Rebirth of the Imperial Examination: The Empress of the Impoverished Family

Chapter 60 Father
Give up voluntarily?

How can it be?

Jiang Jin couldn't believe what Su Mu said, the huge impact made her lose her mind in an instant, she leaned against Su Mu's shoulder, and pressed him firmly against the wall.

At the same time as there was a "clang" sound, the door was also opened from the outside with a "squeak".

Qing Shan broke into it and shouted eagerly, "Master!"

Su Mu frowned in pain, lowered his voice, and his posture was not the same as before.

"Jiang Jin, calm down."

How could Jiang Jin be calm?

She grabbed the hem of Su Mu's clothes, her ears kept buzzing, and the Su Mu in front of her eyes gradually blurred into a double image.

The words of comfort made her lean her head against her fists, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

In the end, Qing Shan separated her from Su Mu.

Jiang Jin didn't know how Qingshan made Su Mu leave.

When she came back to her senses, only she and Qingshan were left in the room.

She picked the red eye sockets with her ring finger, and smiled bleakly, "I..."

"Master..."

Qingshan cried out in distress, and hesitantly took out the things in his arms and handed them to Jiang Jin.

Jiang Jin lowered his eyes.

On the slender hand was a yellowed envelope.

"My wife asked me to give it to you. I said that you will understand after reading it."

Jiang Jin took it, and ran across the words on the envelope with his fingertips. The words were like a sharpened knife, cutting into his heart one by one.

Her voice was a little hoarse, "Aniang knows?"

A look of shame flashed across Aoyama's face.

"When I got the prescription, my wife found out. She knew that you didn't say anything after checking the master's affairs. She just asked me to give this to you."

"I see."

Jiang Jin responded in a low voice, "Go down first."

Aoyama was worried, but in the end he didn't insist.

After Qingshan left, Jiang Jin took a deep breath and mustered up the greatest courage in his life before opening the envelope.

The familiar fonts and phrases rushed to her face, pulling her back to three years ago.

……

three years ago.

A remote town in the south of the Yangtze River.

During the rainy season, there is a musty smell in the air.

In the most inconspicuous courtyard, lived a loving couple.

Ordinary people only know that the man in this family is a sick child, but his wife is virtuous and his son is intelligent, which is a blessing.

But if there are people from the capital, they will recognize that the man in this family was once a celebrity in front of the emperor, Jiang Ge elder, Jiang Yi, one of the three princes.

In the small, crowded but tidy room, Jiang Yi was struggling to get up, but finally fell down weakly.

The dust stirred up by him in the room swirls continuously in the sunlight.

Jiang Yi looked at the flying dust, his old eyes showed reluctance and pity.

It has been many years since he left Beijing for lingering sickness.

He naturally knew the strangeness of his illness, and also knew that the illness could not be cured.

I can't live long.

But this is already the best result.

He has a pair of sons and daughters, the eldest son is named Jin, and the youngest daughter is named Xiu.

It was the death of his son that made him cherish his only daughter even more.

It was only to keep her safe that she had to replace her brother.

For so many years, no matter how he thought about it, he felt sorry for his little daughter.

If his wife and children were gone, he would definitely not continue to live in this world.

An old hand rests on the edge of the bed.

The calloused place is still there even after being bedridden for many years.

Jiang Yi tried a few more times, constantly moving his body to lean against the wall, but finally lost his balance and fell to the ground with a "gudong".

The flying dust made him cough continuously, and each cough was like taking out his lungs and hammering it out.

The door also squeaked open.

With the sound of hurried footsteps, the sun came in little by little.

Jiang Yi propped his head and looked over, seeing who came bit by bit.

Yangliu waist, hibiscus noodles, asked him with the same concern as when we first met, where did he fall.

He couldn't control his muffled laughter, which caused Jiang Lin to complain for a while.

Jiang Yi touched the callus on Jiang Lin's hand, and sighed, "I'm the one who can't stand you two."

He asked Jiang Lin to help him to the desk, just like when he was young, one person was grinding the ink, and the other was at the desk.

Even a serious illness couldn't make him bend his waist straight. He tried his best to control his trembling hands with each stroke, just to continue the sharpness of the font.

Jiang Lin pressed the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and greedily looked at the man who was writing furiously.

The bitterness in his heart finally turned into a cloak on his shoulders.

"Wan'er, for this first letter, you asked Qingshan to be delivered to Yuanze. He is the magistrate of Anfu County now. If I am gone, he will definitely protect you."

"This second letter..."

Jiang Yi suddenly coughed up blood, he wiped it off indifferently, and continued to ask, "This second letter, if Xiu'er investigates my affairs in the future, I will give this to her."

"When the matter subsides in the future, you can take her to hide in the mountains and forests. At that time, if you want to restore your daughter to find a good husband, or other things, you can let her go."

"But if she wants to fight for her future, you can follow her. Although Xiu'er is stubborn, she is no worse than Jin'er. You must not restrict her because of her status."

"If one day her identity is exposed, don't blame her. It's the fault of enlightenment and ethics. It's not her fault after all. This third letter is a talisman for you and Xiu'er."

Jiang Yi seemed not to be tired, he talked a lot, and wrote down many policies that he didn't have time to say.

He was like an old lady washing clothes at the bridge pier, repeating a sentence over and over again, for fear that Jiang Lin would forget it.

Talking, talking, he seemed tired.

Lie on the table and never get up again.

In the house, Jiang Lin was holding three letters and was crying so hard.

The pines and cypresses outside the door are straight, and they will never compromise even if they are rustled by the blowing.

he,
Died on the table for which he had fought all his life.

I couldn't let go of the pen I was holding tightly until I died.

……

Zhan Xin'an,
My son has been intelligent since he was a child, innocent and quick-witted, but because of my faults, I suppressed my own nature, but I can only protect you.

As for the situation, it hurts his family like this, and the grievances of his party are condemned. When the matter is over, you can return yourself.

The good and the evil of the world are all driven by people's hearts, and their own good and bad depend on each other. I only wish to see my family members in good health and the people in peace.

When the relationship arises, it gathers, and when the relationship ends, it disperses.

At the crossing of life, each has its own boat, and it is not your fault that this is the case today.

Life in the wilderness, my son don't suffer from it.

……

life in the wilderness,

My son don't suffer from it.

That day, Jiang Jin collapsed in Xiyun Pavilion's cubicle alone.

The silent tears falling on the letter were even more deafening than the thunder that exploded in the sky.

Every word of her father told her not to live in hatred, but to move forward, to move forward.

But the death of my brother, the death of my father, how could I not hate the lives of the 83 members of the uncle's family?

Wilderness of life?

But where is her way?

Holding the letter that day, Jiang Jin read the letter to the moon a hundred times in his heart.

In the end, she only remembered the eight words of family well-being and common people's well-being.

(End of this chapter)