When I think about it quietly, I am filled with grievances and anger, "You said you were living in the prosperous Kyoto with high beds and soft pillows, while I was dining and sleeping in the open air in a foreign land..."
Yuan Qingling interrupted his sadness and indignation, "Are you going to sleep in the open air? If so, I will ask Tang Yang to sell the house I have prepared for you, and you can go wandering with your mother. I will give each of you an alms bowl.
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Jinghou immediately shut up, his eyes looking unwilling and cowardly.
When Yuan Qingling saw that he had calmed down, he went in to see his grandmother.
Mother Sun pushed the old lady in the yard, wearing a black satin dress. The sunlight flowed quietly on her hair and body. Her silver hair shone under the sunlight, but her whole person was
bleak.
Seeing Yuan Qingling come in, she immediately adjusted her smile. It was so difficult that one couldn't help but blush.
Yuan Qingling pushed her back to the corridor, where she sat on the stone steps, leaning against each other.
The old lady's free hand fell on Yuan Qingling's head, rubbed it gently, and said, "Don't feel sorry for him, it's not worth it."
She speaks much more eloquently now, and can stand up and walk a few steps. However, after being beaten, the fire that had been sparked by Yuan Qingling in her life was suddenly extinguished, and her will became much lowered.
Yuan Qingling could feel the aura of depression and loneliness exuding from her body. It was the disappointment of not being able to make steel, the restlessness of the family in her old age, and the worry about what would happen after her death.
No matter how cruel you are, it is the flesh that fell from your own body.
Yuan Qingling didn't say any words of comfort. For a wise person like her grandmother, how could she not understand the truth? So, she just wanted to stay with her and stay by her side quietly.
Sure enough, as time passed by second by second, you could hear the old lady's breath gradually calming down, and she said: "Bring the child back to grandma another day."
Yuan Qingling raised her face and looked at her, "It's very noisy when I bring you back. How about I take you to the palace to stay for a few days?"
The old lady thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, let's leave now."
Yuan Qingling stood up and immediately ordered Mother Sun to pack her things.
The old lady walked through the back door and did not pass through the front yard to see the waiting couple.
Yuan Qingling held her hand in the carriage and could feel her body trembling slightly. When she went to the palace, she didn't want to watch him go, and she didn't even say a word of advice to him.
When Jinghou learned that he had gone to the palace through the back door, he was not even given the last chance to kowtow. He was stunned for a long time, cried bitterly, and helped each other get into the carriage with Huang.
The carriage left the city, and he cried bitterly again at the thought of being far away from this bustling city and all his relatives and friends.
Huang held his hand and said firmly: "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will be by your side and spend it with you."
Compared with waiting quietly, Mrs. Huang is happy. Although she is far away from her son and daughter, her husband is finally hers, and she will not have to compete with Mr. Zhou for favor in the future.
It's just that giving easily never ends well. Today, she doesn't know what will happen in the future. It's painful to wait for him to be dependent on her. But when he settles down, who knows what will happen?