The nameless words seemed to vividly play out in Feng Hongluan's mind the lonely scene of a lonely old man looking at the moon as a shadow.
Her heart was complicated. She felt sorry for the lonely old man, but when she thought of her mother, she couldn't let go.
She reluctantly raised her lips: "I will consider it!"
Wuming chuckled lightly: "Princess, I'll take my leave first. Wuming heard the news that the emperor canonized you as Princess Jin. Congratulations."
"Well, thank you!"
The mood was quite complicated. Watching Wuming go down, Feng Hongluan sat back on the chair with mixed feelings.
Over the years, there is no doubt about her father's affection for her mother. Although Dong has been by her father's side for many years, she only gets respect and absolutely no love from her father.
Although Mrs. Dong is hateful, she is very kind to her father. Every time her father comes back from the battlefield, Mrs. Dong takes care of her father meticulously.
Every time his father was about to leave, Dong was responsible for the large piles of small packages of medicinal materials, and also arranged for his father's clothes, supplements, etc. throughout the year.
After Dong's death, can Uncle Lan do what Dong did with these things?
After all, men are not as careful as women, and...
Now that she was a wife, looking at Hong Yan who was burning sandalwood in the house and suppressing his lust, she thought that her father might also have needs.
Although she didn't want her father to take a concubine, but when she thought about her father raising her up alone, she didn't want her father to live alone all her life. Just imagine, if she died, how could she let Hongyan be alone?
Lonely until old age.
Hey, before the Dong family was still around, the Dong family and her father had a mutual respect for each other, and she also respected the Dong family. In fact, if the Dong family was really for the Feng Mansion, she would have accepted the Dong family from the bottom of her heart, but it was a pity that
Mrs. Dong was too good at mischief and she didn't want to be a human being, which wasted all those years of ignorance in which she felt like a biological mother to Mr. Dong.
If the father is willing, or to put it more bluntly, the father himself wants a woman who can warm the bed, serve, take care of, and be considerate, then what should she do?
No one else could give her the answer to what to do, and only she could figure it out for herself.
When her father remarries and she has an extra stepmother, is it a good thing or a bad thing?
From the bottom of her heart, she was naturally unwilling, but there was no way she could watch her father, like the picture Wuming described, facing the moon like a shadow, dying alone.
She has no brothers, which is the biggest disadvantage. Otherwise, even if her father retires and returns to his hometown, he can entertain his grandchildren at home and enjoy family happiness.
She was upset and couldn't sit still. When Yang Yun came back, she ordered Yang Yun to bring the chrysanthemum tea into the house, and then asked Yang Yun to help her walk around.
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Unknowingly, I walked to Xianyun Pavilion.
Ever since Mrs. Dong was kicked out of Xianyun Pavilion, her mother's things have been moved back from the warehouse to Xianyun Pavilion one after another. Everything is exactly the same as in her childhood memories.
The courtyard is surrounded by whitewashed walls and surrounded by green willows.
There are three hanging flower gatehouses in the courtyard, surrounded by hand-curved verandahs.
The courtyard is connected by corridors and decorated with rocks.
The entire courtyard is magnificent, graceful and luxurious, and the gardens are lush and exquisite.
The flower field that Dong built into a small pavilion has now been demolished and restored to its original appearance. It is still a flower field with rich flowers. Now in autumn, it is filled with all kinds of autumn flowers.
A bunch of reds, amaryllis, aster, dahlia, peacock grass, zinnia, periwinkle, hibiscus, crape myrtle, hibiscus, osmanthus, a riot of colors, hundreds of flowers in full bloom. Compared with the brilliant spring flowers, they are no less beautiful.
Yang Yun had stayed in the palace and had seen a lot of beauty and exquisiteness, but when she saw this small flower field, she couldn't help but praise: "It's so full of life."
Feng Hongluan's red lips raised a beautiful smile: "It turned out to be even more beautiful. My mother is very good at taking care of flowers and plants."
"Is this the lady's yard?"
"Well, let me pick it up and take a look. It's been a long time since I've been here."
"Mom, be careful." Yang Yun helped Feng Hongluan, walked around a corridor, and walked to the main room. The door was not locked. She pushed the door open and walked in. The sunlight spread all over the floor along the crack of the open door, pulling Feng Hongluan.
Yang Yun's figure looked at the main seat with long, straight eyes.
On the main seat, the overlapping figures of two people fell, clearly shaking, as if they were sitting on one person.
Standing at the door, "that person" gradually became clear, and the years seemed to have been stranded on her body, leaving no trace of vicissitudes. That was the mother in her childhood memory, wearing a plain snow silk cloud-shaped Qianshui skirt, with a comb
With peach blossom makeup, she was born in a lady's family. She sat upright and noble, but her smile was very gentle. She was smiling at the maple red luan.
"Mother!" she shouted, knowing clearly that what she saw in front of her was just the phantom of her longing for her, but she still greedily wanted to call out "Mother" after a long absence.
Yang Yun looked at the empty room and felt a little chilly, but she had experienced a life where people were scarier than ghosts. She thought that even if the empress really saw Madam now, she would have nothing to be afraid of. Her mother must be a
A gentle woman.
"My dear, be careful of the threshold."
"Well, Yang Yun, just wait for me here. I want to go in and sit."
"Yes! Miss."
It was still the position she used to sit in when she was a child, the small chair next to the main seat. Now that she had a big belly, it was a bit difficult to sit down, but it allowed her to see her mother's face more clearly.
On the main seat, her mother still looked at her with a soft smile. She sat down and sighed deeply, with a look of distress on her face.
"Mom, you only said that your child should grow up quickly, but now it seems that he is not as comfortable and happy as he was when he was a child."
Although it is air, she has too many secrets that cannot be told to others. Now she can only complain to the air mother.
She had been holding it in for too long, and some of her bad emotions had fermented, making her uncomfortable.
Even if you just say this sentence, it feels a lot easier.
The "mother" on the main seat did not speak, she just stretched out her hand and gently stroked her long hair. Although everything was an illusion, she seemed to have returned to her childhood days. She closed her eyes with satisfaction and enjoyed this imagination.
Come out with a gentle touch.
When he opened his eyes, the phantom on the main seat was no longer there.
But she knew that her mother was always in her heart and never left her.