Ning Chen Ling Xiao

After Mrs. Shi's birthday banquet was over the next day, Old Hou Ye personally told Mrs. Shi about Ling Yi. After hearing this, Mrs. Shi's face didn't fluctuate at all, and she slowly said: "Since she died of a sudden illness, I don't know Will it be stained... It's okay for us two old things, but now there are so many children in the house, you have to be careful, tell the outside, don't park more, seven days is the limit.

Lord Ling nodded: "Yes, it's just... Ling Yi's current status is embarrassing, I'm afraid..."

"Could it be that you still want to let her enter the ancestral grave?!" Mrs. Shi's voice suddenly rose, and she sneered, "Okay, go tell the people in the clan and see if anyone agrees."

Old Hou Ye has always been in awe of his old sister, and quickly whispered: "Isn't this discussed with you? Why are you so anxious? Now you are not in charge of everything in this family? This small matter I have always been ignorant, and I can’t compare to what you can do, so who can I ask if I don’t ask you?”

Mrs. Shi didn't appreciate it, she served some tea and sipped it carefully: "I am old and insane now, there is nothing I can do, you can find a way to do it yourself, I don't care."

Old Hou Ye had no choice but to consult with the elders of the family. It would be impossible to give Ling Yi a good funeral, and this is not a glorious thing, it must be developed early.

Mrs. Shi felt uncomfortable when she heard the word Ling Yi in the past two years, but now she felt a little happier after going away, and she didn't go to take care of the funeral, especially since Jing Yu was pregnant now, so she couldn't be bullied Because she was not allowed to go forward, every day he only called Jing Yu inside to talk, chat and laugh with her, and coax the two children, Brother Yun and Brother Xian, to joke.

The two mistresses who were in charge of the mansion both let go, and Ling Xiao went back to the palace early. Ling Ruxue and Ling Xuan who were outside were almost blinded, and they parked their coffins in Luomeiju for seven days before burying them hastily. up.

It's just that Ling Ruxue lost his concubine and daughter recently, and with the exhaustion of the days, he seemed to be ten years older in an instant. On the day Ling Xiao returned to the house after the funeral, Ling Ruxue ordered someone to call Ling Xiao into his room.

This is the first time that Ling Ruxue called Ling Xiao here alone. Both of them were a little uncomfortable. Ling Xiao lowered his head slightly and waited for Ling Ruxue to speak. Said: "Today's funeral is over, I just want to ask you, does the death of the two of them have anything to do with you?"

Ling Xiao raised his head and looked straight at Ling Ruxue, and suddenly found that this man already had a stale aura that was heavier than that of the old master. When did it start?His stupid and stubborn father is already so depressed.

Ling Xiao nodded: "I don't understand what my father is talking about. I didn't go after the death of Mrs. Xia and the eldest lady. Everything was presided over by the eldest brother. If there is something wrong, the eldest brother will come to get me. How can I be free? "

Ling Ruxue shook his head, and said for a while, "Ling Xuan couldn't find out...I just asked you, did you do it?"

Ling Xiao suddenly wanted to sneer, is it too late to ask now?

Ling Xiao sighed softly: "Father doubts me, but I can't, I can only say, no."

"No...not..." Ling Ruxue chewed on these two words, as if he could taste the truth from what Ling Xiao said, nodded and said, "No, it's not, now you are Zi Junhou , is receiving the grace, so it is natural to say what it is."

Ling Xiao knew that Ling Ruxue couldn't bear such a big blow, and started to break the jar, but he still had to put on a show, Ling Xiao bowed with a smile: "Son, I'm terrified."

As if Ling Ruxue didn't hear Ling Xiao's voice, he still muttered to himself: "I'm dead anyway... If I die, I don't have a good end, it's such a mourning..."

"Father just needs to be at ease." Ling Xiao chuckled, "When we get there, my mother will take care of them for my father."

"Your mother..." Ling Ruxue moved uncomfortably and shook his head, "Go."

Sure enough, he still didn't want to mention Wei Zhuang. Ling Xiao felt a surge of joy in his heart, and said with a smile, "Yes, father forgot? It's my mother's death day at the end of this month, and I dreamed about her yesterday." , did father dream of mother?"

"A dead person, what does she keep talking about?!" Ling Ruxue picked up the teacup, "Go, I'm going to rest for a while too."

Ling Xiao bowed: "Yes, father is resting, I will come back to greet you when I have time."

It was this night that Ling Ruxue had a stroke.

No one knows what happened to Ling Ruxue that night. The girls who were watching the night in the middle of the night heard a "bang" inside, and hurried in to see that Ling Ruxue had already fallen to the ground. No, I was busy telling the outside to go, and it was already Yin time when the imperial physician came, at this time Ling Ruxue was half paralyzed and could not speak fluently.

On the second day, there was a commotion, the whole mansion asked for a doctor to extend the medicine, the old Hou Ye sent an invitation to the palace, Ling Xiao also had to wait in the mansion day and night, Chu Yifeng in the palace found out and sent the imperial doctor to come Ask for pulse, after tossing and tossing for half a month, the descendants have recovered a little bit, but they still can't speak well, and they have to rely on crutches to walk. This official must not be able to do it. Chu Yifeng sent someone to send some rare medicinal materials to comfort him, and then That's it.

One thing happened after another in Shoukanghou's mansion for a month. Ling Xiao and Chu Yifeng could see each other every morning when they were in the court and when discussing government affairs in the cabinet. There are too many things to do with his mother, Ling Xiao hasn't stayed in Chengqian Palace for many days, Chu Yifeng still thinks about it if he doesn't say anything.

"Let's all go down." Ling Xiao took off the cloak outside, walked closer and sat next to Chu Yifeng, and said in a low voice, "My father is fine today, he got up early and has a lot of energy, and he is in good spirits."

Chu Yifeng smiled: "That's good, are the two old people in the house okay?"

"Okay." Seeing the temptation in Chu Yifeng's eyes, Ling Xiao couldn't help rubbing his head and chuckling, "There's nothing else to do, I'll stay today."

Chu Yifeng was really happy when he heard it, and hurriedly got up to bring the fresh things he had been looking for these days to present to Ling Xiao. Chu Yifeng has a habit of storing good things in one of his cabinets, waiting for Ling Xiao to pick them up. Order people to put it away.

Ling Xiao watched with a smile as Chu Yifeng went into the room and carried out his treasure chest, and checked it nonchalantly, but it was still on Chu Yifeng from the corner of his eye.

These days, Ling Xiao misses Chu Yifeng no less than Chu Yifeng misses him. Filial piety is the first priority. Ling Xiao really doesn't care if Ling Ruxue is sick. He is serving sick people in the mansion just to put on a show to stop the mouths of the censors. Serving soup and medicine Naturally, he didn't need to do it, Ling Xiao was afraid that if he did it himself, he might accidentally inject some medicine in a fit of temper, and sent Ling Ruxue to see Xia Lan directly.

"Uncle Shi Huang brought this to me when he came to Beijing." Chu Yifeng opened a jewel box, and inside was a delicate jade pendant. The whole jade pendant was composed of nine pieces of jade. Boom, the sound quality is extremely crisp, Chu Yifeng handed the jade pendant to Ling Xiao with a naive smile, "I thought you were wearing it well, I know you don't like the moon-white tassels, I asked someone to replace it with this gold thread one , doesn’t it look good? Wear it for you.”

Ling Xiao took it and looked at it. The jade is warm and moist, and the carving is exquisite. It really is a good thing. Ling Xiao smiled, leaned over and put it on Chu Yifeng's waist, and said with a smile: "It looks good, you can wear it, I have been wearing it all the time. This one, it’s too long-winded to wear another one.”

Chu Yifeng looked down at the broken jade pendant on Ling Xiao's waist, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched, Ling Xiao scratched Chu Yifeng's nose: "Laugh if you want to, good luck."

Chu Yifeng just smirked and didn't speak, and fiddled with his waist Ling Xiao just put the jade pendant on him, Ling Xiao turned his head and whispered in Chu Yifeng's ear: "Just wear the one you gave, nothing else is better."

Chu Yifeng just likes to hear Ling Xiao talk to him so affectionately. The two of them have never been so intimate for many days, so naturally there is no lack of affection. How is your house?"

Ling Xiao hadn't had time to tell Chu Yifeng that he wanted to adopt Ling Shixian, so he took advantage of this and said with a smile: "The child you like is really good. After getting along with that child these days, everything is my temper. I Thinking of adopting him under my knee."

"Ah?" Chu Yifeng couldn't react for a while, and said in a daze, "I... adopt to you?"

Ling Xiao nodded: "Yes, I must have no descendants, but what should I do with them?"

"I thought you were going to choose from among your own relatives." Chu Yifeng still couldn't react that Ling Xiao would actually want to bring Ling Shixian into his room, he hesitated and said, "Have you told the old Hou about this?"

"I mentioned it once, but Grandpa didn't object." Ling Xiao pulled up Chu Yifeng's clothes, smiled, "Grandpa never said anything about my affairs, and he knows about our affairs, so it's fine."

Chu Yifeng nodded: "Well, it's rare for him to be angry with you, come back and I'll give you my will?"

"Just waiting for your will." Ling Xiao lay down, thought for a while, and said, "I still have to tell my aunt, you know?"

"I know." Chu Yifeng couldn't help but began to look forward to the future, and said with a smile, "When Yu'er grows up, when he is five years old, he will bring Ling Shixian close to the palace and ask him to accompany Yu'er to read, just like we did back then."

Ling Xiao chuckled: "Well, listen to you."