There was only one lamp lit in the room, which fell on the bedside cabinet, making it look extremely dim.
The old lady was lying on the bed, with her gray hair scattered, and her whole body shrank down, as if she was buried in the middle of the quilt.
When they came in, she was not asleep and her eyes were open, but she seemed not very awake and showed no sign of their various emotions.
It was only now that several children were crying and rushing to kneel down in front of her bed. She seemed to have returned to China. Her eyes wandered over several people, and she seemed to be unable to focus.
"mother!"
Wen Qiongyu was also frightened. When he left, his mother was obviously still fine and still talking and laughing with the children.
During the time he was in Nanzhili, he also received letters from the government, but he had no time to read them. He only remembered to ask the people in front of him to send a safe letter every once in a while.
But he didn't expect his mother to be so seriously ill. It was only on the way back with Wen Tingyuan that he heard Wen Tingyuan briefly and concisely tell the story of what happened.
Only then did he realize that something had happened at home during this period, but even so, he did not expect that it would be so serious and that the old lady would become like this.
The self-blame and guilt in Wen Qiong's heart made him unable to straighten up, but the panic and fear made him have to stare at his mother's face carefully, and then said angrily as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Why?
If you don’t hurry up and invite the imperial doctor over, spread out and invite a few more!”
Old Mrs. Wen finally came back to consciousness because of his words. There was a faint smile on her lips, "You're back!"
Wen Qiongyu quickly stretched out his hand to hold her outstretched hand, tears rolling down his eyes, "Yes, your unfilial son is back!"
Old Mrs. Wen's consciousness became more and more clear, "There is nothing unfilial, it is all for the court. Your father will be happy if he finds out. He has always taught you that way."
Wen Qiongyu burst into tears and choked with sobs and said many words, but no one could hear clearly what he said.
Mrs. Wen then touched Mrs. Wen's head next to her again and said, "Ayun, don't cry! Haven't you cried enough? There is so much to cry about!"
The more she said this, the harder Wen cried.
Old Mrs. Wen ignored her and only raised her eyes to look at the others. She didn't know what was in her mind. She seemed to want to laugh, but also seemed to be regretful. After a while, she said: "Okay, since everyone is here
Yes, then go and wait for me outside! What does it look like to talk in bed?"
Wen Qiongyu was shocked and said quickly: "How can this be done? Mother, your body..."
"It can't be broken!" Old Mrs. Wen waved her hand and smiled again, "It's just that she is old and has some old problems. Everyone is like this, and there is no need for such an earth-shattering battle."
Others wanted to say something, but Mrs. Wen insisted on driving everyone out, leaving only Xin's mother and Pearl waiting in front of her.
Everyone sat in the hall outside, but no one spoke.
In the past, so many people were sitting here to say hello to the old lady. Not only were they enjoying themselves, but they were also lively.
It was the first time that it was as dead and silent as it is today, but just looking at it made me feel a little sad.
Wen Zhao wanted to say something to Wen Qiongyu several times, but he couldn't say it. He didn't know whether it was because he was afraid or because he didn't organize his words well.
Mrs. Wen really wanted to get angry, but she always wanted to have face in front of everyone. The commotion at the door had almost exhausted all her courage in front of others, so she was thinking in her mind about how to get back to her yard.
Go make trouble.
At least, at least, Wen Qiong should be forced to remove that little brat from his official position. Why should his son become an eighth-grade county magistrate, while that little brat is still so proud of himself in the capital?
Everyone had different plans, and the old lady finally came out.
She put on the dark red turban with the long-term longevity pattern that she wore most often in the past. Her hair was combed into a bun and she wore two gold hairpins with thin prefixes. She also tied her forehead and hands.
He put a cane on his head.
If one ignores her grey-faced face and shambling steps, at first glance, one might think that it's just another day of lively greetings at Yi'an Juli.
But the more he looked at the old lady in this state, the more uncomfortable Qiao Yuyan felt.
Xin's mother helped the old lady sit down in her usual seat, and brought her a bowl of ginseng tea. Wen Qiongyu rushed forward to serve her and drank, slowly regaining her composure.
She glanced at everyone and asked, "Why didn't Sanlang come?"
Mrs. Chen came in next to her. Hearing this, she said: "Still busy in the Yamen!"
After saying that, he quickly added: "I will send someone to call him back right now!"
Old Mrs. Wen waved her hand, "Business matters are important. Anyway, you are here, and your parents-in-law are also here. It doesn't matter if he is not here. You can just tell him later."
Her words clearly showed that she had something important to say, and everyone cheered up.
Wen Zhao finally got the chance and immediately knelt down in front of the hall with a bang.
Naturally, Wen Shouyi followed immediately. The Lan family and the Chu family naturally didn't want their husbands to kneel and sit by themselves. For a moment, the four of them knelt on the ground in unison.
Wen Qiongyu's brows immediately frowned, and he scolded sternly: "What are you doing? Do you still have your grandmother in your eyes? Is this the time to talk about things?!"
Wen Zhao immediately asked, "Then when is the time to talk about things? Doesn't uncle know that my father will be escorted on the road the next day? In such a cold weather, to be exiled to that cold place in the far north,
He has been suffering in Zhao Prison for so long, and he is afraid that he will die on the road in a few days. If we don't talk about it now, do you mean that we are going to wait until father is dead?"
Wen Zhao's stern words made Wen Qiong and Unexpected, and they were immediately so angry that they almost fell down, "If you have anything to say, just go and tell me in my study. What's the use of coming here to question the old lady?
"
Wen Shouyi sneered and said, "Tell me to my uncle? Isn't it his fault that our father has ended up in this situation? Who else can my father count on now besides the old lady?"
Only in front of the old lady can we hear the truth from our uncle and know whether he has brothers or family members in his heart!"
Wen Qiongyu was very angry, but seeing this, he knew that the two nephews couldn't make sense, so he could only turn to Mrs. Wen, "Mother, now is not the time. You should take good care of yourself first and wait for the imperial doctor to come.
I’ll prescribe you two doses of medicine and take it first. When you feel better, we’ll talk later.”
Old Mrs. Wen waved her hand once again, "I'm old! I'm too lazy to go through all the trouble. If you have anything to do, let's just say it all at once!"