little wife

Chapter 57

There was silence in the room.

Jing Sheng looked at Jing Yun steadily, his palms sweating slightly.

Indeed, it was not his son.Whenever I see Jing Yun, the old things seem to be stuck in my throat, I can't get up, I can't get down, the older Jing Yun is, the more someone's shadow appears in his words and deeds, he has to try his best to distance himself for peace of mind.

However, this is his son again.In these years, who watched him grow up from the baby who was waiting to be fed?And who will accompany him to practice martial arts and literature, and watch him gain glory?From a naive and childish smart kid to this introverted and steady young man, how much effort and emotion have been put into it, who can say that this is not his son?

His throat was dry, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Yun'er, when you were born, you were so thin because of premature birth." He gestured with his hand, "You cry all day long, and the wet nurse can't stop holding you for a moment. Only when I tease you, you will smile at me."

"When you were five or six years old, you were more naughty than ordinary boys. Once you sneaked up on a pony to learn how to ride a horse, but you fell off the horse and broke your hand. Your mother was very sad. I told you behind her back. , Manly man, the more injured you are, the more unconvinced you are. You can understand a little bit, and you will become proficient in horse skills within two years, but you don’t know. At the beginning, I couldn’t sleep well every night. I secretly followed you to the school grounds to watch you, fearing that you might make a mistake."

Jing Yun stared at him blankly, and murmured "Father".

"When you were 16 years old, you became famous in a battle. I just smiled in front of people, but behind my back, I got very drunk. If you have a son like this, what more can a father ask for!" Jing Sheng's eyes were red, and he said every word Asked, "Yun'er, you still have to ask me now, whose child are you?"

Jing Yun closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear. He kowtowed on the ground and said in a deep voice, "What my father taught me is that I was confused. I only have you as a father."

"Yun'er... Luo'er..." The eldest princess, who had always been tough and indifferent, also choked up, and waved to them both.

Jing Yun walked up to her on his knees, buried his face in her arms, and responded in a low voice.Ning Luo also followed her, with tears in her eyes.

"That bitch is really damned," she cursed, "I can't see that our family is getting better every day, and I don't know where she heard the gossip. Don't listen to her provocation. Our family and Le Ankang are the only ones." the most important."

"Yes, grandma, don't worry." Jing Yun wiped away tears for her, and said in relief, "I know, as long as you don't dislike me, I will always be your grandson."

"Luo'er too, grandma, don't be sad, don't hurt yourself." Ning Luo fell on her body and began to cry.

The family was agitated, and it took a while to calm down.

Jing Yun and Ning Luo sent the eldest princess away, and worried about their mother, they went to Yu Mingyu's yard with Jing Cheng, but the lights in her room had already been turned off, and Mother Qin heard the sound and said, "Madam is very tired. , already lying down."

Jing Yun called his mother, and there was a coughing sound in the room, and Yu Mingyu's voice sounded: "Come back, I'm fine, don't worry about it."

Jing Cheng told Nanny Qin a few words, telling her to take care of her personally, and check to see if the bedding was covered at night, Nanny Qin repeatedly complied, and the group had no choice but to leave.

Back in Yunjue Garden, Jing Yun stood in the yard for a long time before returning to the room, still in a trance.

Ning Luo has been following him worriedly, grabbing his sleeve and refusing to let go: "Brother Jing, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, maybe it will make you feel better if you tell me?"

Jing Yun sighed, his little wife might have been frightened by him.

Raising his hand to untie Ning Luo's clothes, his voice was soft: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just thinking, how did Qing Niang know about these past events, and those servants who heard about it, I'm sorry." How to deal with the aftermath."

Only then did Ning Luo feel relieved, thought for a moment and said, "Look up the people she has come into contact with in the past two days. Her words yesterday were different from those in the past, and she sounded a little arrogant."

Jing Yun nodded, and a sneer escaped from the corner of his mouth: "This kind of vicious woman, death is easy for her, let her taste what it means to suffer on her own, pull out her tongue, and throw her to that bitter cold place Let's see if she will be willing to spread any more gossip."

Ning Luo shuddered.

Jing Yun knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he quickly hugged her and pecked her face twice to comfort her: "Don't be afraid."

Ning Luo collected herself, grabbed his lapel and said softly, "I'm not afraid. With you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

After the two of them washed up, they lay on the bed, but they still didn't feel sleepy. Ning Luo could clearly feel his tense muscles.She didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only hold his arm tightly and lean against his side.

"Luo'er."

In the darkness, Jing Yun called her.

"Huh?" Ning Luo responded softly.

"Who the hell is he?" Jing Yun seemed to be talking to himself, "Why did he force his mother to do this, and was so cruel that he abandoned my mother and me?"

Ning Luo's heart tightened.

"I hate him so much," Jing Yun's voice was full of pain, "If you let me know who he is..."

"Brother Jing," Ning Luo's fingertips covered Jing Yun's temples and massaged slowly, "I'm too tired today, don't think about it, what's the matter, let's discuss it together tomorrow..."

Ning Luo's voice was soft and soothing, completely relaxing the tense nerves.Jing Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Luo'er, it's lucky to have you here..."

Ning Luo pressed a kiss between his eyebrows: "Sleep, I'll be with you."

A low Jiangnan minor tune sounded, and the lingering and gentle tune lingered in his ears, and Jing Yun gradually fell into sleep.

Ning Luo didn't feel sleepy, and under the faint moonlight, she quietly stared at the deep and handsome face in front of her, and panic gradually piled up in her heart for no reason.

In this life, if she insisted on changing her destiny and marrying Jing Yun, would it bring him misfortune?

Could Qing Niang be instigated by Zhao Daiyun?If she hadn't vainly tried to repair the relationship between her in-laws, if she hadn't exposed Qingniang's evil deeds, if she hadn't provoked Qingniang yesterday... then would the Hou Mansion still be peaceful at this moment, and Jing Yun wouldn't be hurt?
These thoughts were out of control together, and she repeatedly questioned and verified in her heart, as if she had entered a dead end, and for the first time doubted her decision.

"Luo'er, I'm leaving."

A familiar voice floated in the air.

Ning Luo looked around in a daze, but couldn't see anyone.

"Who are you? Where are you going?"

"Go to the place I've always wanted to go," said the voice with a smile, "I'm too tired, I want to take a rest, Yun'er will leave it to you."

"Wait!" Ning Luo yelled anxiously, "Mother, mother, don't go!"

"No, Yun'er has you, I am very relieved, Zheng'er and the others are grown up, only Lord Hou, I am destined to owe him, I hope I will make up for it in the next life..."

The voice sighed, drifted away, and disappeared into the air.

Ning Luo suddenly sat up from the bed in shock, there was a gleam of light in the window lattice, and it was still dark.

Her whole body was covered in cold sweat, and the uneasiness that had been hidden in her heart in the flower hall was magnified to the extreme at this moment. Yu Mingyu is such a proud person, and his dilapidated past was uncovered by a concubine in public, and he will be shrouded in these things from now on Under the unbearable rumors, how did she bear it?And her words and deeds in the flower hall are calm, her demeanor is calm, it is obvious that she has a desire to die in her heart!
She anxiously woke Jing Yun up, grabbed the clothes of the two of them indiscriminately and put them on her body: "Brother Jing, hurry up, go see mother!"

However it was too late.

When Jing Yun ran all the way to the front of the room and knocked open the door, he only saw Yu Mingyu hanging on the white silk.The mother who said she loved him, said she looked forward to seeing him all the time, and said she was proud of him, just left him resolutely.

On the grounds that she liked to sleep alone, Yu Mingyu insisted on letting Nanny Qin sleep outside to serve her, left a suicide note and committed suicide.

"I'm ashamed to be a mother, I'm ashamed to be a wife, I hope all of this can disappear with my departure."

"Ah Cheng, in the next life, I hope I can marry you innocently and be husband and wife with you for the rest of my life."

"Yun'er, take good care of your younger siblings, and take good care of the Hou Mansion."

There were three lines of characters left on the snow-white paper, and the handwriting was as graceful and beautiful as her person.

Jing Cheng passed out on the spot and was bedridden; Jing Yun knelt in front of Yu Mingyu's coffin without sleep for two days and two nights, his eyes were red, his body was haggard, and he might collapse if he lasted for another two days.

Ning Luo was also very sad. Perhaps it was because of the same lingering illness in her previous life. She always felt that Yu Mingyu was very kind, and the two got along very well. How could it not be regrettable that such an unexpected departure?But she has no time to be sad, the eldest princess is old, and her siblings are still young, so she is the only one who can make decisions in the family.

And it was Jing Yun who worried her the most. Although Jing Yun never said anything, she understood Yu Mingyu's weight in his heart. He who has always been calm and self-sufficient was so gaffe, why didn't she feel anxious?
Carrying the ginseng spleen soup that Doctor Jin specially made for Jing Yun, Ning Luo arrived in front of the mourning hall, and softly advised: "You drink it, your body will not be able to bear it if you continue like this."

Jing Yun shook his head, his voice hoarse: "Go back, I will stay with mother for a while."

Ning Luo bit her lip, put the soup bowl aside, and knelt down beside him without saying a word.

Jing Yun was a little inexplicable, and said wearily: "What are you doing?"

"Husband and wife share the same fate. From now on, if you kneel, I will kneel too. If you don't eat, I won't eat either." Ning Luo choked up and said, "Whoever wants to take care of the Hou Mansion can take care of it. Since you don't care, I don't care either."

Jing Yun was speechless, and after a while raised his hand to wipe her tears: "I just eat, don't cry."

Ning Luo cried even harder. The hesitation and anxiety these days had accumulated in her heart following Yu Mingyu's death: "Brother Jing... I'm so scared... If only I thought about it sooner... Mother, she Nor will..."

Jing Yun suddenly hugged her into his arms, and said after a while: "Don't say silly things, you are not a god, how would you know."

"Brother Jing, can you stop torturing yourself?" Ning Luo begged, "Mother is in the spirit of the sky, she will definitely not want to see you like this, and there are father and grandmother who want us to take care of you. I don't know what to do."

"it is good."

Jing Yun helped her up, picked up the bowl of soup and drank it all in one go.

Only then did Ning Luo smile a bit, thinking about how to pull him to take a nap for a while, suddenly there was a sound of slow footsteps approaching, and finally stopped in front of the door.

Jing Yun glanced back and was stunned.

(End of this chapter)