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Chapter 191 The old friend remains
It was noon on the first day of the new year when I arrived in the capital.

The July sun shone hotly on the ground, people speaking Yanjing accents were everywhere on the post road outside the city gate, and the familiar scenery on both sides of the road gradually awakened Changying's memory of the city outline.

When she returned after many years, Changying's heart began to churn, she simply put down the curtain, closed her eyes and sat upright.

After a while, she opened her eyes again and called for a stop.

Ling Yuan was next to the car. When the car stopped, he took a few steps forward, looked back, and then reined in his horse and backed up.

Changying got out of the driveway: "Let's part ways here."

Ling Yuan's gentleness that had been maintained for more than ten days dissipated in an instant: "What is the way? Guo Jiao will take you directly to the Hou's Mansion."

He is an imperial envoy, and officials will greet him at the gate of the city when he is still in court. It is inconvenient for Changying to accompany him, but he can go first.

"No." Changying said, "I have asked Xiuxiu to take care of the house for me. Find an inn for two days, and I can move in after packing up."

"you--"

"I'll go see my aunt later, but I'm not ready yet." Changying clasped her hands.

How can I go to Ling's house at this time?Before entering the city, those things have already rushed out. She is not sure whether she can keep calm after entering the city. What can she say when she goes to the Ling's house at this time?
She still has a disgraceful identity, and there are countless people in the capital waiting to spit on her. With these alone, she is already in a passive position.

If she wants to stay in the right position, from now on, she needs to devote all her energy to this contest. She will not, and she is not willing to appear in the image of being alone and helpless back then.

Ling Yuan stood still and stared at her for a long time, then said coldly: "As you like."

Having said that, he looked down and looked elsewhere but did not act.

Changying got into the car first.

He reached out and grabbed the car window again: "When are you going back!"

Changying pinched the tips of her hands and said, "Let's wait a while."

Looking at her calm face, Ling Yuan also felt that she was really unfeeling.

……

When they set off again, Huang Ji, wearing long tassels, sped up a bit. They had three carriages, but they were no bigger than the Marquis Wu Ning's team who had returned to the imperial court.

Under Changying's arrangement, Shaoqing followed Ling Yuan.

When entering the city, Changying saw an official in full official uniform waiting at the gate together with a general from the Chinese Army's Governor's Mansion, as well as Feng Shaoyin and Feng Shaokang who were waiting eagerly.

Looking carefully, there are two other children of the aristocratic family in regular clothes, the most eye-catching one among them, elegant and gentle, extremely handsome, is Fu Rong, the son of Guangwei Marquis who is as famous as Ling Yuan.

These were all frequent visitors of Ling's family in the past, but now they are all the same, only she is different.

Chang Ying withdrew her gaze and said, "Go to Lizi Hutong and find an inn to stay in."

Two quarters of an hour later, I asked for a room at the inn, and Changying sent Zixiang first: "Go to Rong's house and send a message to Xiuxiu, see if it's not convenient for him to come out, let her come to the inn some time."

Rong Mansion is in Lizi Hutong, she chose to live here for the convenience of Xiu Xiu.

When she waited for someone to come, she pushed open the window, and a corner of the capital cityscape appeared outside the window. Residential houses and government houses, streets and alleys, and northern trees and vines scattered in the garden corners under the window, matched with long-standing memories and recent years. There was friction in the memory of Jiangnan, and what was brought to her in this corner was no longer pure.

"girl!"

The door opened behind him, the footsteps came hastily and abruptly, Changying trembled when he heard the sound, and turned around.

Standing in front of the door was a woman who was about the same age as her. Her long blue hair had been tied into a woman's bun when she parted in the past, and her body, which was not very plump in the past, was even thinner.

Her lips were trembling, with tears in her eyes, and because of her impatience, her upper body was still leaning forward: "Girl!"

"Xiuxiu." Changying stepped forward, only to realize that her voice was hoarse as soon as she opened her mouth.

Xiuxiu plopped down on her knees with her skirt in her hands, tears falling on the ground: "It can be said that I saw you when Xiuxiu was still alive!"

At the end of the speech, the emotions burst and the voice was broken.

Changying tried her best to suppress the surge in her heart, squatted down and hugged her in her arms: "You have suffered."

Zixiang backed out of the door with red eyes, closed the door gently, and called for Panzhu to come down and serve tea.

With her back to the door, she couldn't help lowering her head and wiping the corners of her eyes when she heard the soft sobs coming from the room.

Those happy and peaceful days in Shen's house and Ling's house in the past are nothing but the time of sharing weal and woe after leaving Ling's house is unforgettable.

When even living with dignity becomes a luxury, how can there be any thought of being a master or a servant?
They tried their best to protect Chang Ying, who seemed to be forced to die at any time, but Chang Ying repeatedly struggled between giving up and persistence, and in the end, they were afraid that after she died, they would be even more helpless, so they gritted their teeth and survived.

At that time, everyone thought very simply, that is to live.

From this point of view, they finally succeeded.

The sobbing in the room was interrupted by the sound of pecking at the door.

Changying pulls Xiuxiu up, Panzhu comes in with refreshments, congratulates Xiuxiu, goes out and closes the door again.

Xiuxiu handed over the handkerchief to Changying to wipe away her tears, while calming down, she said, "How are you doing on the way? I heard you came back with Lord Hou?"

I looked at her again, and tears came out again: "You are still so thin. It was very hard in the guard, right? You went from a sergeant to a Xuanwu general in three years. Back then, you were tired of even embroidering pillowcases."

"There is nothing that cannot be overcome." Changying said slowly. "What about you? Do you have any children?"

"...Not yet. I'm fine." She said, "After all, it's the Xuanwei Grand General's Mansion, and there are rules for food and clothing.

"Rong Yin seldom stays at home all day long, and I seldom leave the room. If there is any noise in front, it's nothing to do with me. I'm fine."

she repeated.

Changying looked at her: "If it's pretty good, why don't you even have children?"

Xiuxiu's expression was a little unnatural, and she brushed her hair.

Chang Ying said: "When I settle down, I will negotiate with Rong Yin and pick you up."

Xiuxiu's letters to the south always seldom mention herself, and she can only know her situation in the Rong family based on her previous understanding of the Rong family and the information in the letters.

After following Rong Yin for three years, the lucky ones can have two children. So far, she has no children. Either Rong Yin neglected her, or she was pregnant but didn't keep her, or no one would let her conceive at all.

What is she not clear about these dirty things in the inner house?What's more, Xiuxiu used to belong to her, so she could imagine how little status she had in the Rong family.

Originally, she thought that if she had children, she would make a decision based on her own will.

Now that she is like this, what reason does she have to continue to let her stay in Rong's house?
Xiuxiu's eyes turned red again.His lips parted, and he wanted to distinguish between two sentences, but he didn't say anything more.

(End of this chapter)