An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

The conversation in the bedroom did not last long. After a while, Guan Xingsheng opened the door, his face solemn, and without saying a word to anyone, he went back to his room, packed his things and left Gao's house.

Later, Ashan went to see him off for a while, only then did he learn that this senior brother from the Guan family had left Chang'an and returned to the northwest.

However, no one outside knew what the fellow disciples said in the room that night, and even Sang Feng'e was unable to get the information from her son's mouth.

Dr. Gao just smiled gently and told his mother, uncle, aunt and two cousins ​​that he was fine.

But whether it's really the case or not, how can someone who knows the situation clearly not know?

Sang Feng'e must have understood it in her heart. Even if Sang Ling didn't know the whole story, he had a general idea about the disease from Nie Ce's words and the conversation between his aunt and Wei Ai.

It must be a hereditary disease of the Gao family. The Sang family has never heard of such a symptom before - it is easy to faint when emotional. My aunt didn't have this disease either, but Gao Shiqu and Gao Li both died of this disease. As for the ancestors of the Gao family before that, it is still unknown.

A few days later, Gao Heng moved back to Yanshuiju. Although he was awake, he still seemed to be not feeling well. Sang Feng'e went there every day to take care of her son. Later, she simply moved to the side room of Yanshuiju. Sang Ling went to visit him twice.

Sang Feng'e bluntly told Sang Ling not to go to the gatehouse for the next few days. "There are many things going on in this mansion every day. I really don't have the energy to take care of these things right now. You can go and take care of it with Wei Ai for a few days."

It is indeed not an easy task to manage a mansion, and Sang Ling is well aware of this. Although there are few people in the Gao Mansion and the only real masters are mother and son, but when it comes to the guests, private slaves, and house-born children in the mansion, as well as the rent collected by the shops and restaurants below, it will be troublesome to manage people and things from top to bottom.

Just counting the time, the school has been open for several days. It seems that her schoolwork will be delayed for a long time - but she can't refuse. Although her cousin has woken up, he sleeps for a long time every day and needs someone to take care of him for three meals a day.

In such an emergency, she needs to stay at home.

……

Until July, Sang Ling's daily life was quite full, even more fulfilling than when he was studying.

After running two laps in the morning, she went to the painting hall for breakfast and read Confucian classics. If there was nothing urgent to do, she would practice a few characters. If there was something urgent, she would ask the two old maids, Wei Ai and Cheng Ai, to help her.

At noon, I went to Yanshuiju to have lunch with my aunt and cousin.

In the afternoon, I continued to return to the painting hall, where I could study and manage the household without any delay.

After returning to Hanning Garden at night, I ran for a while and went to bed after the hour of Xu.

There are no other entertainment activities in this era. Spiritual satisfaction comes entirely from books and sports. It’s okay to say it’s boring, because once you’re absorbed in reading a book, you can still savor the aftertaste of knowledge while exercising.

Overall, her days remain busy.

And once her days became fulfilling, those trivial thoughts in the past would no longer bother her all the time - such as her marriage next year, her cousin and Zhou Ying's marriage, and her own little thoughts.

Gao Heng did not leave Yanshuiju until the middle of this month. He had been taking care of himself during these days. He told his subordinates the prescription word for word, and Sang Feng'e fed him the medicine one mouthful at a time every day.

After all, he is a miracle doctor. He has taken good care of himself and looks as healthy as before.

But Sang Ling would occasionally think of Nie Ce's words at that time: If it happens again, we will just have to wait for the right time.

During the two days when her cousin was discharged from the hospital, Sang Feng'e moved back to the painting hall. She called Sang Ling over to have breakfast with her early in the morning. It was probably because she saw that her son had recovered well that the woman had a better appetite. She had lost a lot of weight during this period, and her cheeks were sunken. It was really pitiful that she was so worried about her son.

"Don't be fooled by your brother's usual talkativeness and his constant smile. He actually has a bad temper."

"Just like his father and his sister."

Her aunt chatted with her, her tone full of nostalgia, and the gentle look hidden between her eyebrows was also obvious.

"A Ling has never seen my cousin lose his temper." She could only continue the conversation softly, but it was not easy to say more. If she were to ask why she was angry at that time, it was estimated that her aunt would not say it was because of the marriage with the Zhou family.

This matter still makes her sad. Now that she is ill, she doesn't know when she can put the marriage with the Zhou family on the agenda again.

The Zhou family had sent someone to question them earlier. When they learned that Gao Heng was ill, the Zhou family members looked very unhappy.

After all, it has been delayed again and again, from the beginning of the year to the middle of the year, and now he is sick again, which makes people wonder whether he is really sick or faking it - if it weren't for the fact that the mistress of the Zhou family and Zhou Ying really liked Gao Heng, this elegant gentleman, if it were another girl, she would probably not have waited long ago.

Then I heard my aunt sigh again and talk to herself, "In fact, if it wasn't for that incident, maybe this disease wouldn't have occurred."

"I shouldn't have let him go. I shouldn't have."

Sang Ling didn't understand what was going on. What happened back then? What year was it? Before that, she was still young and ignorant. Even if she was sensible, she would be so introverted that she would never leave the house.

It was difficult to respond - I didn't know how to respond.

But it seemed that Sang Feng'e didn't intend to let her respond, as if she was simply looking for someone to complain to and vent her grievances.

The woman's slightly sunken eyes met his, her brows furrowed, revealing a bit of pain, "If I hadn't asked your brother to make friends with those powerful officials' children, that incident wouldn't have happened."

"What happened?" She finally couldn't help asking. But her mind immediately followed: As for Gao Heng's life, the only major event that could be considered as remembered was the murder case in the second year of Jiansi, for which the Gao family also lost their title of marquis.

Sang Feng'e put down her chopsticks and spoke slowly -

It was a sunny day, and when Sang Ling came out of the painting hall, the morning sunlight was still strong, making people dizzy. Fortunately, the breeze from the corridor blew away her confused thoughts, and she sat on the beauty seat, and recalled her aunt's intermittent words bit by bit.

In the second year of Jiansi, Gao Heng was only eighteen years old, about the same age as Nie Ce is now, at the age of full vigor and vitality. He fell ill and died one after another after hearing several sons of noble families implying that their father and sister were suspected of incest.

How could the boy, a son and a younger brother, bear it?

In a fit of rage, he hit one of them.