His mother returned to the Palace of Chu with her newborn baby and handed it to Yuan Qingling's hands. She bitterly said: "The old slave has never seen such a cruel mother in her life. When she was born, she said she wanted to hug her. After hugging her, she touched her neck and pinched it directly. If it weren't for Jinghe Princess to stun her with a small bench, it would be gone."
His mother was still trembling when she came back this way. She was so frightened at the time that she couldn't remember going to stun Guzhi. If Jing and the princess came in later, it is estimated that the child would be dead.
Yuan Qingling hugged the child and looked at the worm-like baby in the swaddle. She sighed softly, the child who was struggling.
"What did Princess Jinghe say?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"The princess only said that he asked the old slave to come back. There is no milk in Mingyue Nunnery." His mother said.
Happy Mother and A Si both came in. Happy Mother was afraid that Yuan Qing would be tired from holding her, so she took it and frowned when she saw it, "It's very young, almost like when our little brother was born. "
"His mother, there is a reserve nurse in the mansion, you hold it down and drink milk," Yuan Qingling glanced at A Si, "Four, ask someone to go to Hou Mansion and invite Master Hou over."
Ah Si said, turned around and went out.
His mother answered, "I don't know who to call it a name?"
Yuan Qingling looked at the worm-like appearance, and said, "Call Chonger first, and then give her a name later."
Before Jinghe Princess revealed that it is possible to raise this child, if she wants to raise, the child's name will be called her.
However, if this child really belonged to Yuanpalong, then it shouldn't have been raised by Princess Jinghe. He was not dead in Yuanpalong.
It's so annoying.
After Ah Si and his mother went out, the happy mother whispered: "Princess, do you look like Lord Hou?"
Xima knew about this, and now Yuan Qingling didn't hide anything from her.
Yuan Qing Lingben also thought about saying that the child was small, and his eyes were not opened, so he couldn't see it.
But even so, there are still some traces that can be seen, especially the eyes, which are exactly the same as Yuan Balong.
Therefore, Yuan Qingling sighed again and said, "Eight or Nine will not leave ten."
The happy mother was very melancholy, "How can this be done?"
Yuan Qingling thought of those people in her natal family, only the grandmother was reliable, but now the grandmother is sick again, can she take care of this child
When they were thrown back to the Jinghou Mansion, the Huang and Zhou had to kill the child within a month.
She was very upset, and said, "Set it up in the Chu Palace first, and then forget it when the time comes."
"But you have to talk about the origin of this child. There is one more for no reason, and the outside must be suspicious." The happy mother felt that this was the problem.
Naturally, Yuan Qingling also knew, thought for a while, and said, "When the old fifth comes back, discuss it with him."
The happy mother sighed: "This child is really pitiful, there is such a mother..."
She said, looked at Yuan Qingling, "Sorry, I didn't mean Master Hou..."
"Don't tell me about him?" Yuan Qingling resented, "He is not a good person. This child is in his hands and Luo Guzhi's hands are the same. Before he was born, he said that he was going to strangle her."
"If you say that, you can see that it is your own child in the end, it may not be so cruel."
Yuan Qingling sneered, "Have he ever been merciful to me and his sister? I can remember Hui Dinghou's incident. For such a person, he dares to push his sister to die for the sake of his future. Don't say that he hasn't gotten along with him yet. , To him is a daughter of unknown origin? I don’t believe him anyway. Chong’er can’t be handed over to him. It’s pitiful enough for this child to stand with such a parent, and this life can’t be lost in their hands.”
Yuan Qing Linggang became a mother, and he especially pityed the child, a child, a blank sheet of paper, if they were guilty, the original sin would be their child.
How innocent is the child? If you can choose, how can you be their child
Yuan Qingling felt very sad because the red mark on the child's neck had not faded. She was just born, and she was greeted by her mother's cruelty.
Madam Xi didn't know how to comfort her, because it was really bad, and everyone felt distressed when they saw it.
Waiting for him to come with his head drooping.
Man'er had already told him that he had brought a child back from the Fuzhong, so he knew what was going on.
I didn't expect to come, but Man'er said vaguely, if he didn't come, the princess would not rule out the use of force.
These words were from A Sijiao when Man'er went out.
Ah Si has a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of splashing skin while waiting.
Jing Hou also knows that the current Yuan Qingling is not the former Yuan Qingling, so foolish, if you really don't go, I'm afraid it will really take someone to the door to arrest someone.
He can't afford to lose this face.
Yuan Qingling directly asked to take him to the side room of Xiaoyue Pavilion.
After waiting anxiously for a while, he saw Yuan Qingling, who was forced to suppress his anger, but still could not hide his sorrow.
Waiting for a guilty conscience, she did not dare to speak, but sat there with her head drooping.
Yuan Qing Ling's anger turned into a sadness when he saw his appearance.
She didn't bother to scold someone, lest the scolded person didn't care, and she had a negative energy.
After she went in and sat down, she looked and waited and said directly: "The child I know is born, what do you think?"
Waiting for her neck to stretch, she retracted again, her eyes flickering, "This... isn't mine. Ask me what's the use? Go find your child's father."
"Therefore, before I was born, I still had a trace of luck. Now I saw the child and said it was not yours. I don't believe it either." Yuan Qingling said angrily.
Waiting and slowly said: "People have two eyes, two nostrils and two ears. If you don't look carefully, who can tell the difference? Can you recognize two pigs if they are not based on their body shape?"
"Are you a pig?" Yuan Qing Ling wanted to speak well, but he was really forced to do it, and he whispered angrily, "You are a few dozen years old, can you be a little responsible? What have you done in your life? The facts? The credit accumulated by your ancestors has come into your hands, and you have lost all of them. Grandma’s dowry, my mother’s dowry, together with your ancestor’s inheritance, are all set out for your official future. To this day, you still have no intention of repentance. Are you going to be angry with your grandmother?"
Although Jing Waiting is now desperate and unable to lift his head in front of others, he can't bear Yuan Qing's bullying and insulting him, so he stiffened his neck and said: "Who are you talking to? Is there any respect and inferiority in your eyes? Me? It’s you Lao Tzu, you have to respect me."
Yuan Qingling said sadly: "How I wish I could respect you, but you do not look like a father. Your family is shamed because of you, and your children suffer because of you. You must take responsibility for this matter today, otherwise I will follow you. You are not finished."
After listening to this, he gave her a sad look. After hesitating for a while, he took out a hundred taels of silver slip from his sleeve and put it on the table and ironed it slowly with his hands. "That’s all for me. You send the banknotes along with the wicked species to the countryside, and find someone to adopt them. If you can feed this hundred taels of silver to your teens, you will see her good luck in the future."