When Feng Niang heard her words, she vaguely recalled in her mind the figure that made her heartache every time she dreamed about it.
That was not the case for the couple back then.
She managed to regain her composure and breathed a sigh of relief. This trip had lived up to her wife's trust. It seemed that Boyi's involvement with A Si was not too deep.
When Yu Qiansi saw her mother in a trance, pain flashed in her eyes, and she understood. The two of them fell into stagnant memories.
However, seeing that my mother considers Mrs. Lin wholeheartedly, I guess that Mrs. Lin is very kind to her. Her mother has suffered a lot because of her in her life. If Mrs. Lin can really be considerate to her, she will also be willing to respect her.
Feng Niang lowered her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes full of nostalgia.
"How long has it been since we sat together quietly, listening to the wind and chatting like this?"
Yu Qiansi was startled, and when she recalled it carefully, her chest overflowed with sourness.
After the two of them were kicked out of the house, they were chased all the way to Shu and hid in a beggar's den. She became seriously ill. Her mother begged every day and competed with other beggars for food. She also worried about their mother and daughter.
The safety of the two of them was compromised by the fact that other beggars occupied the shabby house where they lived, making them restless every day.
Later, when she had an opportunity to return to Beijing, her mother was anxious and uneasy all the way. She finally settled down, but she was running around for the Duke of Qi's palace every day, and the two of them still spent less time together and more time apart.
After that, she founded Yuli Pavilion and became even more busy.
She always wanted to find out the truth earlier so that her mother could feel at ease earlier. But she neglected the most important companionship, so that her mother was poisoned by the thief and almost left her.
Yu Qiansi closed her eyes and sighed.
Feng Niang looked at her daughter who was showing more and more tenacity in front of her, and finally couldn't help it. Tears filled her eyes, and finally flowed down the corners of her eyes. Two traces of crystal tears streaked across the face that had passed through the years, in addition to bringing out the vicissitudes of the years.
, it seems that the beauty has been washed away in an instant, revealing some of the beauty's posture.
Who doesn't want their daughter to grow up carefree, without being burdened with notoriety, and without having to be in public all day long?
Her Aru cannot even have her own name. If she were ordinary, she could only hide under the identity of others forever and live in a hurry.
"It's all my fault... If I hadn't come home late that day, you wouldn't have saved the young master, and we could still live in peace. If I hadn't accidentally been poisoned, you wouldn't have to be controlled by Madam
..."
"Mother, you are not to blame for any of this." Yu Qiansi covered her trembling hand, "I chose this path myself, it has nothing to do with you. You were busy working every day for your livelihood, which was not easy. What's more,
, even if you are here that day, I will help. What I want to do has never anything to do with others."
Feng Niang felt the warmth covering her hand and smiled bitterly: "If your father knew about it, he would hate me to death."
Yu Qiansi blinked her eyes and suppressed the sourness in her heart, and gently touched her mother's palm like a treasure: "Mother has paid so much for me, and a pair of delicate embroidery hands are so withered. If father knew about it, what would happen again?
How can I bear to blame you?"
When Feng Niang heard this, she took a long breath and stood up as if she had made up her mind: "It's getting late, Madam is still waiting for me, so I'll leave first. I will listen to you and don't come to see you again in the future.
You...but you...you must take care of yourself."
The thin, calloused hands held hers tightly and then let go in a hurry.
But the feeling of clenching her hands was still attached to her palms after her mother left. Even the bumps and bumps of each cocoon were still fresh in her memory.
She lay on the couch and clasped her hands tightly on her chest. She couldn't fall asleep for some reason. Her mind was filled with what her mother had just said.
She felt a little depressed, and there were so many thoughts in her mind. Sometimes it was the decayed corridor of the prayer hall last night, sometimes it was her childhood memories, sometimes it was her leaning down and seeing the embarrassed but comfortable young Wang Song for the first time, and sometimes it was her mother today.
What is said.
The decoration in Lingyun Pavilion, Yayin’s story, the beggar she met, the bowl of wine she drank secretly...
In the end, she and Boyi were walking through the waist-high grass. He was in front of him to clear the way for himself, while she stood there, turning back and looking at the deep grass marks that the two of them walked along.
At the end of the row of grass marks is the courtyard gate of my house.
The door stood alone, but she seemed to smell the fragrance of Perro. The wood grain on the door was clear and there were a few old wormholes.
But she knew that someone cared about her, right outside the door. She could see it as long as she opened the door. This moment of tranquility was due to the comfort of knowing that there was no one behind her.
When she woke up, the bustle of the market outside the wall had jumped over the courtyard wall, slipped into the courtyard, and kept patting on her door and windows to encourage her to wake up.
Yu Qiansi opened her eyes and was in a daze for a moment. The bustling sounds seemed to be separated by a layer of veil. When she gradually recalled everything before going to bed, the bustling sounds became clear.
The sunlight turned golden, passing through the lazy window paper, adding a bit of golden light to the room.
She shook her head. This was a rare deep sleep, and she actually slept until dusk.
With a smile on his lips, he packed up and walked towards the Criminal Division.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the alley, he saw Boyi sitting in the place where he usually spends time in a daze, with food already placed in front of him.
She turned around and walked over, sitting down freely. Boyi handed over a pair of clean bamboo chopsticks.
"I know you will definitely be hungry when you wake up. Even though the day and night have been reversed, you still need to fill your stomach. These are stomach-warming foods. I also asked them to add a moderate amount of pepper. They should all suit your taste. You
Try it?"
Yu Qiansi looked at him with burning eyes, and her words of rejection turned into a smile. She took the bamboo chopsticks and tasted them for a few times, then put down her chopsticks and asked, "Do you still have any money on you?"
"Of course, what else do you want to eat?"
Yu Qiansi frowned and couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you think I'm a domestic pig?"
Seeing her drop her chopsticks, Boyi consciously handed over the corner of his sleeve to please her. Yu Qiansi wiped her fingers, reached into her arms, and took out a familiar flower card.
"The time is just right, please invite me to listen to music!"
"Are you going to find Yayin now? Don't you want to wait and see?" When he thought of what Yayin said that day, he hesitated.
Could it be that this woman who sounded so clever and sophisticated at that time was just pretending?
Yu Qiansi pushed the flower card to Boyi, but her voice was as clear as the dawn moon: "I don't doubt the truth of what Yayin said."
It was an accident that she went to Lingyun Pavilion that day. She was deceived by the good wine Yu Anning said.
If she had already prepared her backup plan to avoid being noticed, she would not have chosen a story that would make her irrecoverable and harm the nobles.
Especially after the incident, she quietly ordered Yaoguang to check one by one. All the details corresponded to what Yayin said, and there was no problem.
But this does not mean that Yayin has no doubts.
"I'm just curious, who told a saint who doesn't have a personal relationship with the government that a new actor's theater has opened in the capital."
