National Beauty

Song Jianing vowed that she would not eat lychees in her life. If she really wants to eat it, she should eat it slowly and slowly, absolutely not on a carriage.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Song Jianing touched her small neck and warned herself secretly.

After the warning, Song Jianing thought of something and immediately bowed her head. She hasn't slept well these few nights. Either she dreamed of choking to death after eating lychees, or she had become Guo Xiao's concubine again. Mother was worried about her, so she specially ordered Jiu'er to sleep on the floor with her on the floor. There must also be a light in the room. The dim light came in through the gauze tent, and Song Jianing saw a pair of chubby little hands.

She breathed a sigh of relief. It was the fourth night, and it seemed that she had really returned to the year when she was ten years old, and her mother was not very sick.

In the first month of the year, the small households in the south of the Yangtze River couldn't burn the earth dragon, and the charcoal fire was extinguished early. Song Jianing fought a cold war, got back into the bed, and covered the bed tightly. The warmth came up again, but Song Jianing's sleepiness completely disappeared, lying motionless, frowning and worrying.

Mother's disease...

In the last life, her father died when she was six years old. At that time, she was too young and barely remembered. Her father had just left. She was sad for a long time. She occasionally fell ill or was wronged by her cousin, and would cry to her mother. , I was wronged to ask my father. But day by day, Daddy's figure and face became more and more blurred. In the end, she hardly remembered anything. All she knew was that she had a Juren Daddy who was sick and died.

She forgot that she should eat and drink after grief, at most she envied others to have fathers, but her mother did not forget. Of course, when his mother was still alive, Song Jianing didn't understand why her mother would shed tears at every turn, and didn't eat much food, making people thinner and thinner, as if the wind would blow down.

The big maid next to her mother told her that she was crying because she thought of her father. Song Jianing still didn't understand. She also wanted her father to live, but why didn't she think of crying?

Later, her mother fell ill and died in the fall when she was eleven. Later, she became Liang Shao’s concubine. She tasted the love between men and women, and was severely stabbed by Liang Shao. Song Jianing suddenly understood mother. When my father was alive, he would be very good to his mother, so the mother never forgets. If Liang Shao treats her well, and she was snatched away by Guo Xiao, then Song Jianing would definitely miss Liang Shao a lot, instead of spending her days carelessly, even if she didn't have the courage to die.

Hey, why do you think of the villain who only seeks profit and sells concubines for glory?

Shaking his head and throwing Liang Shao out of his mind, Song Jianing continued to worry about his mother.

She lived a lifetime longer, and now Song Jianing can understand her mother's miss for her father, but she can't let her mother read it, or her mother will die haggardly again, leaving her alone. She had to find a way to divert her mother’s mind... Mother was a widow, she was still a widow who was so sorrowful that she couldn’t get out. To take care of her is to miss her dad. It's strange not to get sick.

The first thing she needs to do is to persuade her mother to go out. What about widows? Many widows have remarried. Mothers like their fathers willing to keep their widows for the rest of their lives. Then she will always stay with her mother. In the future, she will choose a reliable man to marry in the county town and have a few more children. Women often come to accompany their mothers to relieve boredom.

Well, when the weather is warm and the peach blossoms bloom, she must ask her mother to take her to the edge of Taihu Lake. Taihu Lake, she hasn't been there for a long time, still remember that there are Yangliu Yiyi on the edge of Taihu Lake, there are peach blossoms, and beautiful and tender. White fish, white shrimps with thin shells...

Song Jianing fell asleep and dreamed that her mother took her to the lake. The two of them sat on the painting boat and set a table of delicious food.

Early in the morning, Lin came to visit her daughter, and saw that her daughter slept with a flushed face, delicate and charming, beautiful or pretty, just the corners of her mouth, and she was drooling again. Lin is both loving and confused. She and her husband do not have a strong appetite. Where did the daughter's little gluttonous mouth come from?

With an itchy throat, Lin hurriedly walked around behind the flower-and-bird screen in front of her daughter's bed, covered her lips and coughed lightly, feeling infinite sadness in her heart. The daughter has always had nightmares these few days. She was a mother and was supposed to sleep with her daughter, but she didn't dare, because she was afraid that she would be angry with her.

The suppressed cough awakened Song Jianing, who was asleep. She rubbed her eyes and called out vaguely: "Mother?"

When Lin heard this, he quickly tucked the veil back into his sleeve, walked to the bed with a smile, and said softly, "An'an is awake?"

The daughter was born prematurely. She was thin and small when she was born. She was so afraid that she would not be able to feed, so she gave the nickname "An'an" with the word "Ning" in the name, hoping that her daughter would live peacefully. The name probably worked. By the time she was one year old, her daughter was already white and fat. The children of other families had to coax to eat. The elders were chasing around with the bowl. The daughter poured it out. After eating a bowl, she was reluctant to let go. Eat more.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Lin lovingly squeezed his daughter's chubby face.

The rare daughter of a mother, Song Jianing also looked at her mother happily. Since childhood, the women around Song Jianing, from forty to fifty-year-old women, to five or six-year-old girls, are trying to make themselves thinner, and their faces will tremble slightly when they walk like Song Jianing. People would laugh at her as soon as she went out, and shouted at her to be Fatty Song.

Song Jianing, she also thinks that the woman is thin and beautiful. She has a small waist and a tight waist. The long skirt is narrow and looks like a fairy, but she prefers to eat. The so-called fish and bear paws are not compatible. After Song Jianing was hungry several times, Decisively abandon the slim waist and choose gourmet food. And Song Jianing slowly discovered that they were equally thin, some people were shriveled like bamboo poles, and there was another kind, like a mother, with graceful posture, and walking in style, like a weak Liu Fufeng.

In Song Jianing's heart, her mother is the most beautiful woman in the world, but unfortunately she has the same apricot eyes and the same melon-seeded face. Her mother's temperament is elegant and full of poems at first glance. But she has a charming appearance and honestly did nothing. The eyes are not honest, thinking about to hook people!

"Mother, teach me Chinese calligraphy." Song Jianing hugged his mother's arm and acted like a baby in a low voice.

Lin was surprised, holding her daughter’s little hand and asked: "Fighting with my sister again?" She was physically weak, so she specially invited a female gentleman to teach her daughter. My uncle also sent her niece. The sisters studied together and had a companion. , But the niece is overbearing, and the little sisters sometimes get upset.

Song Jianing shook her head and buried her in her mother's arms and said, "I want to write the same words as my mother." She took more than a quarter of an hour for her mother, and less than a quarter of an hour for her father.

The daughter is used to acting like a baby. Lin thought for a while and agreed: "Then you go to the study to have class first, and then your mother will teach you alone when you leave school."

Song Jianing nodded obediently.

After eating breakfast with her mother, Song Jianing led the maid to the front yard study and studied with her eleven-year-old cousin Song Jiao. Song Jiao still looks like she remembers. She wants to press Song Jianing in everything. The female husband asks questions, and she rushes to answer. Song Jianing secretly envied her cousin's cleverness in her previous life, but now she has everything in her heart, and she frequently loses her mind.

In the future, how will my family get along with the second room?

When her mother died in the previous life, the second uncle and aunt treated her well and coaxed her to take out the mother’s dowry for them to use. The real faces of the couple were revealed. When she was not as good as the day, she was finally sent to do it. concubine. During the period, Song Jianing wrote a letter to her uncle and aunt in Beijing, hoping that her uncle would take her to Beijing, but the aunt turned her back to persuade her to think about it. This meant that she made the mistake first because the elders treated her badly.

Song Jianing felt sour. Maybe her mother insisted on keeping her filial piety, but her family did not welcome her to go back, right?

No matter what, no matter how bad the second uncle and the second aunt, he must be afraid of his mother. As long as the mother recovers and lives in health and longevity, the second uncle will never dare to arrange her marriage indiscriminately.

The morning class passed on her mind. Song Jianing and Song Jiao sent the master out together, and then the two sisters went back to their homes. Song Jianing walked briskly to find her mother. When she arrived at the room, she unexpectedly discovered that the second aunt Hu had actually come, and she was sitting in the main room talking to her mother, as if she was discussing something.

"Mother, second aunt." Song Jianing called out obediently, moving her short legs to the mother's side, and looking at her aunt intricately.

Hu's twenty-five this year, two years younger than Lin's, she is also a thin woman, but her complexion is darker and her face is a bit long, at best she is medium-looking. At this moment, he smiled and asked Song Jianing: "The day after tomorrow Jiaojiao's grandmother will have her fifty-fifth birthday, will Jianing go? This time the chef from Zuixianlou is invited to the house, and Jianing will definitely love it."

Zuixianlou is a well-known restaurant. Song Jianing has a fresh memory of the dishes there. She wants to eat, but she doesn't want to go to Hu Jiacun.

"My mother is not well, I want to stay with her at home." Song Jianing leaned on her mother, looking reluctant to leave her.

Lin knew that his daughter was greedy, and said with satisfaction: "Go An'an, your sister and brother are going, you play together."

Song Jianing didn't speak, but wriggling with her mother, acting like a baby in silence.

Lin's heart melted, and he had to say to Hu: "Then let An An accompany me, you go, and say hello to the old lady for me."

The two of them were one mind, Hu gave a dry laugh, got up and left, leaving the courtyard of the big room, her face immediately tensed and her face was dissatisfied. One day later, the Lin sent her maid to send a birthday gift, and Hu felt a little more comfortable. He looked up and saw her husband looking at the big room regretfully. Hu immediately hated it again. Hu Meizi, both of my mothers are Hu Meizi, especially Lin, who has defeated his own man, but also made the uncle unhappy.

Feeling resentful, Hu didn't show up on the surface, so he called a pair of children, and a family of four drove a mule cart to visit relatives in the next county.

There is a younger brother named Hu Zhuang under the Hu family. He is in his early twenties. He is idle all day long and has not gotten a family. He was waiting at the door early this morning. Seeing the Song family's mule cart from a distance, he hurried over, but the brother-in-law's family of four came down, and there were no others in it.

Hu Zhuang's face was stinky, and he looked for an opportunity to drag his sister aside, and whispered, "Where is the person?"

Lin is beautiful, he has been worried since the day she became a widow, but Lin didn't go out easily, and his sister didn't allow him to mess around in Lin's house. He could only wait for the opportunity. A few days ago, my sister promised to bring Lin with him. She was so excited that she didn't sleep well for three consecutive nights. After thinking about it over and over, Lin was all in her head.

Both the husband and younger brother coveted Lin, and they proved that Lin was good, Hu was unhappy, and hummed: "She doesn't want to come, can I drag her to come?"

Hu Zhuang was too anxious, touching the back of his head and begging his sister: "Then sister let me go? I promise..."

"Dare you!" Hu gave him a stern look, and said in a deep voice: "She has a fierce temper, who can afford her life? Just wait for me, I don't believe she won't go out in this life!" In the wilderness, even if the Lin family would rather die than surrender, if the person died, as long as his brother had clean hands and feet, the government would not be able to find them.

There will only be one and a half big girls left. She is so nice and coaxing. The rich dowry Lin brought is hers.