Chapter 2 Crossing
"Ning'er, it's getting cold, come in," a female voice sounded from behind

The girl turned her head and saw a plain woman with a pale face looking at her worriedly. Lan Ya Ning was her name in this life, and she was actually the same as her last life...

"Mother, are you feeling better?" As he spoke, he walked to the woman's side and helped her into the room.

Her mother is a concubine of the prime minister's mansion, her name is Liuqin, and she sang in a brothel when she was young. According to her mother, her father, Lan Chuhe, used to be cute and listened to her singing, but since she was pregnant with Lan Yaning, and her Father took in a new concubine again, so he gradually lost interest in her, so much so that when Lan Ya Ning was born, he only came to see her, and never came to this small courtyard again.

Although her mother fell out of favor, her love for her did not decrease because of falling out of favor.For Lan Ya Ning, who did not experience maternal love in her previous life, she cherishes this love very much.

"It's much better. Let Ning'er worry about it. I know my body. Don't waste money on medicine in the future. The weather is getting colder. Later, give the money to Mrs. Zhang and ask her to add two clothes for you." After speaking, he raised his hand to touch patted Lan Ya Ning's head
Zhang Po is the only servant in this small courtyard. Her mother is not in good health. She was brought up by Zhang Po since she was a child. Although she is called Zhang Po, she is only 40 years old, which makes her speechless.Although I still live in the prime minister's mansion, it seems that this small courtyard has been forgotten by others. The money sent from the main house to the small courtyard is only so little every month. When my mother is ill, Lan Yaning has to go out to buy medicine by herself. Nobody cares.

Lan Yaning felt her mother's love carefully, then raised her head and smiled at her, "Mother, last year's clothes can still be worn. I have a lot of clothes, but mother, it's time to add some thicker clothes when it's cold. Not good, it will be bad if you suffer from the wind and cold." In this life, Lan Ya Ning has not been found to be anything special, not even intelligent, one is that she is very low-key, she is very indifferent in everything, and has never been forceful Get ahead.

The second is that she, her mother, and Mrs. Zhang are the only three people in the small courtyard, and few people come.

"Ning'er, mother is useless, I'm sorry Ning'er" Zhao Liuqin's voice was choked with sobs, her life was miserable, and marriage was the same, her daughter's sensibleness made her feel even more guilty.

Seeing the tears in her mother's eyes, Lan Ya Ning smiled knowingly, knowing that her mother was sad again, "Mother, don't think too much, if you think too much, the illness will not be easy to recover."

Today, Ya Ning was sitting at the head of the bed, embroidering female red, and talking with her mother. Speaking of which, this female red was taught by Zhang Po, but Ya Ning can learn everything at once, and she has no other purpose in learning female red. , that is sometimes to sew clothes for her mother.

(End of this chapter)

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