White Hedge Dream

Chapter 83 Meng Jin

The night was dark, and Zhou Jingyun was resting outside as if he were at home. He lay on his side with a straight posture, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This has been his habit for so many years. No matter how big the problem is, if you have time to rest, you must seize the time to rest. Only when you have enough energy can you face various problems.

The maid on night duty in the inner room sat beside the bed, but she closed her eyes and nodded from time to time.

Mrs. Xue is ill, and the life of the maids and servants is even more difficult. Old Mrs. Xue is gesticulating, beating chickens and scolding dogs, and tormenting people day and night.

We are all made of flesh and blood, how can we not be sleepy or tired?

Although Mrs. Dongyang Hou was full of worries, she still couldn't resist her natural sleepiness and fell asleep with tears in her eyes.

Everyone in the room was still, except for the white smoke from the incense burner placed next to the bed, curling around the chrysanthemums placed nearby. The chrysanthemums seemed to be swaying gently with the white smoke.

The moonlight flows, covering the earth with a layer of white gauze.

Zhuang Li walked slowly in the Xue family's yard wearing a white gauze.

The Xue family's guard dog was happily gnawing on a meat bone, not noticing the figure passing through it.

Compared with the danger in the imperial city, the dreamland returned to peace.

The restriction in the imperial city was only disturbed when she wanted to threaten Bai Ying, who was pregnant with the emperor's heir.

The world is so big, but it only moves for one emperor.

But the world does not revolve around just one emperor.

Zhuang Li stood on the steps, looked back towards the direction of the imperial city, and sneered. The next moment, the figure disappeared in the moonlight.

Mrs. Dongyang Hou sat up straight, raised her hand to wipe her face, and looked at the petals falling in the sky, slightly lost in thought.

Dozens of apricot trees are planted by the river behind our house. In spring, apricot flowers bloom, and in autumn, apricots are sweet and sour.

Running around in the shower of petals is her favorite game.

She couldn't help but raise her feet to rush over, but her arm was grabbed.

"Yu Niang, don't run around."

She turned around and saw her sister looking unhappy.

Her sister held her hand: "The river is dangerous. If you fall in, you won't be able to get back out."

She was unhappy and threw her hands away.

"Mom is sick, don't let me worry." My sister advised me.

Yes, my mother was ill, and the servants and maids at home talked privately that if my mother's illness could not be cured, she would lose her mother. She lowered her head and felt sad, and tears fell like rain.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Her sister knelt down and wiped her tears.

She couldn't stop her tears, she just wanted to cry loudly.

"Then sister will take you to play." Sister said, and sure enough she took her hand and ran towards the apricot blossom rain.

The petals all over the sky fluttered on her face, fragrant and sweet, and she couldn't help but laugh. She ran around with her sister, endlessly, spinning until a sound came from the side.

"Yu Niang, Yu Niang, what is your sister's name?"

What's your sister's name? She stood in the rain of apricot flowers and saw a figure through the flying petals.

Who is it?

But it doesn't matter.

"My sister's name is Lan Niang, Gao Lan."

Gao Lan.

Lan Niang.

Lan Niang.

Gao Lan sat on the stone, sharpening the iron pestle in his hand.

She gritted her teeth, tried her best, and panted rapidly, all her thoughts focused on the iron pestle.

Grind it, grind it, grind it into a needle, it will be fine, everything will be fine.

She ignored her surroundings, and the only sound in her ears was the scraping of iron pestles and stones.

But gradually there were noisy sounds.

She didn't pay attention at first, until the sound got closer and closer.

"Lanniang—"

Lan Niang.

is her name.

It had been so long since anyone had called her name that she had forgotten that she also had a name. She was just the wife in the mouth of her husband, the mother in the mouth of her children, the delicious and lazy woman in the mouth of her mother-in-law, the good sister-in-law in the mouth of her sister-in-law, and the good mother in the mouth of her sister. elder sister-

"Gao Lan!"

The sound is clearer. She slowly stopped holding the iron pestle in her hand, raised her head, and saw someone walking over in her blurry vision.

The figure is that of a woman, but the face cannot be seen clearly.

Who is this?

Who will call her name?

Is it... mother?

As her thoughts flashed through her mind, a maroon dress appeared on the woman's body, with a chubby face and a smile on her face -

"Mother!" Gao Lan shouted, holding the iron pestle and rushing towards the woman.

The woman's arms were soft and warm, with a faint fragrance. Her hands gently touched her shoulders, again and again, so tenderly.

Gao Lan hugged the woman tightly, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time, when a voice came from above his head again.

"Lanniang, what are you doing?"

What are you doing? Gao Lan was at a loss for a moment, then suddenly remembered and hurriedly raised the iron pestle in his hand to the woman: "Mom, I am sharpening the iron pestle."

The woman looked down at her and asked softly: "What are you grinding this for?"

Gao Lan murmured: "Grind this, once you polish it, your life will be easier."

Grind and grind, endure and endure, you will always be able to survive.

"So that's it." The woman said, holding her hand, "Then Lan Niang, please polish this too."

What is this? Gao Lan looked down and saw that the iron pestle in his hand was gone, replaced by a knife.

knife….

Although she didn't know why she sharpened the knife, since her mother asked her to do it, she did it.

Gao Lan sat down and sharpened the knife, hard and hard, but not as hard as before. Every time he sharpened it, the knife changed, and the blade became brighter and brighter, shining with white light.

The force of pushing it out was not in vain. Gao Lan became more and more excited and sharpened it faster and faster. Soon she stood up with the knife.

"Mom, it's sharpened." She said, looking at the knife that shone with cold light.

Maybe it was because I was grinding too fast, the excitement faded, and I felt confused again.

"Then what?" she murmured, "will you continue sharpening the iron pestle?"

People always have to grind something, otherwise, how would they live their lives?

"After sharpening the knife, it's time to chop down the tree."

Cut down trees? Gao Lan was stunned. The mother in front of him smiled lovingly and pointed around: "Look, the yard is too messy."

Gao Lan looked around and found that everything he could see was bushes, which were crowded in the yard.

How can this work! We can’t have such a mess at home!

Gao Lan hurriedly carried the knife and passed by, but when she got closer, she found that the seemingly green and delicate branches and leaves were actually covered with burrs, looking like a sinister smile on her in the sunlight.

She stretched out her hand tentatively, and the knife slashed softly. Not only did the branches and leaves of the shrub not move at all, it actually stabbed her hand.

Blood dripped down and splattered on the ground.

Gao Lan couldn't help but cover his face, it was too ugly, it was too ugly, it was too embarrassing to be seen by others.

She whimpered.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Mother's voice came in her ear, and a pair of hands held her shoulders, "It's just bleeding, mother, wipe it for you."

My mother's hand wiped it, and the blood was indeed gone.

Gao Lan choked and looked at her mother.

Mother looked at her and smiled, then handed the knife to her hand again: "Don't be afraid, mother is here with you, don't be afraid, just chop hard."

Gao Lan clenched the knife. Yes, her mother was here and she was with her. She was not afraid of anything.

She turned around and looked at the swaying branches and leaves in front of her, and the shining needles, like a bush that was chirping and mocking her, and she clenched her teeth and chopped it down with her knife.

I made you disobedient!

I'm not afraid of pricking my hand, let's see if you are afraid of knives!

With the flash of the knife, a piece of bush was cut away.

….

….

The broken sounds gradually grew louder in her ears. Mrs. Dongyang Hou opened her eyes suddenly. Seeing the dim light in the room and the unfamiliar layout, she was confused for a moment. Then she remembered where she was, sat up hurriedly, and looked towards bedside.

Two maids and a maid were wiping Mrs. Xue and changing the bedding.

"Madam is awake." Xu's mother hurriedly came over and whispered.

Mrs. Dongyang Hou stared blankly at Mrs. Xue on the bed. Even the sound of changing the bedding and scrubbing could not wake her up, and she was still asleep.

"Madam, have a sip of tea." Xu's mother said, handing over a cup of tea.

Mrs. Dongyang Hou took a sip and suddenly smiled: "I dreamed about my sister last night. My sister took me with me. I was so happy."