Da Suining

Chapter 1 Sweet Potatoes
The coffin was carried in from the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, surrounded by servants, as if carrying a new daughter-in-law into the mansion.

"Let the coffin wait." The old lady of the Prime Minister's mansion, Mrs. Rong, pushed herself up very strongly, "It's never too late to die after eating the sweet potatoes. Suining, pick a big one for grandma."

Xiang Suining carefully held the silver chopsticks, and gently tapped on the sweet potatoes in the clay stove. Hearing the crisp sound, he picked up a well-shaped one, shook it back and forth in his hand, and opened it to see that the sweet potato skin It is burnt yellow, and the inside is yellow sandy flesh. It has just been baked and is still steaming.

After taking a bite of sweet potato, Mrs. Xiang said "Ouch" three times in pain.

It was a few fine days in a row, and there was never such a fine day.Xiang Suining accompanied Mrs. Xiang to enjoy winter plums in the small garden.

Just half an hour after the reward, Xiang Suining slipped on the moss and kicked Mrs. Xiang a foot away. After all, she is an elderly person. After being carried back to the Dongkua courtyard, she has been lying down for several days. .

Even though she was bedridden, Mrs. Xiang would watch the maids embroidering goldfish, or watch the nuns tending two pots of flowers and plants. Over time, the days were easy to pass until the coffin came in.

Looking at his son, he didn't dare to curse himself to death, but the coffin didn't have long legs, so he wouldn't walk into Xiang's house by himself.Mrs. Xiang couldn't figure it out, so she called the servants around her: "Mother Su, go to the front yard and call the elder."

The snow had already buried the ankles, and it was approaching You Shi, and the weather was not very good.

The door of the Dongkua courtyard squeaked, and a burly figure flashed through the curtain of the second door, and a gust of cold air rushed in, and the flames in the clay stove trembled. When we arrived, there was a smell of wind and snow.

Mrs. Xiang deliberately put on a face, and picked a more fierce expression.Although she is a woman who doesn't understand the principles, if her son wants to give her a ride while the iron is hot, she will not agree.

Xiang Daying heaved a sigh of relief, patted the snow particles on the corner of his robe, picked up a roasted sweet potato from the clay stove to warm his hands: "In this snowy day, it's best to eat roasted sweet potatoes next to the clay stove, and my mother is getting better at pastime. "

Old Mrs. Xiang snorted: "I'm almost glued to the bed, where do I have time to spend my time?"

"Why is mother worried?" Xiang Daying took a bite of the sweet potato.

"You don't have any points in your mind?"

"Mother is talking about the coffin?" Xiang Daying wiped his hands, shook his gray satin and gold robe, sat down wide, and drank half a cup of tea slowly: "The coffin is not for mother. .”

"I don't read much, so don't lie to me."

"'Ciwu lost its mother, hoarse and mourning. It does not fly away day and night, and guards the old forest for years.' If the little crow is like this, let alone the son? The son definitely has no such intentions. If the mother doesn't like it, I will let people now Disposing of it is just a matter of a coffin, and it is not worth getting angry."

Mrs. Xiang's tone was a little more relaxed: "If you say that this coffin was not bought for me, then what is the use of you carrying the coffin back?"

Xiang Daying, however, answered irrelevantly: "Which servant from the Dongkua Courtyard is not strong enough to tell the news. If it is confirmed, I will reward her with this coffin."

The servants trembled.

"The old ladies in my house are all honest and responsible." Mrs. Xiang huddled behind the curtain like a quail and said to Suining, "You are not afraid of frightening Suining when you speak so loudly."

Mrs. Xiang pouted at Xiang Suining and asked her to move in front of Xiang Daying.

Xiang Daying rubbed his hands and looked up at his daughter for the first time.

At first glance, Xiang Suining doesn't look good.

The second glance is not as good as the first glance.

The thin hair is paired with small sandalwood-colored pearl flowers, the lotus-colored clothes, and the light green skirt. The clothes have been washed too many times, and the color has been mottled.A pair of small feet, stepping on dark green embroidered shoes, said to be embroidered shoes, after wearing them for two years, the big toes are like bamboo shoots, always trying to stick out.

The thin eyes are lifeless, the long eyelashes are dull, and the lips are thin and white. This appearance haunts at night, and those who are less timid will get up and burn papers in fright.

"It's really the Eighteenth Change of Women's University. Suining grew up, and it's getting more and more difficult." Xiang Daying rubbed her hands together again.

Mrs. Xiang was dissatisfied: "If you talk like this, will a child in Suining be wronged?"

"Come here—" Xiang Daying finally called Xiang Suining.

Xiang Suining trembled, obviously it was her father who called her, but to her, it was as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt, she only felt sparks in her eyes, as if with a "boom", the thunder knocked out her internal organs. When it was on fire, my whole body became hot involuntarily, and blue smoke was about to come out of my forehead, feeling like I was going to be cremated on the spot.

"Are you wronged?" Without waiting for Xiang Suining to answer, Xiang Daying said again: "Suining wants to cook, wash dishes, and even sweep the floor in the mansion. He is so free. Days, how many people are greedy."

Mrs. Xiang hated her son for studying too much and getting a Jinshi. He was as sharp as a monkey with a butt sticking out. Every time she tried to reason with him, she couldn't explain it. Nothing can be done.

"It's cold, mother should go to bed earlier, I can't fall asleep after thinking so much." Xiang Daying pulled up her robe and got up, and did not forget to take another sweet potato before leaving.

The east courtyard was quiet again, and the charcoal fire in the mud stove made a "crackling" sound, accompanied by the rustling of snowflakes, making it even more lonely.

"Suining." Mrs. Xiang sighed, "Why do I feel that your father is closer to the sweet potato than you are, and the sweet potato seems to be his own."

Mrs. Xiang told the truth, but regretted it after she finished speaking: "Suining, don't be sad, you still have a father."

"As long as grandma doesn't get mad about the coffin."

"Do you think that I called your father here because of the coffin? Silly boy, a person's life and death have their own destiny, and they are not in the coffin. It's just that you haven't seen your father for a long time, so why don't you join him? Grandma is getting old. How can I protect you all the time, and I still need your father to take care of me. It's snowing heavily outside, why would I ask him to come to Dongkua courtyard to anger me, it's not all because of you. "

Mrs. Xiang looked at the door curtain silently. Xiang Daying just got up to go out, and the door curtain was still warm. She looked away and murmured, "If your father is caring, he will take care of you."

Xiang Suining has long forgotten what it's like to be taken care of by her father. After living like this, she will believe any tree she grows from.

It doesn't matter if the tree bears fruit, at least the tree won't hate the fruit it bears.She didn't expect to go in front of Prime Minister Daying.

It's just that Mrs. Xiang's mouth seemed to be open, she was sure what to say, the next day, before Xiang Suining got up to wash up, he heard a message from the front yard that the master wanted to see her.

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