Ninety-ninth bowl of soup on the other side (4)
My aunt is getting old.
Her illness is a heart disease, and it has been terminally ill for many years, and the medicines are ineffective, so she doesn't want to toss about it anymore, anyway, this life is also lived to the end, so as not to live to make others suffer. Although she had a bad life in the first half of her life, she really enjoyed great blessings in the second half of her life. Now she can close her eyes even if she closed her eyes.
Her hair is gray and thin, and her face is full of wrinkles. The torture and pain of the past few decades made her age faster than ordinary people. When Qing Huan saw her, she was actually old and dim-sighted, and she couldn't tell who it was. Only the young slave who has taken care of her for many years is fairly familiar with her.
Her room was simple and clean, and it was obvious that she was well looked after. Ding Yangyang looked at the person for a long time before he realized that it was the son of the world. When he was about to salute, Qi Fuming stopped him: "Don't be too polite. I heard that you are not feeling well. I will take my sister to see it." You, Qing Huan, come here."
Hearing this name, Auntie raised her head in a daze, and what came into view was a small and beautiful face, the brows were even somewhat similar to her Qinghuan. Qing Huan sat on the side of the bed and held Auntie's hand: "Hi Auntie, I'm Qinghuan."
"Good boy... good boy..." Auntie kept saying her good boy, her eyes fixed on her eyebrows and eyes over and over again. Even Qingnu was a little surprised, the daughter of the little princess really looked like Miss Qinghuan, could it be that she was reincarnated
Qing Huan touched Auntie's wrinkled face, the pained look on her face gradually faded, and she fell asleep sleepily after a while. Qing Huan could tell that Auntie's life was not long. There is pity and sympathy in her heart, but to her, the events of her life are just like a passing cloud, and there is no difference between her aunt and any world she has been to, any mother who loves her.
Because my aunt was ill, Qingnu was afraid that she would be sick when she was young, so he invited them to sit in the side hall and serve tea, and said in a rambling manner: "Auntie's health is getting worse and worse recently. Calling the girl's name for so many years, the slave girl thought that the aunt would take it easy."
"Mother and daughter are united, what can I do for my aunt." Qing Huan said lightly, and took another look. "But it doesn't matter. Death is like a lamp going out. She won't be sad anymore soon."
After reincarnation, even the name "Qing Huan" will be forgotten, and naturally she will not remember such a relationship between mother and daughter. Everyone who remembers her will eventually forget, only she will live forever with her memory.
There wasn't much she could do for her aunt, except that she would not feel sick for the rest of the time, and nothing else.
At this time, the servants came to report that Master Xiang had returned to the mansion. Hearing that Master Shizi was here, I would like to ask Master Master Xiang to tell you about it. Qi Fuming knew in his heart what Xiangye was looking for him for, and it must be because of those mysterious people. It's just that my sister is here and takes it there, lest she know the content of their discussion. It must be a little rude. In the end, she decided to go there by herself, and asked Aunt Qingnu to take her around the Xiangfu.
The environment of Xiangfu is quiet and peaceful, and there are not many servants. Qingnu told her that Xiangye is very withdrawn, never interacts with others, does not make friends, and is a straight minister. Because of this, the Holy One has great trust in him, because he does not Forming cliques, not to mention selfishness, solitary, without wives and children, without care and care.
Bamboo is the most planted in the Xiangfu, and the koi in the lotus pond are clear and visible. The whole Xiangfu is very quiet, except for the chirping of birds and cicadas, there is no other noise, which is very suitable for self-cultivation.
Aunt Qingnu was very nagging, she was worried about getting used to it, and said that she didn't understand until now, Mr. Xiang is a man of talent and talent, why is he still alone at this age, reminding her of her former master, could it be Her bad luck has affected the master
Qing Huan comforted her a few words, and Qing Nu seemed to feel better, but soon began to chatter. It is said that Xiangye has taken care of his aunt for decades, and he is more filial and considerate than his own son, and he can only see him occasionally smiling in front of his aunt. My aunt always feels that she is a drag on Xiangye. Fengshen is handsome, many women admire him, but he is ascetic as a monk. He was the only one left in the Jing family line, and he didn't plan to keep some incense.
Qing Huan quietly listened to Qing Nu's nagging. She probably felt depressed for a long time, and there was no one to tell her. It is said that Mr. Xiang used to be married to the ghost, and the ghost lady is still kept in the house by him. Furthermore, Mrs. Ghost and Mr. Xiangxiang are actually childhood sweethearts, but it was God's will to trick people, so that hatred ruined each other's lives.
The beauty has passed away, and there is no news of it. The living Xiangye is burdened with regret and sin, and he tortures himself day after day, living like an ascetic. He is already a man of destiny, and most of the other officials around his age have retired and returned to their hometowns. He still devotes himself to dealing with affairs day and night until the cock crows, eats vegetarian meals for three meals, and only changes a few sets of clothes a year. During the festival, every family is reunited, and the prime minister's mansion will always be deserted.
Live as if dead.
Qing Huan sighed softly, no relatives, no friends, no wife and children, isn't it the same as being dead, it's just that the dead has family members who want to burn the paper money, but he is alone here.
After talking for a long time, Qing Nu realized that the quiet little girl beside her was not just anyone, but the princess of Chang'an who was loved and raised. Everyone is happy.
That girl is a scar on everyone's heart, it doesn't matter if you don't pay attention to it, but once you think about it, it hurts heart-piercingly. Thinking about it, Qingnu's eyes became sore, and he murmured: "...The maidservant can live until now, it is the girl who replaced me..." Otherwise, those crimes should be suffered by her, but the girl has suffered for no reason. The slaves are full of remorse. He hated himself for being so unprepared that he didn't realize that the girl had moved to replace him back then.
Qing Huan smiled slightly and said, "That's what she wanted, not to mention, in that situation, she is the most suitable candidate."
Qingnu remembered that there were countless things to say back then, but Qi Fuming had already come to lead someone, Qing Huan told Qingnu before walking towards his brother: "That girl has never regretted it, she has accepted her fate, why Qingnu?" Aunt Nu still can't let go?"
Qi Fuming took her little hand, Qing Huan walked to him, and saw a man in a gray robe with a cold expression. He is getting old, and there are wrinkles around his eyes, but he is not old, but still handsome and upright. The annual rings of the years only add to the extraordinary and outstanding bearing in his eyes. It's just that he stood there, it was a deserted painting, like a pool of icy lake, without the slightest ripple.
When he saw her, he just glanced at her lightly, then turned around and left.
Qi Fuming was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "Mr. Xiang has such a temper, and he saw the Holy Majesty and his father as well."
Qing Huan smiled: "I don't mind."
That's good. Qi Fuming patted her head: "Let's go, don't disturb Xiangye's cleanliness." Anyway, things are almost done.
Qing Nu sent them to the door of Xiangfu, Qi Fuming sighed after getting into the carriage, and Qing Huan looked at him, and he showed distress: "Sister Huan, how can there be such a person as Xiangye in the world?" No matter how serious the crime is, the good deeds he has done over the years should be worth it."
Concerned about the country and the people, doing everything by himself, Dasong is strong because of him, and the people are prosperous because of him, but he is still stuck in himself and refuses to come out. Unlike Qing Wang and others who had experienced the events of that year, Qi Fuming, who knew what had happened, did not think that Xiangye had committed any serious crimes.
That's what he said, and he also asked Qing Huan like this: "Do you think his crime is really unforgivable?"
Qing Huan didn't answer, but asked instead: "What do you think, brother?"
"In that case, whether to choose Jiangshan Sheji or the woman I like, if it were me, I would choose the first one." Compared with the country and the people, personal selfishness has to be put aside, let alone Xiangye Not regardless.
Qing Huan smiled: "You can't have it both ways."
"It's this gift." Qi Fuming nodded.
Qing Huan asked again: "If I were that Qing Huan, would my brother still be so relaxed?"
"Then..." Qi Fuming thought about it seriously. "I'm afraid it won't work. Even if I know that the choice of country is correct, I'm afraid I will hate that person to the bone in my heart."
"So mother and aunt have hated him for many years, right?" Qing Huan smiled. "If you really want to say something wrong, he is wrong. It's just that he shouldn't hurt the innocent, let alone rely on that girl's love to act recklessly and repeatedly hurt her with words." The coldness of June can also make people feel disheartened. "Intelligently, he was controlled by hatred, and he was struggling emotionally. It was really destined to reach that end."
Up to now, Qing Huan has long been able to calmly and rationally look at all the incidents of her life. Compared with the person who was filled with righteous indignation for her, she thought that the person did something wrong, but it was not as exaggerated.
"Exchange a country for a person, and replace it with my brother, would my brother do it?" Qing Huan poured herself a cup of tea. "What's more, based on the actions of the barbarians back then, even if you succeed, you will not let the girl go. If you hand over the military map and food, hundreds of thousands of troops will be destroyed. If the enemy invades, all the people will die. , Mr. Xiang will bear a greater sin, how many families will be destroyed overnight, and everyone will become a subjugated slave, is it correct? The most important thing is."
she laughed. "The girl has already let go, why are the living still obsessed with it?"
"It was the inhumane enemy who tortured that girl, not the master. If you really want to resent, you should hate the enemy, right? When the master was young, he was conceited and ruthless. He was wrong in his feelings, but for the sake of the country, he asked his heart." No shame."
It's just that great changes happened later, and there were too many trends, which were beyond human control.