You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 508
After saluting, Aunt Mei did not go back to stand behind the master, but knelt down towards the old lady, her eyes were clouded with mist, and her face was filled with deep guilt.

"Since my concubine has done something wrong, I reflect on it day and night in the room. I should not have treated the servants around me harshly just because I was a little unsatisfactory. This behavior not only shamed the family and the master, but also made the old lady sick." You have lost the child in your womb, you deserve to die as a concubine."

"However, if the concubine is dead, it will cause trouble for the family, so I can only copy the scriptures every day, eat fast and chant Buddha, so as to atone for the sins of the concubine."

As she said that, Aunt Mei squeezed out two tears, quickly covered her face with a handkerchief, and mournfully sobbed melodiously in the room. I didn't expect Aunt Mei to have such ability. She is a bit better than the famous actresses on Baili Street.

The maid waiting at the door heard this, and hurried in with an ebony tray, and put on it a thick stack of Buddhist scriptures that Aunt Mei had copied these days.

The old lady is also very strange today, she was clearly ill by Aunt Mei a few days ago, and she even asked someone to send Aunt Mei to the village village, regardless of her life or death.

If it hadn't been for Wen Zhaozhen kneeling in the ancestral hall for two days before asking his mother to be extra merciful, how could Aunt Mei have the opportunity to kneel here today to speak.

Unexpectedly, after more than a month, the old lady could listen to Aunt Mei so calmly. I think there must be some shady tricks involved in it, so that the old lady can play this scene with Aunt Mei in front of everyone without any grievances. play.

The old lady pretended to turn a few pages, looked at it and sighed softly: "Your uncle taught you handwriting, and it took more thought than Zhaozhen, just looking at your handwriting. Words, old age..."

The old lady choked up as she spoke, and hurriedly covered her cheeks with her skinny hands, although she could only hear her voice but not her tears, the voice was much more real than Aunt Mei's.

Lin's side was watching her nose and nose, and she sat next to the old lady, holding the teacup and gently blowing the floating leaves on the tea water, without any intention of persuading her.

Wen Zhaozhen glanced at Mrs. Lin, seeing that Mrs. Lin didn't respond at all, so he had no choice but to persuade, and took a handkerchief to wipe the old lady's tears.

"Mother, don't be sad. Father knows well, and he certainly doesn't want mother to wash his face with tears like this every day. Now that Shuangxue knows her mistake and repents, mother will forgive her."

"Shuangxue used to be the favorite of my father. From now on, let Shuangxue come to Fuyan Garden to accompany you every day, read books to you, copy Buddhist scriptures, and relieve boredom."

The old lady hurriedly took Wen Zhaozhen's veil and nodded heavily, "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There's nothing good about it. Just ask Shuangxue to come out. The Chinese New Year is almost here, and the family must have a reunion. "

"When Nian Rou'er and Yi Shuo are turned over, it's time to talk about kissing. It's wrong to confine Shuangxue like this. It's not good to say it."

Wen Yishuo didn't know what bad water was in his aunt's belly, he really thought that aunt had changed her past, after all, she was his own mother, so there was no reason to watch her suffer all the time.

Wen Yishuo took a step forward and thanked the old lady on behalf of Aunt Mei: "Thank you grandma, Auntie will abide by the old rules in the future and take good care of grandma and parents, and nothing will happen again."

Aunt Mei's expression froze for a moment, looking at Wen Yishuo who was smiling, a trace of resentment flashed in Aunt Mei's eyes, and then quickly changed to tearful emotion.

(End of this chapter)