Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator

Chapter 290: The past is over

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Uncle Jing An snorted, obviously he didn't want to pay attention to the mother and daughter.

This not only embarrassed He Ying's mother and daughter, but even the old lady beside her felt embarrassed.

After all, He Ying's mother and daughter were taken care of and maintained by the old lady.

The people in Yihua Hall finished their greetings, and finally it was He Dalang who was still kneeling on the ground.

He Changqi hasn't seen his father for a long time, and he also misses him very much. It's just that his father neglected him, and he also understands that it is his own reason.

From the corner of Uncle Jing'an's eyes, he saw this disappointing son, and he was really angry. He ordered in a deep voice, "Come with me to the big study."

Only then did He Changqi get up and bow his head to follow behind Jing Anbo, and left the Qingwei Hall in silence.

Uncle Jing'an came back, and the entire mansion of Uncle Jing'an was filled with joy.

The news soon spread to Mrs. Jing'an's yard, and Mrs. Jing'an, regardless of her health, wanted to get up immediately and go to the front yard to visit her husband whom she hadn't seen for several years.

Fortunately, he was persuaded by He Changdi and his wife who came here, otherwise, Mrs. Jing'an would really ignore it.

In the evening, the family had a reunion dinner together in the flower hall in the front yard.

He Erlang didn't go home when he had nothing to do on weekdays, and he returned home early today.

Uncle Jing'an's mansion was actually more lively than during the Chinese New Year. Chu Lian personally cooked the dinner with the big maid beside him.

There are fragrant Dongpo pork, stir-fried beef with chili, dry pot cabbage, boiled fish, old duck stew... There are a total of more than a dozen dishes, all of which Jing Anbo has never eaten in Mingzhou.

After the meal, he couldn't help admiring the craftsmanship of the third daughter-in-law.

Because of the satisfying reunion dinner, Uncle Jing'an's mood improved a lot during the day because of the bad things about He Dalang.

In the evening, Jing Anbo returned to the yard with his two little granddaughters and Mrs. Jing Anbo.

In the main room of Mrs. Jing'an's courtyard, the servants retreated at this time, only Jing'an and his wife were left, and the two children were also taken down to sleep by the nanny.

Jing Anbo held his wife's hand and sat down at the table. The couple had a very good relationship, they hadn't seen each other for several years, and they missed each other very much. They had a lot to say at this moment.

Jing Anbo is most concerned about his wife's health.

Although he had received a letter from He Changdi saying that his wife's illness had been cured, he was still worried because he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

Now seeing his haggard wife, who has been bedridden for many years, standing in front of him with a ruddy and healthy face, he couldn't say how happy he is.

Uncle Jing'an, a burly middle-aged general, had his eyes flushed for a moment. He held his old wife's hand, "Peiwen, you're finally healed."

Mrs. Jing'an Mrs. Liu also laughed, "Yes, well, now thinking about those days when I was bedridden, it's like a dream."

"Quickly tell me who is Miracle Doctor Miao who treated you?"

Jing Anbo probably knew how his wife's illness was cured, but he didn't know the details.

Mrs. Jing'an expected that he would ask, so she told him the process in detail.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Jing'an finally finished speaking. She smiled and looked at her husband, "I'm afraid God would not be willing to let me lie on the bed. Tell me to get better soon, and wait until you return home!"

Uncle Jing An nodded with a smile. He sighed, "The third daughter-in-law is really the lucky star of our He family. Without her, Divine Doctor Miao would not be willing to live in our house and take care of you. Although my mother is old, I'm a little confused, but the marriage I proposed to San Lang is actually a lucky star. Tomorrow I will go to personally thank Miracle Doctor Miao."

Mrs. Jing'an Mrs. Liu nodded, "It's time to thank Miracle Doctor Miao in person."

Then she seemed to think of something again, and laughed out loud, "Husband, it's true, since San Lang's daughter-in-law married into our uncle's house, San Lang has become more promising day by day. Now he is the Marquis." What! Could it be that this child was born with the fate of Wangfu?”

Bo Jingan laughed heartily, and then reminded his wife, "We can just joke about this kind of thing in our own room, and things like the luck of the palace should not be spread outside. This kind of thing is the most important thing." Unreliable."

As soon as Jing An Bo came back, Mrs. Jing An Bo found the backbone, and she became more sober. She hurriedly said, "I'll save it."

The two drank a cup of tea. Uncle Jing An saw that his wife looked at him hesitant to speak, and he had already guessed what she wanted to say. He sighed slightly, "That child Dalang is honest and affectionate. It's not entirely his fault that they have come to this point. The two of them have reconciled now, so don't think too much about it, and look forward to everything. As for the child of He Ying's family, don't worry, as long as I am here, I will never Will agree to the marriage of the two of them. Even if Da Lang marries again, he must marry a girl with a good temper. Otherwise, it will be Lin and An who will suffer."

Liu didn't expect her husband to think so clearly, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned closer to her husband, and the heartstrings that had been tense for so many days finally relaxed.

Today is the fifteenth day, and there is a full moon hanging outside, exuding a clear brilliance, and the moonlight shines in through the half-opened window, illuminating a small area in front of the couch.

The old couple looked up at the bright moon outside the window. This moment really felt a sense of completeness.

When they felt the consummation of this moment, they didn't know that the Jing'an Bo Mansion in the previous life would be ruined in two months.

At that time, Mrs. Jing'an died of an old illness, and the old matriarch became ill because of the confiscation of the uncle's house, and then became bedridden.

Bo Jing'an was crushed to the entrance of the vegetable market and beheaded, and the three brothers of the He family were exiled to the north.

That nightmare seems to be getting further and further away...

He Changdi stood by the window, staring at the moon in the sky ecstatically. The cool moonlight fell on He Sanlang, as if it had coated him with a layer of silver light.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and the spring night breeze brushed against his cheeks, bringing up his drooping hair at the temples, making him look as if he had descended from an immortal.

Chu Lian was half asleep and woke up thirsty. When she opened her eyes, she found that the "stove" that was sleeping next to her was gone. She sat up in a daze, opened the gauze curtain, and looked outside.

A dim candle was lit in the room, and Chu Lian could see He Changdi standing in front of the window at a glance.

She wondered why He Sanlang was standing in front of the window in the middle of the night with so little clothes on. It's spring now, and it's still relatively cold at night.

She simply put on her night shoes and got out of bed, grabbed He Changdi's cloak from the side, walked to him, and put the cloak on his shoulders with her feet.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?" Chu Lian was still a little confused, and his voice was hoarse.

A pair of moist almond eyes were not as cunning and clear as usual, they were hazy.

He Sanlang felt warmth on his shoulders, and the warmth seemed to be transmitted along his chest to his heart, making his cold heart beat rapidly.

He suddenly stretched out his long arms to pull Chu Lian into his arms, leaned down slightly, and asked softly, "Why did you wake up?"

This little girl sleeps deeply on weekdays, and even the shaking of the earth and mountains can't wake her up.

Chu Lian was not fully awake yet, and her eyes were a little hard to open, so she simply leaned against He Changdi, buried her head in his chest, and said vaguely: "I woke up from thirst, and found that you were not on the bed, so I got out of bed and came to you .”

He Sanlang lowered his eyes and saw that Chu Lian's little head was slowly falling asleep in his arms, and the corners of his mouth curled up helplessly. All the negative emotions just now were swept away by his wife's cute appearance.

He reluctantly lowered his head and kissed the top of Chu Lian's hair.

"Sleepy so soon?"

Chu Lian was no longer conscious, her arms subconsciously wrapped around He Sanlang's narrow waist, "Sleepy..."

He Sanlang laughed, "Didn't you want to get up to drink water?"

When he asked, he found that Chu Lian had fallen asleep with his arms around his waist.

This little troublemaker.

He Changdi felt sweet and helpless in his heart.

Looking at the petite woman nestled in his arms, I just feel like I am raising a daughter who likes to act like a baby.

He Changdi was slightly short. He pulled away Chu Lian's slender arms around his waist, and then put them around his neck. He supported Chu Lian's upturned buttocks with his two big palms, and made her whole like a Hold it in your arms like a baby...

Chu Lian leaned against his chest, completely unaware of her current state.

He Changdi squeezed her sleeping flushed cheek with one hand, turned around and walked to the bed, put her in the bed, and covered her with a quilt to prevent her from catching cold.

At this time, he didn't turn off the lights and go to sleep, but walked to the table, got half a cup of hot water on the small red clay stove next to him, and mixed it with cold boiled water to make it warm.

Returning to the bed with the teacup filled with warm water, he took a sip first and then fed it to Chu Lian.

Chu Lian, who was sleeping soundly, subconsciously swallowed the warm water in her mouth, and subconsciously licked her lips. This action immediately made He Changdi's eyes darken.

He Changdi took a deep breath, turned around, put the teacup in his hand on the small table beside him, sat on the side of the bed for a while, and then lay down next to Chu Lian again, reached out his long arms, and took Chu Lian into his arms.

Smelling the familiar light fragrance in his bosom, He Changdi's messy thoughts were slowly calmed down.

Although the fate of the Jing'an House has been rewritten in this life, many things have been avoided by him, and he has created a good situation for himself, but he just can't help worrying and thinking wildly.

He was worried that this would be a sweet dream, and when he woke up, he was still facing the cruelty of the previous life.

It wasn't until he really held Chu Lian in his arms and felt the real existence of her that He Changdi could be sure that everything was real now.

After the restless emotions were calmed down, the drowsiness also slowly struck.

It was already late at night in a wing room of Qingyu Hall, but Mu Xiang couldn't sleep at all.

The doors and windows of the wing room were tightly closed, so that no light could penetrate.

There was not a single candle or lamp lit in the wing room, and it was pitch black.

In this place where you can't see your fingers, Mu Xiangheyi is sitting on the edge of the bed, like a shadow that exists silently, making people afraid.

She sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, she couldn't believe that Jing Anbo would come back early.

Obviously it was not like this in the previous life!

When Uncle Jing'an came back, the situation in the Uncle Jing'an Mansion was disrupted. It was almost impossible for her to achieve her goals through the old matriarch and He Ying's mother and daughter.

She bit her lip and cursed Jing Anbo secretly.

In places where the light can't reach, her eyes are sinister and vicious.

She resentfully grabbed the brocade quilt under her body, gritted her teeth and swore that no matter what means she used, she would get what she wanted.

Early the next morning, Jing Anbo, He Changjue and He Changdi went to the palace together.

He had just returned to Beijing, and he had to attend the Great Court Meeting first, then go to the Ministry of War to resign, hand over the Tiger Talisman, etc. In fact, there were many things to do.

Returning home in such a timely manner yesterday was nothing more than taking a break from busy schedules.

After Uncle Jing An came back this time and handed over the Tiger Talisman, he would take a spare job and be raised in the Chengbo Mansion in Shengjing. This is also the normal way of retirement for most frontier generals, so it is not surprising.

Palace of Qinzheng.

At this time, the Great Court Meeting was over, and Bo Jing'an was summoned to the Hall of Qinzheng alone to speak.

After all, Uncle Jing'an had just returned from Mingzhou, and he was a general who had guarded Mingzhou for many years. It was not surprising that Emperor Taiping summoned him to talk alone.

Uncle Jing'an, who was dressed in military uniform, was tall and tall. He stood in front of the Hall of Qinzheng like a mountain, and waited until Eunuch Wei, who was next to Emperor Taiping, came out to summon him. Uncle Jing'an followed him into the Hall of Qinzheng.

A light flashed in Jing Anbo's eyes, who lowered his head slightly, and his brows became more and more resolute. He finally took a deep breath, raised his head, looked straight ahead, and finally fell on the bright yellow figure above him.

Although Emperor Taiping was approaching the year of his destiny, he had not yet grown a beard. Men in the Great Wu Dynasty did not like to grow beards, and Emperor Taiping also followed this rule.

Emperor Taiping, who had no beard, looked five or six years younger than his actual age, and Emperor Taiping, who was nearly fifty years old, seemed to be in his early forties.

But it was different when Jing An Bo stood in the hall.

Jing'an Bo was obviously one year younger than Emperor Taiping, but his face was full of wind and frost, and there were a few white hairs in his jet-black hair, which made him look a few years older.

The nasolabial folds on both sides of the mouth are obvious, and with the addition of a beard, looking at it this way, it seems that Bo Jing'an is more than ten years older than Emperor Taiping.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Emperor Taiping raised his head from the imperial case, and his gaze fell on Uncle Jing'an.

The indescribable feeling in that gaze was neither appreciation nor admiration for the courtier, nor was it trust and gratitude.

In short, it makes people feel weird.

"He Yanwen, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come here without any problems." Emperor Taiping suddenly said these words with a smile on his face, which made Eunuch Wei, who had been serving him for many years, tremble along with him.

Uncle Jing'an bowed his head slightly, and saluted Emperor Taiping in a standard manner.

"General Zhennan He Yanwen sees His Majesty, long live His Majesty."

Emperor Taiping's voice turned cold in the next second, "Long live? He Yanwen, don't give me such a trick. If you really regarded me as long live in your heart, you wouldn't have done that thing in the first place!"

Uncle Jing An smiled wryly in his heart, sure enough, after so many years, the Holy Majesty still can't forget that incident.

It's just that the past is gone, how can it be recovered.

Uncle Jing An sighed in his heart, "If the Holy Majesty still wants to blame, I will be punished."

Seeing his reckless appearance, Emperor Taiping suddenly became furious, and the anger that had been suppressed in his chest for many years suddenly seemed to be detonated, causing his entire face to contort.

Emperor Taiping raised his hand and smashed the priceless Diancui Jingtai Wanfu pattern teacup, and said angrily: "He Yanwen, don't think that I dare not give you to death! If she hadn't pleaded for you back then, you would have been killed by me a long time ago." Cut to pieces!"

Uncle Jing An lowered his eyes, his burly body was like a towering hill, firm and unyielding, it was disgusting to look at.

"I'm a humble minister, but it's up to the Holy One to deal with it."