Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again
Chapter 312 She cried till dawn that night
Chapter 312 She cried till dawn that night
At noon in midsummer, the heat was so high that the puddle of tea she splashed on the ground evaporated in the blink of an eye. Song Xianxian stared blankly at the small group of light-colored tea stains, sighed for a long while and turned into the inner hall.
She suddenly thought of her mother, that poor woman who was raped and raped and forced to death by her close relatives.
Song Xianxian raised her hand, and her slender and fair fingers slowly slid across the carved porch.
She waved her sleeves to screen away all the servants in the hall, and Gu Zi retracted her body into the small rocking chair, stretched her arms around her knees, put her chin between her knees, and lowered her long eyelashes halfway.
She knew since she was a child that she was different from other children born in Shangshu's mansion and A Niang.
In appearance, temperament, eating preferences and even behavior habits, she has nothing in common with the Song family.
——especially the appearance, most of her brothers and sisters had round eyes like her father's, but she had a pair of slightly slender, fox-like eyes.
The Song family seemed honest and honest, but she was too delicate, so delicate that she was a bit mean.
The servants all said that she was not the child of Father and Mother, that she was adopted by Mother from the Hou's mansion, and that Master Hou had the same long eyes as a fox when he was young, just like her.
She also used to ask her mother about this, but every time she just waved her hands and smiled, saying that she was still young and hadn't grown up yet, and she was like her when she was young.
She said that she would get better when she was older, and that she looked more like a member of their Zhu family, so she was different from her brothers and sisters.
She told her not to listen to the nonsense uttered by those gossips, and turned around to drive away those servants.
She did everything, tried her best to convince her that she was the Song family's child, the child of Father and her, but she could still see that she was lying.
She knows she is lying.
Because that feeling is different, even if Father and Mother really treat her like flesh and blood, the feeling is also different.
She is like a wild ghost wandering in the mansion, a bystander standing outside the invisible circle.
Even though they tried their best to pull her into it, she stepped on the steps of the Shangshu Mansion and looked at the painted pillars and carved beams, and she could still feel the faint alienation that reached her marrow and bone. .
She has never had the so-called "mother-daughter bond" with A Niang, but she has a "tact of heart" with her uncle on weekdays.
A Niang didn't know that her favorite was actually the shallow blue like a pool of water, but my aunt could easily guess it; At that time, he secretly gave her a jar of honey pickled fruit.
She guessed that she was probably her aunt's daughter, she guessed that from the first time she saw her.
When she was eight years old, she had a serious illness that almost killed her.
A Niang stayed by her side for three days and three nights, and finally couldn't hold on anymore so she replaced her aunt to guard.
She was so hot that she felt the woman's cold fingertips caressing her forehead carefully and gently.
That little bit of coolness made her wake up suddenly, she struggled to raise her eyelids, and instinctively shouted out the phrase "Mother" who had been pressed in her heart for an unknown number of days in a trance.
In the dazzled sight, she saw the expression on the woman's face changed from astonishment to surprise, and from surprise to pain.
That night, the slender and weak woman hugged her and answered countless "Mother is here", she burst into tears until dawn.
They all thought that she had a fever that night, because she mistook her aunt for her mother, and the child's forgetfulness was so great that she would never remember the past, they were all wrong.
She remembered clearly and never admitted her mistake from the very beginning.
She found her mother, and this knowledge made her extremely excited. In her mother's arms, she finally found the sense of stability that she had never found in this Shangshu mansion after years of searching. No matter what, I don't want her to leave.
But this excitement was quickly replaced by resentment, and she couldn't help but want to resent everyone around her—from her parents to her mother, to everyone who knew the truth.
She complained why they kept her in the dark, why they refused to tell her the truth even if they died.
She hated why her mother left her alone in Shangshu's mansion. No matter how good her aunt and uncle were, they were not her real parents.
This made her feel that she was the one who was abandoned, and the feeling of being abandoned was not good.
So she uncontrollably threw a cold face at her mother, and uncontrollably threw all the little things that mother and father sent to her room to make her happy out of the window.
The precious and gorgeous glazed bottle shattered into scum that couldn't be collected all over the place, and she only felt that she was also a glass cup that had been smashed into scum.
Why did she abandon her?
Why did they lie to her?
This doubt lingered in her mind for three years, until she was 11 years old, when her mother met her second uncle who came to discuss matters with her father in the Shangshu Mansion.
The woman's complexion turned frosty white almost instantly, the palm of her hand that held her was as cold as ice, she felt her fingertips trembling, and her lips trembling uncontrollably.
When the second uncle saw them, he casually stepped forward to say hello. When he called out the phrase "sister-in-law", his voice was loose and light, so light that she couldn't believe that he could make that voice.
It was in that instant that she realized it, and that night she grabbed the oldest and most experienced old man in charge in the mansion.
She dragged him for a long time, insinuating, insinuating, he faltered, and finally spit out some fragmented and unstructured words.
But that was enough, it was enough for her.
She knew that she was smart, but at that moment she really hated her smartness.
With only those trivial fragments, she easily pieced together the truth. In order to verify her conjecture, she deliberately found an opportunity, slipped away to the ancestral hall of the Zhu family, and turned to the genealogy.
The words on the genealogy made her heart sink into the abyss. Looking at the small words, her whole body trembled.
Her eldest uncle died 16 years ago and never left a son and a half in her life, but she just turned eleven this year.
——Her mother really got her after she was raped|defiled, and the one who hurt her was none other than her second uncle whom she respected very much on weekdays.
No wonder...
No wonder she was taken to Shangshu Mansion as soon as she was born.
The younger uncle molested|molested his own sister-in-law, who had been widowed for several years, and even made her conceive secretly, giving birth to a wicked child.
——She is that evil seed.
To the aristocratic family, this kind of thing is undoubtedly a huge scandal, a huge scandal that can completely destroy that family.
Her brain went blank in an instant, and she didn't even know when the genealogy fell to the ground in a daze.
After a long time, she came back to her senses, put away the genealogy in a hurry, and ran out of the ancestral hall as if fleeing. From then on, she never wanted to set foot in the gate of the Hou's Mansion, and obediently became the concubine of the Shangshu Mansion.
It took another five years to do this. At the age of 16, she was favored by the late emperor and given to the East Palace as the prince's side concubine.
At that time, she thought that she had power, and she could finally find a chance to leave the Hou Mansion with her mother——
Her mother died on the eve of her wedding.
I wrote these two chapters while crying, crying while writing
Song Xianxian, you are crying to death
Ohh Ohh ohh
You're a bad woman, but it's a pity
Ohh Ohh ohh
Come cry with me
(End of this chapter)
At noon in midsummer, the heat was so high that the puddle of tea she splashed on the ground evaporated in the blink of an eye. Song Xianxian stared blankly at the small group of light-colored tea stains, sighed for a long while and turned into the inner hall.
She suddenly thought of her mother, that poor woman who was raped and raped and forced to death by her close relatives.
Song Xianxian raised her hand, and her slender and fair fingers slowly slid across the carved porch.
She waved her sleeves to screen away all the servants in the hall, and Gu Zi retracted her body into the small rocking chair, stretched her arms around her knees, put her chin between her knees, and lowered her long eyelashes halfway.
She knew since she was a child that she was different from other children born in Shangshu's mansion and A Niang.
In appearance, temperament, eating preferences and even behavior habits, she has nothing in common with the Song family.
——especially the appearance, most of her brothers and sisters had round eyes like her father's, but she had a pair of slightly slender, fox-like eyes.
The Song family seemed honest and honest, but she was too delicate, so delicate that she was a bit mean.
The servants all said that she was not the child of Father and Mother, that she was adopted by Mother from the Hou's mansion, and that Master Hou had the same long eyes as a fox when he was young, just like her.
She also used to ask her mother about this, but every time she just waved her hands and smiled, saying that she was still young and hadn't grown up yet, and she was like her when she was young.
She said that she would get better when she was older, and that she looked more like a member of their Zhu family, so she was different from her brothers and sisters.
She told her not to listen to the nonsense uttered by those gossips, and turned around to drive away those servants.
She did everything, tried her best to convince her that she was the Song family's child, the child of Father and her, but she could still see that she was lying.
She knows she is lying.
Because that feeling is different, even if Father and Mother really treat her like flesh and blood, the feeling is also different.
She is like a wild ghost wandering in the mansion, a bystander standing outside the invisible circle.
Even though they tried their best to pull her into it, she stepped on the steps of the Shangshu Mansion and looked at the painted pillars and carved beams, and she could still feel the faint alienation that reached her marrow and bone. .
She has never had the so-called "mother-daughter bond" with A Niang, but she has a "tact of heart" with her uncle on weekdays.
A Niang didn't know that her favorite was actually the shallow blue like a pool of water, but my aunt could easily guess it; At that time, he secretly gave her a jar of honey pickled fruit.
She guessed that she was probably her aunt's daughter, she guessed that from the first time she saw her.
When she was eight years old, she had a serious illness that almost killed her.
A Niang stayed by her side for three days and three nights, and finally couldn't hold on anymore so she replaced her aunt to guard.
She was so hot that she felt the woman's cold fingertips caressing her forehead carefully and gently.
That little bit of coolness made her wake up suddenly, she struggled to raise her eyelids, and instinctively shouted out the phrase "Mother" who had been pressed in her heart for an unknown number of days in a trance.
In the dazzled sight, she saw the expression on the woman's face changed from astonishment to surprise, and from surprise to pain.
That night, the slender and weak woman hugged her and answered countless "Mother is here", she burst into tears until dawn.
They all thought that she had a fever that night, because she mistook her aunt for her mother, and the child's forgetfulness was so great that she would never remember the past, they were all wrong.
She remembered clearly and never admitted her mistake from the very beginning.
She found her mother, and this knowledge made her extremely excited. In her mother's arms, she finally found the sense of stability that she had never found in this Shangshu mansion after years of searching. No matter what, I don't want her to leave.
But this excitement was quickly replaced by resentment, and she couldn't help but want to resent everyone around her—from her parents to her mother, to everyone who knew the truth.
She complained why they kept her in the dark, why they refused to tell her the truth even if they died.
She hated why her mother left her alone in Shangshu's mansion. No matter how good her aunt and uncle were, they were not her real parents.
This made her feel that she was the one who was abandoned, and the feeling of being abandoned was not good.
So she uncontrollably threw a cold face at her mother, and uncontrollably threw all the little things that mother and father sent to her room to make her happy out of the window.
The precious and gorgeous glazed bottle shattered into scum that couldn't be collected all over the place, and she only felt that she was also a glass cup that had been smashed into scum.
Why did she abandon her?
Why did they lie to her?
This doubt lingered in her mind for three years, until she was 11 years old, when her mother met her second uncle who came to discuss matters with her father in the Shangshu Mansion.
The woman's complexion turned frosty white almost instantly, the palm of her hand that held her was as cold as ice, she felt her fingertips trembling, and her lips trembling uncontrollably.
When the second uncle saw them, he casually stepped forward to say hello. When he called out the phrase "sister-in-law", his voice was loose and light, so light that she couldn't believe that he could make that voice.
It was in that instant that she realized it, and that night she grabbed the oldest and most experienced old man in charge in the mansion.
She dragged him for a long time, insinuating, insinuating, he faltered, and finally spit out some fragmented and unstructured words.
But that was enough, it was enough for her.
She knew that she was smart, but at that moment she really hated her smartness.
With only those trivial fragments, she easily pieced together the truth. In order to verify her conjecture, she deliberately found an opportunity, slipped away to the ancestral hall of the Zhu family, and turned to the genealogy.
The words on the genealogy made her heart sink into the abyss. Looking at the small words, her whole body trembled.
Her eldest uncle died 16 years ago and never left a son and a half in her life, but she just turned eleven this year.
——Her mother really got her after she was raped|defiled, and the one who hurt her was none other than her second uncle whom she respected very much on weekdays.
No wonder...
No wonder she was taken to Shangshu Mansion as soon as she was born.
The younger uncle molested|molested his own sister-in-law, who had been widowed for several years, and even made her conceive secretly, giving birth to a wicked child.
——She is that evil seed.
To the aristocratic family, this kind of thing is undoubtedly a huge scandal, a huge scandal that can completely destroy that family.
Her brain went blank in an instant, and she didn't even know when the genealogy fell to the ground in a daze.
After a long time, she came back to her senses, put away the genealogy in a hurry, and ran out of the ancestral hall as if fleeing. From then on, she never wanted to set foot in the gate of the Hou's Mansion, and obediently became the concubine of the Shangshu Mansion.
It took another five years to do this. At the age of 16, she was favored by the late emperor and given to the East Palace as the prince's side concubine.
At that time, she thought that she had power, and she could finally find a chance to leave the Hou Mansion with her mother——
Her mother died on the eve of her wedding.
I wrote these two chapters while crying, crying while writing
Song Xianxian, you are crying to death
Ohh Ohh ohh
You're a bad woman, but it's a pity
Ohh Ohh ohh
Come cry with me
(End of this chapter)
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