The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 274: Mrs. Lu Decided to Get Married (2)
The maidservants in the yard cleaned up a place, sprinkled food, and held a big dustpan on a branch. When the birds landed and ate, they pulled down the rope tied to the branch, and the dustpan was caught to catch the birds.

Shang Kun also stood on the steps to watch, hugging the tightly wrapped Que Nu, leaving only a pair of eyes for her to see the outside world, and her daughter's babbling and babbling were all in her ears.

He was not afraid of freezing his daughter, so he took her for a walk outside the house every day when there was no wind at noon.

"Ping'an Nu, it's too cold outside, we'd better take the child into the house." Yi Jun shouted from inside the house.

Shang Kun responded with a hum, and explained to his daughter: "Your mother is nagging again, let's go back to the house, so that she won't get angry later."

As soon as he entered the house, Chiu Nu groaned and chirped and was not very happy.

Yijun took over the child, annoyed that he was too arrogant, "You spoil her to the sky, how about marrying her in the future, why don't you chase her to someone else's house to spoil your daughter?"

"We Que Nu will recruit a son-in-law at home in the future." Shang Kun boasted bluntly, if he was unreasonable, he would be worse than Princess Jinyang, and both grandparents and grandchildren had no reason to talk about.

"There's really nothing we can do about you." Yi Jun scolded him coquettishly.

The little sparrow slave looked unhappy, Shang Kun bowed his waist and was about to make his daughter laugh, when he heard the sound of horseshoes rushing from outside the street to the gate of the mansion, someone who came shouted for his condolences.

He slowly stood up straight and looked at the eastern sky. The clouds were low and the light was half hidden. Shang Zhaoyang was dead!
While Yijun was talking, the people around her were silent, she turned her head in surprise, and saw Shang Kun standing there, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Not understanding what happened, she reached out to hook his big palm and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"He's dead." Shang Kun's tone was as flat as talking about an irrelevant person.

Knowing who Shang Kun was talking about, Yijun first thought of how to go out in such a cold day, the bird is small, and the road is difficult to walk in the snow, making people worry just thinking about it.

Shang Kun has more important matters. He has just stabilized the situation in Liangzhou. Once Shang Zhaoyang dies, it will take at least a year to return to Beijing for the funeral. Whoever stays in Hexi and who he plans to take away must be properly planned.

The crown prince promised that Hexi Mansion would be his territory in the future, and even if he was absent for a year, he would not send Jiedu envoys over again, and keep the deputy envoys and the original team to withstand the matter.

Zijun must also stay and continue to guard Liangzhou for him. Yan Saina pulls out his troops and horses and dare not move for the time being. General Mingwei is also loyal and reliable and can be entrusted with important tasks. The Shang clan will all return to Beijing.

After careful planning, a group of people braved the wind and rain to return to the capital. The hardships on the road were unavoidable. Yijun was weak and fell ill within two days. Fortunately, Que Nu was stronger than her. Two wet nurses and A Xuan led the group to the capital. In the other car, I slept for more than half of the day, and it was still good every day.

Shang Kun shuttled between them, accompanying Que Nu thinking about A Yuan, staying with A Yuan and thinking about his daughter, he couldn't have both, he couldn't help sighing to Yi Jun: "What a body you are!"

Not complaining, more pity.

Yijun buried her head in his arms and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, for fear that the medicine she had just taken would spit out again if the carriage jolted, and she would just be like this, no matter how good it was, it would not get better.It's useless to blame others, always be thankful that you are no longer bedridden all year round.

"I was originally a sick beauty, you didn't know it back then, but this time you think I'm a drag on you, it's too late to regret it." Yi Jun was half-coquettish, her chest trembling non-stop.

Shang Kun was laughing, laughing at A Fang's self-proclaimed sick beauty.

"I'm just looking at your sickly appearance. It's not to my taste to be alive and kicking with someone else."

While talking, he stretched out his hand to under her collar, sweating profusely from the medicine, and had to rush back in the cold weather, which really made her suffer again.

Life is muddled, and death is not at the right time.

Shang Kun slandered, in the eyes of the world, his thinking was extremely rebellious, but it was already the most peaceful way for him to treat Shang Zhaoyang.

Ding Guogong’s mansion in the north of Shangjing City is completely deserted. In the mourning hall of the main hall, Ding Guogong took his eldest son and his family to watch in front of the mourning day and night. White candles shed tears. From dark to dawn, he can still clearly remember the day when his father came back from Liangzhou until his death. some time.

Kun'er said in the letter that his father was probably regretting that he should have been ruthless towards A Niang all his life.

Duke Ding tried several times, but Father firmly shook his head, refusing to see Mother.A Niang is also stubborn, saying that she has no time to condescend to come to the Duke's mansion.

The old man had been ill all the time, so he repeated the last words he gave before he left the capital several times, but the only thing he no longer asked was to retrieve the remains of his ancestors.

Before Father died, Duke Ding was by his side, he saw the old man groping around the bed as if looking for something, he asked casually, the old man put his hand back under the quilt, and said vaguely about sable.

Dingguo guessed that his father was afraid of the cold and wanted to use sable bedding, which was not difficult. With one order, it took less than half a candle for the servants to replace the old man with a full set of sable bedding.

Princess Jing'an had a delicate mind, and according to her observation, after the father-in-law wore the sable fur, his expression became even more disappointed, with a trace of sadness hidden between his brows.

"I'm going to invite Auntie." She silently mouthed to her husband, which Duke Ding could understand anyway.

Princess Jing'an went out, Duke Ding asked in his father's ear, "Father, do you want to see my mother?"

The old man did not shake his head this time, and remained silent, neither saying yes nor no.

"Jing'an, please come over here." Duke Ding paused, he was not sure whether A Niang would come.

The old Duke opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the door. From early morning until it was dark, the eldest son went there again on the way, begging his grandmother to come to the Duke's mansion, but Princess Jinyang remained unmoved.

With the sound of banging on the curfew, the old man closed his eyes and sighed, thinking that it would be good not to see Jinyang, lest he would be ashamed to see her.

(End of this chapter)