For Feng Pavilion, when Feng Hongluan entered, Fengcheng was pacing around the room, and Luo He was waiting on the side, advising: "Master, hurrying is not the answer. Now the doctor has passed. When the young lady comes back, you can come together."
Go and have a look.”
"But this girl, I don't know where she went!"
While Fengcheng was complaining, Feng Hongluan's clear voice came from behind: "Dad, my daughter is here."
"Tsk! You kid, where have you been? Something happened."
Feng Hongluan's heart suddenly tightened. To make Fengcheng so nervous, the situation must be serious: "What happened? Dad?"
"Your Aunt Ling..." Fengcheng seemed a little embarrassed to say it, but there was a bit of anxiety and distress in his eyes.
Feng Hongluan's nervous heart suddenly relaxed. It turned out that something happened to the Ling family, so why should she do it?
But I heard Fengcheng continue: "This morning, the Ling family's servant came to report that your Aunt Ling slipped on the edge of the bathtub after taking a bath. There was a charcoal fire under the bathtub to keep warm. One of your Aunt Ling's legs...
I accidentally fell into the fire and was burned."
leg!
——"I swear, if I, Ling Che, have any dissatisfaction with you Feng Hongluan and don't put you at the top of my heart, then my mother will be lame within a year, lose her hand within two years, and become a witch within four years."
A street beggar will die within five years."
In her ears, every word of Ling Che's poisonous oath that day rang out, and she couldn't help but feel shocked. It turned out that there really is such a thing as God. When people swear, the gods can hear it clearly. She has thought about using means to fulfill these oaths.
She asked Ling Che to regret it, but she didn't expect that the gods made the decision without her having to do anything.
How did she bear the pain of the burning fire? Now it's retaliation for retribution, retribution has come to the Ling family. That kind of feeling, the skin is torn and the flesh is bruised, it hurts, it just hurts like this, it hurts so much that you know, evil people will
If there is evil retribution, God is wise.
There was no pain in Feng Hongluan's heart, no anxiety like Fengcheng. Instead, there was only a deep sneer. She was lame within a year. The leg was burned to death by the fire and she would definitely be lame.
Although she was very happy in her heart and felt that God was wise, she could not pretend to be too unfeeling on the surface. After all, she once respected Mrs. Ling as a real mother and was filial to her. Now her attitude should not change too quickly.
I saw that she made an expression of anxiety from the bottom of her heart: "What should I do? Although Brother Ling betrays me, Aunt Ling freely regards me as her biological daughter. Now her legs are burned by the fire, and Brother Ling has another
I'm not around, dad, I want to go to Ling's Mansion and see Aunt Ling."
"Dad has sent the best scald doctor in the whole process to look for you. He just wants to take you with him and go to the door to express condolences in person. It just so happens that you also want to do this. Luohe, prepare a sedan chair."
Half a quarter of an hour later, two sedans set off from Feng Mansion and hurried to Ling Mansion. Along the way, Feng Hongluan could no longer hide the smile in her heart. From the moment she stepped on the sedan curtain, there was always a smile on her lips.
A cold smile.
Today's Ling Mansion is a bit depressed. Ever since Ling Che came in, Ling's mother has been running around and spending too much money. The Ling family, which was no longer well-off in the first place, is now even more in decline. Many of the maids, wives and servants have been dismissed.
In the huge Ling Mansion, there were only three or five maids screaming, and there was only one doorman left at the door.
Seeing someone coming from Feng Mansion, the doorman hurriedly greeted him: "General, Miss, you are here. Please come in quickly and I will go and send the message."
"Yeah!" Standing at the door of Ling's Mansion, looking at the house that was once so familiar, it is now desolate and a bit silent. This is what Feng Hongluan wants to see. Ling Che has ruined her family, and she wants to let him taste it.
This kind of pain is excruciating, like scraping bones and gouging out flesh.
After the doorman made the announcement, he hurried out to greet him and ran in both directions. Seeing him panting and rushing back and forth, it was obvious that the Ling family was in ruins.
The backyard of the Buddhist hall is the current residence of Ling's mother. She originally lived in Meihua Pavilion, which is warm in winter and cool in summer in the front yard. Since Ling Che was imprisoned, she prayed to God every day.
Yingdu moved to the backyard of the Buddhist temple.
She took care of herself three times a day, bathed and ate in the morning, and meditated and chanted sutras in the evening. She thought that this would bring Ling Che peace, but she didn't expect that something like this would happen.
This morning, after taking a bath as usual, she was about to change her clothes and have breakfast. Unexpectedly, her foot slipped and she fell to the ground. One of her legs tragically slipped into the fire under the tub.
Although the water evaporated and her skin burned, if there hadn't been a maid nearby who quickly pushed down the bucket and put out the fire, she would have been burned.
Now, Ling's mother was lying on the bed, in agony, her face was pale, her body was in heart-burning pain, and she felt that life was worse than death.
When she heard that Feng Mansion's father and daughter came to visit her, she could only force herself to calm down. Ling Che was afraid that her reputation would be ruined for the rest of her life. To keep Ling Che safe, she could only rely on Feng Mansion. She only hated herself for being incompetent.
I just regretted why Ling Che's father died so early, leaving them orphaned and widowed, living alone.
Just as she was feeling heartbroken, Fengcheng and Feng Hongluan arrived. She stood up in pain, and Fengcheng hurriedly stepped forward and held her shoulders: "Sister-in-law, don't move."
Feng Hongluan's eyes fell on the leg that Fa Lingmu was keeping out of the window. Although it had been wrapped with gauze, the yellow pus and red blood still seeped through the gauze. The injuries were shocking and visible.
A spot.
"Aunt, does it hurt?" After sniffing, Feng Hongluan sat down by the bed and took out a handkerchief to wipe Ling's mother's sweat.
Ling's mother's eyes became wet: "My child, it's hard for you to still remember me. Ling Che's child is not lucky enough to marry a virtuous wife like you."
"Aunt, don't say anything. Now, taking good care of your legs is the most important thing. Hong'er, what does the doctor say?"
Hong'er used to be Ling Che's personal maid. Nowadays most of the servants and maids have been dismissed. Only a few caring ones are still left, and Hong'er is one of them.
Hong'er choked with sobs: "The doctor's hand is so badly burned that the flesh and blood are scorched together. In addition, my wife has rheumatism. This treatment is not suitable. Even if the wound heals and new skin and flesh grows, I'm afraid...
,meeting……"
"What will happen?" Fengcheng asked quickly.
"I'm going to be lame!"
Sure enough, God has eyes! This is the poisonous oath Ling Che himself swore, retribution is coming.
[This paragraph of nonsense does not count for words: The bathing barrel I describe here looks like it from a martial arts movie. It is just like the stove for steaming steamed buns in the store. There is a fire underneath, and a big iron pot is placed on top.
It's water, with a steamer on top, but this is a wooden bath bucket placed on top. If you wash like this for several hours, the water won't get cold. This may be how people in ancient times took baths in winter. At least in many martial arts movies, they bathe like this.