The mother in the dream smiled ferociously: "My child, don't resent me, I can only live if you die!"
The fire spread to his eyes in an instant. Seeing the flames getting higher and higher, it was about to devour the young child. Soon, the child's clothes began to burn. The sudden increase in temperature made him miserable and would rather die immediately... He rolled on the ground and tried to
Put out the fire, but it backfires and slowly rolls into the fire.
Shang Shixu shouted: "Mother, don't kill me!"
A scream woke up Lin Jingmo in bed. She sat up and saw Shang Shixu leaning against the bed as if he was possessed by a nightmare. He was trembling while muttering "Mother".
Afraid that forcibly shaking him awake would startle him, Lin Jingmo ran out of bed barefoot without even bothering to put on his shoes, blew out the firewood and lit the candle. He knelt down beside him with the candle in his hand and called softly: "Husband, husband..." The fire in the dream seemed to be slowly getting smaller. Shang Shixu heard Lin Jingmo's call. The young child looked up at the dark sky...it seemed to be slowly glowing with light.
Shang Shixu finally slowly opened his eyes, and under the warm yellow candlelight, Lin Jingmo's face appeared clearly.
"Madam!" Shang Shixu hugged Lin Jingmo tightly.
Lin Jingmo carefully held the candle tightly with one hand, gently stroked Shang Shixu's back with the other hand and said, "Did you have a nightmare, husband?"
Shang Shixu didn't reply, he just buried his face in Lin Jingmo's neck, feeling her body temperature. He had almost been burned to death in his dream, but when he woke up, he felt cold to the bone.
In this world, everyone is likely to betray themselves, even their biological mother.
Shang Shixu understood that she had suffered the most suffering in the world for herself and was so delirious that she triggered the fire more than ten years ago.
He can forgive everything, even if he is bruised and bruised.
But he will never trust anyone again...
Lin Jingmo touched his back and found that he was covered in cold sweat, which gradually soaked his inner clothes.
She gently pushed Shang Shixu, who was holding her, and said, "My husband's clothes are all wet. If you don't change them, it will be bad if you catch the wind."
After hearing this, Shang Shixu let go of Lin Jingmo.
Lin Jingmo saw that his eyes were dull, as if he had been hit by something, so he reached out and gently pushed down his shirt for him. The shocking scars on the man's exposed chest seemed to show the indelible pain of Shang Shixu and Zeng Jing. p>
Lin Jingmo frowned with some distress, and couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Shang Shixu's scars. She didn't ask where these scars came from, because she wanted to make up for his past injuries more than the reasons.<
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People always have to look forward and constantly uncover the scars. Isn’t this another kind of massacre of the soul?
Lin Jingmo's shallow kiss fell on Shang Shixu's chest, as if she was comforting the painful past in this way.
Through the light, she saw the scars on the side of Shang Shixu's face left by being whipped by Yan Chushan, the third king of Beiyan. She recalled that this was Shang Shixu who risked his life to go to the Beiyan military camp to save her. He even went to the Beiyan military camp to save her.
To make her feel guilty, he actually lied and said he was captured by Beiyan people.
Lin Jingmo's eyes gradually became moist. She came close to Shang Shixu's scar and blew on it gently, because she had also been whipped and was always itchy when the injury was about to heal. She wanted to use this method to relieve Shang Shixu's pain. Shang Shixu's breathing gradually became rapid. He turned his head slightly and happened to meet Lin Jingmo's lips, which were blowing air on his scar.
The ambiguous air filled the whole room.
Lin Jingmo pushed back and raised his eyes to look at Shang Shixu, his clear and watery eyes full of tenderness.
Shang Shixu immediately picked up Lin Jingmo and put him on the bed. He reached out and roughly put down the curtain on the bed...
……
The matter in the northern border has been settled. On the surface, it seems that they do not need to investigate on their own. The real murderer has been arrested. However, Shang Shixu and Yu Gaozhi did not leave immediately. They seemed to be also looking for this old general who had dedicated half his life to the country.
The bleak ending is so sad.
Finally, on the day of Lu Anmin's funeral, Uncle Sun, the butler who had served the general all his life, also hanged himself in the room. No one cared about the reason for his death. They just praised this loyal servant who followed the Lord and collected his body for burial in a hurry.
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Lin Jingmo didn't know about this, because she had already boarded the carriage back to Beijing with her husband.
A few days later, the two of them returned to the Shang Mansion after a long journey. When they heard that Lin Jingmo was back, Mother Li hurried from the main courtyard to the front hall. She anxiously checked whether Lin Jingmo was injured, her eyes full of grievances.
, the tears couldn’t stop flowing. When Lin Jingmo saw this, he stood up quickly and said, "What's wrong with Mother Li?"
"The girl left a letter saying that she went to the north, but Mother Li is so worried. Master Shangshu will send someone to find you immediately after knowing it. Fortunately, you haven't sent back any news!" Mother Li checked again.
, after confirming that Lin Jingmo was not injured, he reached out and wiped his tears casually, and then scolded the two voices next to Lin Jingmo: "It must be your heartless little hoof that has eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard.
How dare you persuade the girl to go to that extremely dangerous place! If Master Shangshu asks, I will tell you the truth, skin you and send you out!"
Upon hearing this, Shuangyin hurriedly knelt down on the ground, lowered his head and begged: "I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore. Please don't drive me out."
Seeing this, Lin Jingmo wiped away the tears of Mother Li and said: "Okay, Mother Li, we are already notorious, so don't say such harsh words. Besides, I am the master and she is the servant, I force
Look at her, how dare she not come with me!" After Lin Jingmo said this, he looked at Mother Li carefully and said, "Mother Li has lost a lot of weight in the past few days. It was my fault. Mother Li scolded me when she wanted to vent her anger.
A few words."
Mother Li felt relieved and said, "I'm really worried that the girl will suffer alone."
Shang Shixu on the side put down the tea cup in his hand and said: "Mother Li, don't worry, everything is fine with my wife. Please help me prepare a bedding for me. From today on, my wife and I will live in the main courtyard together."
Hearing this, Mother Li looked at Lin Jingmo with surprise and joy, but Lin Jingmo blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Oh, don't worry, uncle, the cabinet in the main courtyard is ready for you!" Mother Li replied happily.
Shang Shixu smiled and took Lin Jingmo's hand and said, "I'm back in Beijing. I'm going to the Yamen to order some ham. Madam, have a good rest and wait for me to come back."
Lin Jingmo was too shy to raise his head and just replied: "Okay."
After Shang Shixu left, Mother Li ordered her servants to bathe Lin Jingmo.
Lin Jingmo walked into the warm bathtub and sat down, slowly closing her eyes. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the nightmare she had at night, in which she seemed to be calling her mother...
She slowly opened her eyes and asked Mrs. Li who was pressing her shoulders behind her: "My husband and I have been away for a few months. How is the old lady doing?"