Marry A Younger Husband

Water Lin Lang see her cry sad, in the heart can't bear, slowly close, pat her shoulder: "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"My child is dead, dead..." aunt Zhao raised her head slowly, with tears on her face.

Shuilinlang was surprised to find that although aunt Zhao didn't use the powder, she had an amazing beauty. Since I came to Jue mountain villa, the most beautiful woman I met is Shu Yingchun. But Shu Yingchun's beauty comes from her upbringing and temperament. But aunt Zhao's beauty only depends on her appearance, without any other external conditions. It's just like the refined facial features, one minute and one percent, just right. The skin is like water, and there is no flaw. Even if there is a lot of water in my mind, I can't help but come up with two words: Jade man.

However, the water can not help but secretly regret that such a jade man should be crazy and in such a mess.

"Do you know?" Aunt Zhao grabbed shuilinlang's arm and stood up. Her expression became ferocious again. "I strangled my child myself. He was just at the full moon, and the family was still playing full moon wine for him. I just wanted to hold his neck!" Suddenly hands toward the water.

Shuilinlang stepped back: "you... You... Yourself..."

Aunt Zhao laughed strangely: "yes, I strangled him with my own hands. His neck is so thin, just like a pen tube. In fact, I can strangle him with one hand..."

Granny Yan came panting, old and frail, After running with aunt Zhao for a long time, she couldn't support herself. She wiped the sweat on her forehead and apologized to shuilinlang with a smile: "girl, look at me. Are you a guest from Northwest China?"

The water nodded.

Jade crow impatiently said: "quickly take people away, crazy, what's it like?"

"Yes, yes." Granny Yan nodded, even pulled and coaxed, and took aunt Zhao to leave slowly.

Water Lin Lang sighed and asked: "jade crow, how is aunt Zhao crazy?"

"Didn't you listen to her? Is it possible to strangle one's own child with one's own hands? "

Water Lin Lang a surprised: "she really hands..." she thought aunt Zhao was insane, nonsense!

"A lot of people were present at that time. Will there be a holiday?"

There was a chill in the water: "how can a mother strangle her own child?"

"Who knows, maybe she was crazy to pinch her own child!"

With a heavy heart, shuilinlang comes to the courtyard of side with Yuya. After a notice, a servant girl takes shuilinlang to a side hall, but Yuya doesn't follow.

"Good luck, madam!" Shuilinlang saluted Mrs. Feng respectfully.

Mrs. Feng just ate a pass of gas in Yangtian Pavilion. She didn't look good. She asked faintly, "what's the matter?"

"The portraits of the two villains are finished." Shuilinlang took out the rolled up portrait from her sleeve and handed it to Mrs. Ding first, then to Mrs. Feng.

Mrs. Feng glanced at the two portraits and asked in a deep voice, "are these two people?"

"Yes, there can be no mistake."

"Well, the brushwork of this portrait is so delicate that I didn't expect you to have such attainments."

Shuilinlang's cheeks were slightly hot, and he said, "to tell you the truth, madam, I only know how to dance with a knife and a gun. As for writing with ink..." shuilinlang pulled his ear. "In fact, the portrait was painted by Xiaomo er."

Mrs. Feng smile: "you are a sincere girl, go down first!"

"Yes." The water is dazzling, and people are stepping out of Piantang.

Mrs. Feng handed the two portraits to Mrs. Ding: "ask Xie Er to give the portraits to the yamen, and then give the magistrate hundreds of taels of gold."

The magistrate of Suzhou also has the surname of Su, which is the cousin of master su. Both the officials and businessmen have the surname of Su, which is part of the reason why the surname of Su is popular among the people.

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Qingyuan is one of the best gardens in the mountain villa. Master Su gave it to Aunt Zhao to live in that year. It can be seen that Aunt Zhao was very popular in that year.

However, with the spread of aunt Zhao's murder, Qingyuan has become a place where no one cares. In winter, flowers are withered, and the garden is in a depression. The bare trees are covered with black jackdaws, noisy and restless. I found that someone came in, made a splash, and scattered around.

Granny Yan, the only servant of Qingyuan, is cleaning the courtyard. She sees Su Meng pillow coming from a distance. She puts down her broom and bows forward: "second young master, you haven't been here for some time."

"Is aunt Zhao in better spirits?"

"Sometimes good and sometimes bad." Granny Yan sighed, "I'm thinking about finding a doctor to have a look."Dr. Fan, who was once the imperial physician in the palace, was invited to his home by master Su at a high price to treat his ancestors. Granny Yan had asked for doctor fan several times, but doctor fan didn't have time. In fact, mother-in-law Yan knew that Aunt Zhao's own blood loss to the Su family had been forbidden by her ancestors. Without their approval, doctor fan did not dare to make his own decision. If master Su still cares about her old love, I'm afraid aunt Zhao won't even have the last foothold.

"Doctor fan, you can't move."

"Where's the doctor out there?" Granny Yan seems to place all her hopes on Su Mengzhen, and her eyes are fixed on his expression. Now aunt Zhao has been abandoned by the world, and the glory of the past has been completely defeated. Now there is no one who fawns on her in the past. The tree falls, the monkeys scatter, and the door is cold.

Only Su Meng pillow, only he, from time to time to give them some help.

"Do you think Er Niang will let you invite the doctor in?"

"Second young master, do something. I kowtow to you!" Granny Yan knelt down tremblingly.

Su Meng pillow quickly reached out to hold her arm: "get up first, I'll think about it."

"Thank you, second young master. Thank you for your kindness. I will repay you in the next life."

"Where is aunt Zhao now?"

"Just fell asleep."

"Oh, I'll disturb you another day."

"Here you are. Come in and talk to me for a while." I don't know when Aunt Zhao was standing at the door. She had put on her clean clothes and still didn't wear any powder. But she looked radiant and didn't look like a crazy woman.

The clean flower hall is simple in furnishings. Since aunt Zhao's decline, all the valuable objects in the garden have been carved up. A three legged round table of yellow pear was placed in the center of the flower hall. On the table was a plate of persimmon piled up. Su Mengzhen remembers that there are two persimmon trees planted in Qingyuan. She thinks the persimmon is made by granny Yan.

"Sit down!" Aunt Zhao is not su Meng pillow is an outsider, casually Hello, he sat down first.

Su Meng pillow grabbed a jiaowu from the side and sat down opposite her. There was no other seat in the flower hall except the embroidered stool under aunt Zhao. Jiaowu is too short. Su Meng pillow is tall and can't sit upright. One leg is arched and the other is stretched. It feels very strange.

Granny Yan made a pot of hot tea and said, "it's cold. Drink hot tea to warm your body." I poured a cup of tea for Su Mengzhen and aunt Zhao