Early the next morning, after returning to Yinzhen, Ling Ruo took Hongli and took a carriage to the Ling Mansion. Now the Ling Mansion had moved back from the suburbs of Beijing and built a two-yard house in the city. It was only accessible from Prince Yong's Mansion.
It's only an hour's journey.
"The master has arrived." After the carriage stopped, Xiaoluzi moved a handful of wooden sticks and placed them underneath, letting Ling Ruo and Hongli step on them.
It was the first time for Hongli to come here, and he looked at the house in front of him curiously. As early as when they got off the carriage, a servant came to answer the door. The old servant guarding the door heard that King Yong and Fujin were arriving, and hurriedly opened the door.
Welcoming them in, and then taking them to the residence of Ronglu and his wife at Ling Ruo's signal.
At that time, Mrs. Fucha was talking to Mr. Jiang in the house. When she saw Ling Ruo coming over, she was surprised and happy. Just as she was about to stand up to greet her, Ling Ruo's hand was already on her shoulder and she said softly: "This is home.
You don’t need to be polite, and the same goes for my sister-in-law."
Her words caused Jiang to stop getting up, but she still sat on the bed and saluted, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes. Jiang knew very well that she could successfully marry the Ling family as the adopted daughter of the Jiang family, and achieve a century-long relationship with Ronglu.
The success is entirely due to the help of this sister-in-law, whom I have rarely met.
"Grandma! Auntie!" Hongli, who followed Ling Ruo in, called out obediently, then stared at the swaddled baby next to Jiang and asked, "Is this my brother? He is so small."
After hearing this, Mrs. Fucha laughed and said, "It's always like this when you are born. Brother Li was younger than him at that time."
He was younger than him? Hongli blinked his bright eyes in disbelief, stretched out his little hand and touched the baby's face gently. He was surprised by the touch that was smoother and softer than his own skin; as for sleeping soundly
The little baby seemed to feel someone touching him, and his eyelids, which had not yet grown eyelashes, moved.
Ling Ruo saw the longevity and wealth lock hanging around the child's neck, which she ordered Bai Zhu to bring back yesterday, "Has the child been named yet?"
Mrs. Fucha glanced at the child lovingly and said, "Here you go, your father gave it to you. His name is Zining."
"Zi Ning." Ling Ruo recited it several times and said with a smile, "It's a good name. By the way, E Niang, where are Ama and eldest brother?" Rong Xiang went to participate in martial arts examinations in the 52nd year of Kangxi's reign.
, although he did not win the top prize in martial arts, he still ranked among the top two. He was recruited into the army after the martial arts examination and embarked on the path of military attache he had always longed for. He has been away from home these years and rarely comes back, so
Ling Ruo didn't ask him.
Just as Mrs. Fucha was about to come back, the curtain was suddenly opened, and a slim figure walked in, "Mother, the wolfberry and black bone chicken soup is ready."
Ling Ruo's body trembled, and she turned around slowly. As she turned around, a face as beautiful as a peach blossom came into her eyelids. It was none other than Yilan, whom she had not seen for five years.
Seeing Ling Ruo, the smile on Yilan's face suddenly froze. Obviously she didn't expect to meet him at this moment. She stood there without moving forward or retreating, which was quite embarrassing.
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Fucha hurriedly explained to Ling Ruo: "I forgot to tell you that Lan'er also came to see her sister-in-law and nephew."
Ling Ruo nodded, then lowered his eyelids and called Hongli, "Call Auntie."
"Auntie." Hongli's voice brought Yilan back to her senses. She twitched her lips and revealed an ugly smile. She lowered her head and took a few steps forward towards Ling Ruoqi. "Niu Hulu's Yilan has met Ling Fujin.
May the future be blessed."
"Get up." Ling Ruo said lightly, without the joy of meeting sisters; in fact, the events that happened in the 50th year of Kangxi, the friendship between sisters has long been worn away, and meeting each other again will only make each other uncomfortable. I believe
Yilan also understands this, so she has deliberately avoided her in these years, and has never been to the palace.
Yilan stood up and motioned to the girl who followed her in to put the chicken soup on the table. Then she said to Mrs. Fucha: "Mother, sister-in-law, I remembered that there are some things at home, so I'm leaving now. I'll come back tomorrow."
"Didn't you say you'll leave after dinner?" Seeing that she was about to leave, Fucha called out hurriedly.
Yilan, who had already reached the door, hesitated for a moment, but it was only a momentary delay. Then she left at a faster speed, leaving only one voice, "No, I can't eat it."
Mrs. Fucha helplessly watched her figure getting further and further away, and then scolded Ling Ruo, who was still standing there: "You two have always been biological sisters, do you really have to ignore her for the rest of your life?"
Ling Ruo was silent for a long time and then said softly, "It's better to ignore her than to be an enemy." Yes, even if they are strangers for a lifetime, it is better than sisters fighting each other.
Mrs. Fucha knew this truth, but she couldn't help but feel sad when she saw Ling Ruo and Yilan like this. Over the years, she had been looking forward to the two daughters being able to get back together again.
Seeing Mrs. Fucha like this, Ling Ruo couldn't bear it. She took off the silk and wiped away the tears that accidentally slipped down Mrs. Fucha's cheeks, and said softly: "Just let everything go, maybe one day. By the way, E Niang,
Is Yilan okay in Li's house?"
Hearing what Ling Ruo said, Mrs. Fucha felt much better. She nodded and said, "Yaoguang treated her very well. My mother-in-law is also a gentle person. She has never suffered any grievances in the past few years."
"That's good. It seems that the path I chose for Elan back then was not wrong." She said, feeling a little relieved. Although she couldn't go back to the past, she didn't want Elan to have a bad life. Fortunately, everything was still the same.
People's will.
"Ruo'er, have you ever blamed E Niang?" Mrs. Fucha asked suddenly. Back then, she shamelessly went to Ling Ruo for Yi Lan, and even slapped her in a moment of anger. Although several years have passed.
But every time I think about it, I always feel uneasy.
Ling Ruo was silent. If she said she had no grudges in her heart, she would be lying. But if she said she was weird, it would hurt E Niang's heart. In such hesitation, Ling Ruo suddenly felt someone holding her hand.
Looking down, it was Hongli who was looking up at him, his eyes so attached, a son's unguarded attachment to his mother.
Forget it, she is always the mother who gave birth to herself and gave her flesh and blood life. When it is time to pass, let it pass.
After thinking about this, Ling Ruo suddenly felt extremely relaxed, her eyes softened a lot, and she said under Fucha's slightly nervous gaze: "The blame has passed, and you will always be my mother-in-law."
Ling Ruo's words made the Fucha family feel relieved. Although Ling Ruo had treated them very well over the years, and even Ling Ruo paid for this house, there was always a lingering shadow, until
Today is the day when the rain has finally passed and the sky has cleared up.
It was already afternoon when I came out of Ling Mansion. I don’t know when the rain began to fall as fine as cow hair outside. After boarding the carriage, Hongli, who had been holding it in for a long time, finally couldn’t help asking: "Mother, why did my son do it before?"