Three hundred and sixtieth chapters mother life is hard to break
The rain gradually fell and hit the two cherry blossom trees in the courtyard. At this time, the beautiful scenery of the cherry blossoms was no longer visible. Only some leaves were still hanging on the branches, washed into a dull yellow color by the rain.
Mrs. Fucha was also very hesitant. After struggling for a long time, she finally said: "Eniang was thinking, can you talk to the prince and let Yilan enter the prince's palace."
Although I had expected it, when I heard it, I was still quite surprised. There was a lot of surprise in my eyebrows. It took me a long time to say: "Is this what E Niang meant or what Yilan meant?"
"Lan'er didn't say anything because E Niang couldn't bear it." At this point, she sighed and said: "Ruo'er, listen to E Niang, you and Yilan are both E Niang's daughters, and the palms of your hands are
The back of her fleshy hand is also flesh, and E Niang really can't bear to see her go on like this. If something happens, do we really want E Niang and your Ama to give away the white-haired person to the black-haired person?"
"Does Ama know about this?" Ling Ruo had made up his mind to marry Yilan, so he sent Yilan home in such a hurry that day. He never thought that his mother would make a special trip to see him today.
When this happened, I didn't know what to do for a while.
"Your Ama only knows about Yilan's knot, but you don't know that I'm here to see you today." Mrs. Fucha waited for a long time without seeing Ling Ruo speak, and she felt that the hand that was holding her was pulling away, and she suddenly became anxious.
Get up, hold Ling Ruo's hand which is colder than Qiu Yu and say
: "Ruo'er, E Niang knows that this matter is very difficult for you, but you are the only one who can help Yilan right now, so I should beg you, okay? What's more, Yi Lan is your biological sister. When she enters the house, so
It’s also a good thing for you to support each other.”
"Mother, it's not that my daughter refuses, but the palace..." Ling Ruo was upset by what she said, and it took her a long time to collect her thoughts and said: "You should know what kind of place the palace is. It doesn't say it eats people or spits out bones.
, but it’s almost enough, it’s enough for my daughter to be here alone, why bother dragging Yilan in again, isn’t this going to harm her?”
"But there is only one way to go now." Mrs. Fucha's eyes were bright, "Although Yilan didn't say it clearly, I can see that she really has death thoughts. Ruo'er, please help your sister.
Well, E Niang really doesn't want to see anything happen to her." At this point, she suddenly slipped from the chair, knelt in front of Ling Ruo, and said plaintively: "Ruo'er, E Niang, please, please help your sister!
"
"Eniang, get up quickly." Ling Ruo hurriedly tried to help Fucha up, but Fucha would not say anything and only begged her to agree. Lingruo was angry and anxious and stamped her feet: "Eniang
Ah, you are not helping Lan'er, but you are harming her."
When Mrs. Fucha saw that she had knelt down to beg her, she still refused and even blamed her in turn. She couldn't help but get angry and said: "You keep saying that E Niang is wrong, but what about you? Are you right? Yi
Lan is your biological sister, you
But you don't want to save her?" Seeing that Ling Ruo still refused to let go, she laughed angrily, stood up from the chair and said word by word: "Okay! You don't want to, right? Then I beg the prince to go and see if he can too.
You are as hard-hearted as you and will not save me until you die!"
"Eniang!" Ling Ruo quickly grabbed Fucha. She knew that Eniang was forcing her to express her position. In desperation, she had no choice but to close her eyes and say something against her will, "Okay, I promise Eniang, let Yi
Lan enters the palace."
With Ling Ruo's repeated assurances, Mrs. Fucha finally calmed down her anger. However, after such a quarrel, the originally intimate mother and daughter became speechless. After sitting for a while, Mrs. Fucha said goodbye and left.
Looking at Fucha's figure submerged in the rain, Ling Ruo felt mixed emotions. She thought that Yilan's matter had been resolved, but she didn't expect that it would make the matter more complicated. At this moment, she really regretted letting Yilan watch that night for her.
, otherwise why bother so much.
The rain didn't stop until the evening. When Ling Ruo went to see Yinzhen, Nala was there, dressing him. When he saw Ling Ruo coming in, Yinzhen said happily: "I came just in time.
Later, you will go for a walk with me outside. I have been locked up in the house for a day, but I am very bored!"
Nara smiled when he heard this and said, "Didn't the prince stay in the house all the time before? He didn't necessarily feel bored."
"It was because I was sick and couldn't get up and there was nothing I could do about it. Now I'm almost healed. If I stay here all day long, I'll still get sick even if I'm not sick." Yinzhen said as he put on his sleeves.
Nala smiled and said nothing, and after buttoning the last button for Yinzhen, she took his hand and walked out very naturally. Not thinking about Yinzhen, she accidentally pulled her hand away and said lightly: "It's okay if Ruo'er is with you.
"
Nala's eyes froze, turned around and took a deep look at Ling Ruo, who had been silent since he came in. He smiled nonchalantly and said, "Then I will go to the kitchen to see if the dinner is ready, and let them add some more."
It’s my sister’s favorite dish. Let’s stay here for dinner tonight. The more people eat it, the more delicious it will be.”
Yinzhen was quite satisfied with her arrangement. He nodded and took Ling Ruo's hand out. At this time, the autumn rain had just stopped and the air was still fresh. Yinzhen took a deep breath and nodded: "It's always the air outside.
It smells soothing, Ruo'er, what do you say, Ruo'er? Ruo'er?"
"Ah? Fourth Master, do you call me concubine?" Ling Ruo was only thinking about her own thoughts and did not hear Yinzhen calling her at all. It was not until he called her several times that she woke up from a dream.
Yinzhen frowned and caressed Ling Ruo's face, which had not changed at all even during pregnancy, with concern, "What's wrong? You looked absentminded from just now?"
"I..." Ling Ruo looked up at him, with a rare tenderness in her eyes. Her heart suddenly became sour, and her tears fell silently, running across her face and dripping to the ground.
"If you have something to say, just say it, don't cry." Saying this, Yinzhen broke off an autumn rhododendron from the side and gently placed it in Ling Ruo's hair, and then stroked Ling Ruo's bulging abdomen.
, jokingly said: "My child, you must not learn to cry like your mother-in-law in the future, otherwise Amma will not be able to coax her out on her own."
He didn't know that his actions made Ling Ruo even more sad. Yinzhen treated her better every day, but she had to bring her sister in to share all this.
People are always selfish. Even though she already knew that Yinzhen could not be owned by her alone, she still did not want more women to divide this love.
However, what needs to be said is that she has already promised her mother and cannot go back on her promise, even if she is unwilling to do so in her heart.
Ling Ruo secretly took a breath, lowered her head and said in a low voice: "I have something to hide from the Fourth Master, and I beg the Fourth Master to forgive me."
"Oh?" Yinzhen looked at her, but there was not much surprise in his eyes. From the moment Ling Ruo came in, he could see that she was worried, and he guessed that she might have something to say to him, so he didn't let that person go.
La Shi comes with him.
Ling Ruo tried his best to recount what happened that night in a calm tone. When he heard that he and Yilan had physical contact, Yinzhen looked surprised. He really had no memory of what happened that night.
He didn't know there was such a thing at all. However, compared to that, he was more curious about Ling Ruo's intention of saying this at this time. If he remembered correctly, tomorrow would be the day of the draft.