Inheritance policy

Chapter 37 Mountain Rain

For several days in a row, Mrs. Tai used the excuse of being unwell to avoid the morning and evening invitations from the whole family.The two daughters-in-law and several granddaughters alternately waited in front of the bed. During the period, He Yan and He Erye went down to court, and came to see them in official uniforms, but they were stopped by Zhang's mother at the entrance of the yard and politely refused: "Where are the two lords? Those who walk in front of the imperial court may bring sickness to the Holy Majesty. The old lady is not seriously ill, just drink a few patches of medicine and it will be fine. There is time for filial piety, and the old lady doesn't care about it."

When He Yan heard this, he didn't reply. He just called Zhang Yuanping out to give some good instructions, and then he took off his robe and left.

But Second Master He was scared out of his wits, and went to ask Second Madam for advice in panic.The second lady can see through, and went straight to the point: "Mrs. Tai has always been merciless when she scolded you. When did you let Zhang Mama come to scold you so tactfully? Besides, how many times can you see the Holy Spirit? It's likely that you were burned by the sparks." Get up." After saying a word, the second lady fell into deep thought, and whispered: "I don't know what Lord Hou did to make Mrs. Tai unhappy."

If Xingzhao is here, I will offer a cup of tea to the second lady and drink a compliment.What happened in the palace that day was kept a tight secret, and the second wife guessed almost exactly based on Zhang's mother's words.

The second master was relieved, but he didn't agree with the second wife's words. He snorted coldly and walked into the concubine's room: "I am also a person who wears an official uniform and goes to court every day. If a son can't be born, it would be nice to demote me." I can do it." As soon as the words came out, the second wife was so angry that one Buddha ascended to heaven, and the two Buddhas came out of their bodies. The next day, they called a few concubines and Tongfang to stand in the snow and set up rules.

In the early spring, when it is warm and cold, it is coldest when the ice is broken and the snow melts. The fire in the main courtyard is burning vigorously. From time to time, the little maid will take a long copper-wrapped clip and put a piece of red snail carbon into the fire cage.

The eldest lady sat cross-legged on the kang by the east window, facing the account book, halfway through the reconciliation, she couldn't continue to reconcile, she simply put the Zihao brush in the brush washer, leaned over, and walked with Zhao Zhao worriedly, saying: "It's all my fault." Not good, it must be that Mrs. Ritai caught cold from running back and forth that day."

Xing Zhao didn't speak immediately, closed the pages of the book, and put "Zuo Zhuan" on the small case. She didn't know what Mrs. Tai said to He Yan that day, but she could tell from Mrs. Tai's attitude these days that A one or two—that must have been a bad conversation.

"Don't think about it too much. Although Mrs. Tai has always been healthy and strong, she can eat whole grains, so there is no way she won't get sick." Xing Zhao comforted Mrs. Huang with a smile. Seeing Mama Huang coming in with a black lacquered food box painted with gold, Getting off the kang and taking off the shoes, he said, "The medicine is ready, we should go change the second aunt and third sister."

It is a custom in the Great Zhou Dynasty that placing pots and boiling medicine cannot be done in the courtyard of the old man’s house, so most of the cooking is done in the main courtyard, and the east side room has been boiling medicine and drinking. The accumulation of these days is like the camphor wood pillars in the main courtyard. There is a little medicinal fragrance in it.

As soon as Xing Zhao came out of the main hall, he smelled the indistinct joys and sorrows in the veranda, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately thought of He Xingxiao.

He Xingxiao's illness, Yingyi's sudden attack, Mrs. Tai's intervention, and He Yan's choice to appease, everything deviated from the track of her previous life, and this kind of misunderstanding made Xing Zhao very happy. Counting the days, it was getting closer and closer to the day when my mother committed suicide in the previous life, but the situation became better and better, and gradually became clearer.

Xing Zhao raised his head and saw his mother's face like a full moon, tightly holding the lady's hand.

When he arrived at Rongshou Hall, Xingming was sitting on a small pier and took a storybook to tell Mrs. Tai aloud stories. Seeing Xingzhao coming, Xingming put down the book and came over to hold Xingzhao's hand. On the soft satin pillow of Fuhang Silk Shouxing, he smiled and pointed, and said to his daughter-in-law: "Little sister has deep affection."

Xing Zhao covered his mouth with a smile, pulled Xing Ming to sit on the edge of the couch, and said in a soft tone, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Mrs. Tai smiled and shook her head.Xing Zhao took the opportunity to take a closer look - today's Mrs. Tai's complexion has gradually improved, although she is still slumped on the edge of the bed, speaking a little weakly, her eyes are gradually brightening.

Mrs. Tai is a resolute person, with only two weaknesses in her life, her son and the He family.How much hope she placed on He Yan, how much disappointment she has now.

Thinking back to Mrs. Tai's disheartened appearance a few days ago, Xing Zhao felt sad, but helpless, he half-sat and took Mrs. Tai's hand, holding the small silver pliers, and carefully cut Mrs. Tai's nails bit by bit— ——She needs to find something to do so that she can feel less guilty.

"The court judge Zhang just said yesterday that no such people should be stranded in the house. The second daughter-in-law was tired all night, so she should take Xingming back to sleep. Isn't she going back to her mother's house tomorrow?" Mrs. Tai raised her hand , let the second lady go.

The second lady glanced at the eldest lady, took Xingming over, saluted and said goodbye: "Mother coughed a few times last night, remember to drink stewed white fungus with Chuanbei today." Mrs. Tai smiled and nodded. , then out of the yard.

The Da Furen brought out the medicine from the food box, helped the Tai Madam to feed it mouthful, and the Tai Madam wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and told the Da Furen: "Two days ago, the Empress sent Mrs. Zhao to say hello, you Remember to write a letter and send it to the palace?"

Empress Fang was worried, so she sent someone to ask the next day. Logically, the eldest lady should write a letter and send it in, so it can be called etiquette.

Da Furen was startled, then shook her head.For the past few days, He Yan lived alone in Qincun Courtyard. She was busy preparing bedding, spices and seasonal clothes, and forgot about it for a while.

"Then go to the inner room to write now!" Mrs. Tai had a tone of hatred for iron and steel, and coughed again when she spoke in a hurry, Xing Zhao got up quickly, patted her back to calm her breath, and gave water to comfort her.

The eldest lady hurriedly responded, put on her skirt and went out.

As soon as Da Furen left, Madam Tai squinted her eyes and leaned her head on the bed post. There were gaps in the windows on all sides of Rongshou Hall. The wind blew the Yunsiluo curtain covering the cabinet, Xing Zhaoyan followed The curtain moved and she didn't speak. She felt that Mrs. Tai had something to say.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Mrs. Tai's slightly hoarse voice sounded in the inner hall, "Don't hate your father."

As soon as the words came out, Xing Zhao's tears fell without warning, and he covered his mouth with his hand, but the sound of sobbing sputtered out.

The game between relatives is probably the most heartbreaking in the world. While calmly calculating the gains and losses, at the same time cutting off the blood of relatives.

Mrs. Tai gave a long sigh: "In the past few days, I have often dreamed of how the Hou Ye was when he was young. I was beaten by the old Hou Ye with a palm-width bamboo strip, and my eyes were red, but I still tried not to cry. The old Hou Ye liked it. The third child, he refused to accept it. He copied the historical records at three or nine, but the ink was congealed, and he was still copying. At three o'clock, the ice in the study room turned into a puddle of water, and the coolness had long since disappeared. His clothes were soaked through. Don't put the book down. I have been competitive since I was a child, and I also taught him to be a master so that he won't be ignored."

Xingzhao cried while listening, she didn't know why she was crying, but her chest was as tight as the yellow sky before the rain.

When Mrs. Tai opened her eyes again, the old man had worked hard all his life, but now he showed confusion and regret: "Take it in a proper way, and take it in a proper way. He has read so many books, why hasn't he learned anything?"

Xing Zhao gently held Mrs. Tai's hand hanging beside the bed. Mrs. Tai suffered no less pain than her.

Mrs. Tai held Xing Zhao back, turned her head to look at Xing Zhao's immature face quietly, and couldn't speak anymore.What He Yan said is absolutely wrong, but she agrees with one thing very much, that is, if the Fang family falls, for the sake of the He family, the only thing left is to abandon the Fang family.She has no way to tell Xing Zhao about this, she has experienced ups and downs all her life, and she is used to seeing everything in the world, but at this point in the He family, one misstep caused the whole situation to be overturned.

"Mother, Ah Wu, I only want my mother to be well." Xing Zhao whispered, this is her ultimate goal, so when she knew that He Yan was still willing to coax the eldest lady, she was very happy.

Mrs. Tai embraced her little granddaughter and recited Amitabha in her heart. God bless Fang Qi to stand firmly in the northwest, otherwise, neither of the two daughters of the Fang family would end well.

For a moment there was nothing to say between grandparents and grandchildren, and the glazed wind chimes that Xing Zhao made when he was a child are still hanging high in the cabinet. When the wind blows, they jingle and jingle, which is very pleasant to hear.

(End of this chapter)