Aristocratic Concubine

Chapter 39 Entering the Genealogy (1)
The old man was furious when he heard this, "It's really a woman's opinion to make nonsense." He got up and went out, and Aunt Yu said weakly: "Master, the palms and backs of the hands are all flesh, and the third lady is also your own. The children of the concubine are so fateful, and the concubine has to spend so much effort to raise children for the master..."

The elder's body froze immediately, and he turned around and shouted: "What nonsense, I will protect you well, my flesh and blood, there is no distinction between high and low."

Lin finally waited for the Eldest Master to come in, hurriedly greeted him sadly, and tremblingly said when he saw the Elder Master, "Master, my poor Li'er..." She wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

The elder knew what she meant, and said with a sneer, "How is Lier's life so hard? Tell me, is it short for food or short for clothes?"

Mrs. Lin is used to watching her face, and immediately heard that the elder's tone was not kind, so she swallowed back the words of marrying in place, and said with a sigh: "His Majesty Jingning's health is not very good. With a family background like that of the Hou Mansion, it can be taken care of well."

Hearing her change of voice, the Eldest Master couldn't help but raised his eyebrows to look at her, and Mrs. Lin helped the Master to sit in the main room with a smile, and said virtuously: "I asked Grandma Wang to make the soup, and the Master made this family a success." If you work hard every day, you should take care of your body more, you are the god of my concubine and my children, I am afraid that the master will hurt his body because of too much hard work."

The Eldest Master's expression softened a bit, and Lin said again: "The third girl is very fond of the old lady of the Hou Mansion today, and she took her hand to praise her, Mrs. Shouchang Bo He also praised the girls in our family for being well-raised and well-educated, saying that they were brought up by a scholarly family, and their manners are different from those of other families."

There was a look of pride on the face of the elder. Although his official position was not high, he looked down on those who came from the army, or those who abandoned business and became officials. He claimed to be a famous Confucianist. place.

"As a concubine, I just thought about it. The third girl's mother died early, so why not put her in my concubine's name and give her a status as a descendant. With her appearance and knowledge, she will definitely be able to make a good relationship for our family." ..."

The elder nodded approvingly and said: "It's rare that you are so sensible and willing to think about your children, so I will obey you and put Qing'er in your name, then save filial piety..."

"Cunxiao is still young, sister Suxin even risked her life to give birth to him, how can the concubine take the son with someone who has gone away, and let sister Suxin have no one to worship under the nine springs, what is the concubine's heart?" Ann..."

Speaking of Su Xin, that beautiful and dignified woman, the old man's heart trembled suddenly, and his thoughts were a little dazed. She was the most beloved concubine in his life. She was not a slave, but Xiaojia Biyu's good concubine... Fang Roushun died of dystocia, and since then he has turned his anger on Cunxiao and disliked this concubine... Now, Cunxiao is seven years old, but he is extremely stubborn, he only knows how to fight cocks and horses all day long... These children are not allowed to enter... Genealogy is worth mentioning!

"It's up to you!" The old man felt dull, so he got up and walked outside.

Before the soup was served, the person left. The veil in Lin's hand was about to wring out the water, and he scolded through gritted teeth: "Bitch, it's not easy to live after death."

The old man walked out of the Fenglin courtyard sadly, thinking of Su Xin's life, feeling sad and uncomfortable for a while, he walked into the garden unknowingly, and when he looked up, he saw lights flickering among the flowers and plants in front of him, so late at night, who else In the garden?Could it be that the servant girl is having an affair again?

Anger arose in his heart, and he walked towards the light source with big strides, perhaps wanting to catch the traitor, but the elder walked very lightly, when he approached the light, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, a light lamp The small gauze lamp was inserted obliquely on the short tree branch. Under the cold light, the thin little boy was holding a branch and paddling on the mud ground earnestly. Looking down, there was a long piece of square soil. Lines of characters are engraved deep and shallow. Although the font is immature and crude, it can be seen vaguely. It was so hard, as if pouring all the heart and soul into it.

The cold wind was blowing, the little boy was only wearing a thin jacket that was washed white, his little face was red and purple from the cold, but he didn't notice it, he just wrote carefully and carefully.

The elder suddenly felt a sore nose, and called softly: "Cunxiao..."

The boy seemed to be startled, raised his head in panic, saw him, and sat down on the ground in fright, then seemed to reflect, dropped the branch in his hand in a hurry, looked at him timidly with big black eyes, pursed his lips Only then did he call softly, "Father!"

Those eyebrows and eyes like Su Xin, the fear and panic in those eyes, pierced the old man's heart like a sharp sword, he walked up impulsively, stretched out his hand to help Cun Xiao, and there was something in his voice that he himself hadn't noticed Gentle: "Why haven't I slept so late, I just want to learn characters, I just go to school, why hide in the garden, and... practice with branches..."

"Father, my son is wrong, my son will never dare again." Cunxiao was frightened, but he seemed not used to being so close to him, his small body moved slightly, but his little hands were greedy for this rare father-son affection, He couldn't help but put his arms around the old man's neck timidly, and rubbed his body into the big old man's broad chest.

The soft body in his arms was as soft as a leaf that could wither at any time, the coldness from his little hands made the old man feel sad, and seeing the unnegligible admiration in his son's eyes, it seemed that something was coming Slowly flowed through my heart, and the emotion I hadn't felt in a long time filled my heart. I couldn't help but hugged my small body tightly in my arms, and asked softly: "Who said you were wrong, tell Dad, why are you practicing calligraphy here late at night, and why are you here?" Who taught you how to read?"

"Going back to my father, it's... the third sister taught me how to read, I... I dare not practice calligraphy in the house... Besides, my father said to be frugal, the child has no paper, pen and ink, my sister said, on the mud floor Practicing is also very good..." Cun Xiao's voice was clear and pure, and he didn't mention Lin's family in a word, but the Elder Master understood most of the reasons.

Sighing, the elder lifted up his robe and sat on the flower bed, holding Cunxiao on his lap and sat: "Good boy, it's rare that you are willing to study hard. Daddy will take you to the family study tomorrow, and your sister will enter the genealogy. Come along with you too."

(End of this chapter)