the prince's important affairs, you Rather, what can I do?"

Lin Jingmo thought for a while and said: "Chen Minran's garden is full of flowers and plants. If Madam Qing doesn't want to feel uncomfortable, try not to get close to her, but... Although you can't go, you can send some things there! The villain can take care of the flowers on behalf of Madam." If you send things in, you will never let Madam give them away in vain."

Mrs. Qing rubbed her head and said: "But...the palace has everything, and my child is the heir, so he doesn't need anything. What can I give him?"

Looking at Mrs. Qing's confused look, Lin Jingmo continued: "Actually... there are many valuable things in this world, but the bond between family members is truly unique. Maybe it's just a jacket or a pair of socks, as long as It was made by mother herself, even if he is very young now, when he grows up and thinks about it, he will always say good things to his wife."

Lin Jingmo actually understands that no matter what Mrs. Qing does, the child grows up with others and receives the favor of others' upbringing, and it is always impossible to completely let go. It is useless to sew many clothes for a child who is less than a hundred days old.

It's just that she sees that Mrs. Qing is always worrying too much, which is not a good thing, so she wants to keep Mrs. Qing busy, so that she won't be thinking wildly all the time.

"That's right!" Madam Qing immediately stood up and said, "Since my child was born, I always think about the pain of being separated from him. I haven't made a dress for him yet! I will do it now."

But Lin Jingmo went on to say: "Not only that, the villain heard that when the princess took Xiao Shizi away, she picked all the nurses and women who served her. I think...Maybe Madam can send me there. On the one hand, I can Helping the madam to take care of the little prince, on the other hand, if someone tells him from childhood that his mother is someone else, maybe he won't be kept in the dark forever."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Qing helped Lin Jingmo who was squatting on the ground, and said, "Are you really willing to go to the princess for me? The princess knows that you are mine, and she will definitely not give you good fruit."

Lin Jingmo nodded and said, "I'm not a monkey. What are you doing eating so much fruit? Don't worry! I will take good care of Xiao Shizi!"

Mrs. Qing was about to say something, but she suddenly said: "However, you have to ask the prince about this matter. When the prince comes at night, I will send you there as soon as I talk to him! Don't worry, as long as you treat Xiao Shizi well, In the future, if the son grows up and still recognizes me as a mother, I will definitely not treat you badly!"

Lin Jingmo nodded in disappointment: I still have to ask Qi Xuanyi, if he doesn't agree, then wouldn't it be impossible to see Chen Minran?

Suddenly Mrs. Qing took her hand, let her sit at the table, took the sewing box from Mother Liu, took out a pattern book from it, and said, "Let's see what kind of patterns we make first." But my female celebrity is not good, I used to do rough work, and I don’t know how to make children’s clothes.”

Hearing this, Lin Jingmo took the needle and thread from Mrs. Qing's hand and said, "Find some comfortable and soft fabrics, and I will make them for you!"

"You know this?" Mrs. Qing said happily: "Yes, you came out of the cloth shop, and the people in the shop must have taught you!"

Lin Jingmo shook his head and replied: "No, it was a mother who taught me. At that time, I wanted to give some small clothes to my sister's unborn child. My mother taught me stitch by stitch."

Mrs. Qing heard the words and said: "Then... what about that mother? Ask her to come to the palace to do knitting for me too!"

Lin Jingmo's face drooped, and he said after a while: "She's dead..."

"Dead?" Mrs. Qing saw that Lin Jingmo's face was a little ugly, so she hurriedly said: "Fortunately, she taught you to make a lot of clothes for your sister's children? As long as the children are happy to wear, I think this mother's The spirit in heaven will also be pleased."

Lin Jingmo looked at Mrs. Qing when she heard the words. Although she knew that she was unintentional, Lin Jingmo just couldn't return her smiling face. She looked out of the window weakly and said, "My sister's child is not born yet, so I will follow her." My sister went together..."

"Go?" Mrs. Qing blinked her eyes and asked, "Where did you go?"

Lin Jingmo said lightly: "Dead..."

Mrs. Qing was shocked and quickly closed her mouth. Seeing Lin Jingmo pretending to be nonchalant but pricking his fingers repeatedly, she snatched the needle and thread from Lin Jingmo's hand and said, "No more sewing today!"

Lin Jingmo didn't look up, and said silently: "Okay." The tears in his eyes kept spinning.

Mrs. Qing stood up and said with a smile: "I know, few people in this palace think highly of me. I come from a humble background, have never studied, and can't read a few big characters. I used to only know how to do some physical work. Even The knitting needlework is also extremely poor.”

Lin Jingmo raised his head and looked at her. The warm winter sun shone on her, as if covering her with a layer of light, which made you a little fascinated by the brilliance.

Mrs. Qing continued: "It's just that they don't know. I lost my parents when I was a child, and my brothers and sisters starved to death. I was the only one, and I was the only one left. I thought that since I survived , I have to live well! All of this is what I deserve!"

(End of this chapter)