The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

This was the first time that Tang Songlin really remembered his original wife Mingzhen since her death.

He has always been very indifferent to love and love. For him, women are either a help or can manage the back house properly.

At that time, she married Mingzhen precisely because the Duke Protector's Palace was short of money and the merchant Ming family was short of status.

The two sides hit it off immediately.

To be fair, Mingzhen is a capable person.

No matter how difficult the account was, she would know it after a few glances and never forget it.

A good hand inside and out.

As for appearance, if one was born into a distinguished family, his appearance would not only be famous in the capital, but he would also stand out among others.

Just look at the appearance of Tang Chujun, mother and son, and you will know that they all actually look like Mingzhen.

Tang Songlin was satisfied with his first wife, but he only had a grudge in his heart that she was a merchant and had brought shame on him.

Every time he saw Mingzhen, he thought that when the Protector's Palace was in trouble, they used the Ming family's silver to tide over the difficulties.

This was the reason why he had been unwilling to associate with his first wife's mother's family. It was too painful to look back on the past.

When Shi Anxia looked at his grandfather's silent and fascinated look, he knew that he was thinking of his own grandmother, and his eyes turned gloomy.

It's better not to worry about such a cold-hearted man.

She lowered her eyebrows and deliberately raised her voice and asked, "Grandpa, Xia'er has never seen her grandmother before. I'm so sorry."

Tang Songlin also thought of something at this moment, "Xia'er, you asked someone, I do have a portrait of your grandmother, do you want to see it?"

"Okay, okay!" Shi Anxia was overjoyed. His peripheral vision glanced at Zhu who had not yet left, "How about grandpa giving the portrait to Xia'er?"

Tang Songlin refused in a deep voice, "That won't work! I only have one picture."

Zheng Qiaoer loved her niece to death, and it would be great to follow her. "It seems that my father has always treasured the scroll because he was thinking about my mother-in-law. I have been married to the Duke of Guo for so many years, but I have never seen a portrait of my mother-in-law." ”

The words were already on his lips. Tang Songlin couldn't say that he just couldn't remember his wife, so he never opened the scroll. "You're right. It's hard not to miss a woman like Chu Jun's mother."

Zhu, who walked slowly on purpose: "!!!"

She shouldn't have walked so slowly and heard words she shouldn't have heard.

Mrs. Zhu always thought that her husband had forgotten about his late wife, but she never expected that he was thinking in his heart and did not show it on the surface.

I don’t know how to be crazy about that portrait behind my back!

Zhu's panic and shock throughout the day were probably not enough for her entire lifetime.

With tears streaming down her face, she returned to her room and fell on the bed undressed.

This time Zhu was really ill.

In a trance, a woman came to her bed and stared at her condescendingly, "Zhu Yingying, do you recognize me?"

She tried hard to open her swollen eyes, "Mr. Chu?"

The woman sneered, "Ha!" "That's half right, I am Chu Jun's mother Mingzhen."

Zhu suddenly sat up from the bed and saw a woman wearing plain white clothes.

She has picturesque eyebrows and wears her hair in an old-fashioned bun that was fashionable in Beijing decades ago.

Lipstick has also been a popular color for a long time, but when applied to her mouth, it just looks so good.

Her voice was also nice. Even when she asked questions full of anger, she still had the soft and waxy silver tone unique to Jiangnan women, "You vicious woman! You made my daughter miserable in her life! You also killed my unborn grandson!"

Zhu was so distraught that she opened her mouth to defend herself, but couldn't say a word.

He just opened his mouth and couldn't close it.

……

"Old Madam! Old Madam, wake up! Old Madam! The doctor is here." Mother Ye was sent by Zheng Qiaoer, the matron of the house, to take care of the old madam. She was leading the doctor into the house at this moment.

Mother Ye introduced to the doctor, "Our old lady fell ill due to excessive sadness. She has been dizzy for days. She woke up for a few moments and spent most of the time sleeping. When she fell asleep, she couldn't close her mouth. Yes. Look, I'm still drooling."

The doctor made a diagnosis and treated her, wrote down a prescription, and said, "She is suffering from a stroke. Let's take a few medicines first to see if she can."

Mother Ye hurriedly responded and asked, "Doctor, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

The doctor said, "Eat less meat, less salt, and less smoked food."

Mother Ye continued, "The old lady cannot eat meat or salty things. The meals prepared for the old lady in the future must be light."

……

In Begonia Courtyard.

Tang Chujun has been wiping his temples with a wet towel, "Xia'er, come and wipe it for me. That wig doesn't work. It always feels sticky and I can't get it clean. It's been several days, and I still feel like there's something on my head. thing."

Shi Anxia took the wet wipes and wiped her mother's temples carefully with concentration. She found that her mother's skin was all red and felt very distressed. "I won't let you pretend to be grandma to scare Mrs. Zhu next time. Don't let people get there at that time." Not scared, but you were injured."

"Don't!" Tang Chujun smiled and shook his daughter's hanging hair, "This is just a red spot on the skin, not an injury. I just think it's sticky and I can't wipe it clean. Xia'er, let me tell you, it's fun! Actually, I wanted to tell the old woman something else to scare her, but you wouldn’t let me.”

When Shi Anxia saw her mother smiling like a child, she couldn't help but smile, "It's better to talk less, but it's wrong to talk more. The more you talk, the sooner she will wake up."

Tang Chujun's cheeks were glowing and his eyes were blazing. He was no longer as desperate as before. "I heard that I was so scared that I had a stroke. My mouth was crooked and my eyes were squinting... That damn old woman is also like this!"

Shi Anxia trimmed her mother's forehead hair, put down the wet handkerchief, cleaned her hands, sat down and said with a smile, "She has done so many bad things, she must get some retribution."

"My Xia'er's method is better." Tang Chujun praised sincerely. "She is going to die, so it will be easier for her. She has to live like this and be tortured day and night."

Shi Anxia smiled warmly, "This time, it really wasn't what I thought of."

Tang Chujun stuffed a winter melon candy into his daughter's mouth, "Hey, if it's not your method, then whose method is it? I don't think your aunt is much smarter than me, right? Is it her?"

Shi Anxia pursed her lips and smiled, thinking that my eldest aunt is much smarter than you, okay? Forget it, my mother is stupid, just live happily.

She lowered her eyebrows and said, "It's Cen Yuan."

When these words fell, Tang Chujun was really surprised. But when I think about it carefully, I feel that it should be so.

"Cen Yuan, this kid, is really good." Tang Chujun was unequivocal in praising his future son-in-law, "Smart, good-looking, and the key is to be good to you."

Shi Anxia smiled and asked, "Mom, how do you see that he treats me well?"

Tang Chujun was really satisfied, "The day before yesterday, his adoptive father Chen's family was awarded the title of Baron of Fuguo, and the emperor also gave him a house, which can be regarded as a place in the capital. I thought he would go back to the Chen family to stay for a while, but he came back last night , still living in his private room. What do you think he wants to do? Isn't he just trying to get closer to you?"