In the upper courtyard, stepmother Ma was talking to her husband.
Six-year-old Fifth Miss Rong Sheng was held and fed by her wet nurse.
She was wearing a moon-white silk jacket, with pink makeup, and was very cute.
"Master, madam, the third lady is here."
Rong Jiang said: "It's so cold that she has to make this trip.
I heard that it would be better."
Ma smiled and said: "The third lady must be in good health, so there is no need for me to be angry."
While talking, Rong Zheng had already entered.
She glanced at her father and stepmother sitting in the hall.
They were both familiar and unfamiliar.
She bowed hastily.
Rong Jiang nodded and said: "We were talking about your body, but you still made this trip on a very cold day.
You're not afraid of freezing."
Faced with his father's concern, Rong Zheng felt slightly unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable.
He lowered his eyebrows and said, "It's nothing serious.
I'll keep my father in mind."
"That's good."
Rongzheng looked carefully and saw that his father was less than thirty at this time.
He was dressed in plain white robes, tall, tall, and handsome.
"Third Miss, you are really well.
You can see her complexion is rosy.
You should be relieved."
Stepmother Ma's face was as full of smiles as ever.
Rong Sheng, who was eating, saw his sister coming and twisted to get off the wet nurse.
Run to Rong Zheng.
She smiled and said to Rong Zheng: "Sister, why don't you come to see me?"
Rongzheng felt a little unhappy when she thought that this sister might outshine her in the limelight in the future, and said gloomily: "I have been sick for many days and can't come."
When Mrs.
Ma saw Rongzheng staring at her daughter, she was afraid that Rongzheng was not fully recovered and that she would be sick and give Rongsheng a bad breath, so she said to the nanny: "It's cold, be careful of the wind.
Take the Fifth Miss to rest in the Nuan Pavilion." ” The nurse stood up and agreed.
Ma said to Rong Zheng again: "Miss Third, you must be hungry.
I happen to have a box of water chestnut cakes here, take it and eat it."
Rong Zheng thanked him.
Rong Jiang was very pleased to see that Ma was sincerely fond of Rong Zheng and did not look down on Rong Zheng just because he had Rong Sheng.
"Dad, my second aunt is from Nanyang" Rong Jiang felt that his daughter's question was strange and hurriedly said: "Why are you mentioning this suddenly?"
Rongzheng had already prepared a reply in his mind and said with a smile: "I went to my grandfather's house years ago and heard them mention it, saying that Nanyang is good."
"You little girl, no matter how good Nanyang is, how can it be better than Bianliang?"
Ma joked with a smile.
"I also heard that my second aunt mentioned that there is a Jiejie Temple in Nanyang and said that the pickles there are delicious.
Dad, do you think it's funny?
How can a sister's temple be called a sister's temple?"
Rongzheng's innocent words made Rongjiang laugh, and she explained: "Don't talk nonsense about sister temple.
People are untying knots and resolving the crux of the heart.
Why are you mentioning Nanyang all of a sudden?"
Rong Zheng continued to speak eloquently: "I heard my second aunt talk about Nanyang and I was curious.
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Growing up, I have never been to anywhere except my grandfather's house.
My second aunt also said that there is a family named Liao in Nanyang.
Their family courtyard There are three Begonias as thick as a bowl.
They are especially beautiful when they bloom in spring.
You can see their Begonias from the entrance of the alley.
Dad, the Begonias can really grow so big.
Can we plant some Begonias too?"
Rongzheng's childlike voice amused Rongjiang and Ma.
Ma said: "I didn't expect that the second uncle's wife would mention the Liao family's affairs to the third lady.
Their family has three Xifu crabapples as thick as a bowl.
When they bloom, they are spectacular.
His trees can be seen from all over the alley.
Miss Third really likes this, so we’ll plant one in Miss Third’s yard.”
Rong Jiang said: "After next spring, Sister Zheng will be thirteen.
By the time she gets married, the crabapple tree won't be as thick as a bowl."
Rong Zheng made up a random reason and told Ma that there really was a Liao family in Nanyang, and there were indeed three tall Xifu crabapples in the Liao family's yard.
Her second aunt was indeed from Nanyang, but she never mentioned anything about Nanyang to her, and the Liao family never mentioned a word about it.
But Ma's aunt married to Nanyang.
Aunt Ma's family lives in the same alley as the Liao family.
After trying this, everything came out.
Rong Zheng was secretly shocked, was this a coincidence or did it really happen?
She felt a chill.
It was Ma's uncle who acted as a matchmaker, and she married into the Liao family.
Originally, his father was not satisfied with this marriage.
He wanted to find a satisfactory marriage for Rong Zheng in Bianliang, but the ones he picked over and over again were not suitable.
At that time, her reputation in Bianliang was not that good.
Finally, her stepmother persuaded her father and finally accepted the marriage.
Thinking about the years she spent in the Liao family, she suffered a lot from her mother-in-law and her husband was unkind and unjust.
She couldn't feel at ease.
When he looked at Ma again, his eyes were full of alienation.
"Speaking of Nanyang, I remembered that my wife also has relatives in Nanyang."
Mr.
Ma smiled and replied: "Yes, my aunt married in Nanyang."
"No wonder."
Rong Jiang looked at his daughter and smiled.
Rongzheng broke out in cold sweat after hearing about the Liao family.
She thought of the scene in her dream, every bit of it seemed so real.
The joys and sorrows are all lifelike.
She couldn't help but wonder, maybe it wasn't a dream, but something she had actually experienced.
She ended her life sadly, and she was just a thirty-year-old woman before she died.
It's a pity that she couldn't even see a pair of children.
Could it be that she was dreaming about her past life?
Although it was a little ridiculous, it was not unknown in the notebook novels she had read, where the protagonist had some kind of precognitive ability as soon as he woke up.
I still live my life again Rongzheng trembled when she thought of this.
If she really had a new life, then she would never marry into the Liao family again.
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She also had to find out why the Rong family was defeated and why her father and younger brother were imprisoned.
For a moment, Rong Zheng felt that she had a lot of things to do, but she couldn't figure out what to do.
Zisu was sitting on the brocade tree doing needlework.
Seeing Rongzheng staring at her, Zisu was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "Miss, what are you looking at this slave?
Is there something dirty on this slave's face?"
He even touched it Touch your face.
Rongzheng glanced at the needlework in Zisu's hand and asked casually: "What are you doing?"
Zi Su smiled and said: "Miss, have you forgotten?
A few days ago, I asked my slave to help you make a small coat.
This is what I am making now."
Rong Zheng looked carefully and saw that Zi Su was holding a piece of lake-green silk cloth in his hand, which was stretched and less than half embroidered.
It contained the latest broken branches of gardenia.
Zisu's needlework was exquisite, and she was originally a needleworker in her grandmother's room.
Later, her grandmother saw that she was well-behaved and smart, so she used it for herself.
Rong Zheng remembered what happened in her last life.
Zi Su had been following her, but it didn't end well.
He died before he was twenty, but he died for Rong Zheng.
When Rong Zheng thought of this, she couldn't help but take another look at Zi Su.
She was smart, delicate, and had dexterous hands.
She just overturned one of her dowries and was instigated by the people next to her, so she gave Zi Su a slap in the face.
After all, Zisu was a young girl.
How could she bear the pain?
After being beaten twenty times, she couldn't get out of bed, and she got a few more symptoms, and she just died like that.
Thinking of this, Rong Zheng felt a little stinging in her heart.
She stepped forward to hug Zi Su's shoulders and said softly: "Don't be in such a hurry.
I'm not in a hurry.
It's cold and my hands are stiff.
Go ahead and play."
Ziying and the others are playing with sandbags in the back, why don't you join in the fun?"
Zi Su looked surprised.
She wondered when the young lady from Jingui could feel such pity for her.
She shook her head and said, "Now that they are gone, who will take care of the third young lady?
I'd better guard the young lady
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