Happy pastoral concubine

Chapter 988 This strategy is wonderful!
Outside Dongyang City, weeds grew wildly in the thatched cottages.

The cold wind hit, and the weeds that were taller than a person kept swaying in the wind.

The whole house was filled with a strong and pungent smell of medicinal herbs.

Cough cough--

Cheng Xuening, who was leaning on the collapsed bed, forced herself to drink another bowl of bitter soup, then looked at the two sons guarding the bed, and couldn't help but smile, "Mother has become your burden after all."

"Mother, don't say that." Yang Jian grabbed her hand, his eyes were red, and he choked up.

"Silly boy, no one knows your body better than your mother. These bitter soups can hold your life for a few days at most." Cheng Xuening smiled nonchalantly, then reached out and rubbed his head, "Suggest Son, you have a quick temper and are easily irritable when things happen. When your stepmother is gone, you should listen to your elder brother more, remember?"

"Mother! Don't say these words, baby, listen... I feel uncomfortable." Yang Jian looked at her, tears kept falling down.

"If you don't say it now, I'm worried that you won't have a chance in the future." Cheng Xuening smiled, and then looked at Yang Kang's face again, "Have you ever looked for her?"

"Yeah." Yang Kang nodded calmly, "My brother and I were young, and the shopkeeper of the pharmacy refused to credit medicines, so I went to the Garrison Mansion and borrowed 50 taels from her."

"She lent it to you?"

"Well, I borrowed it." Yang Kang nodded, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He had a sensitive personality since he was a child, and he had a feeling in his heart that Hou Fei was able to die so happily, maybe his mother also contributed to it.

But as a son of man, he is not qualified to question this woman who worked so hard to bring him up.

"She is still the same as before, the same kind-hearted." Cheng Xuening sighed in a low voice, with endless melancholy in her tone, "Actually, when I first saw her in Yunshui County, I thought she was a very nice girl. Good people, simple and straightforward, kind and protective. Unlike us people, who are good at wearing masks to disguise, in the end, they don't even know what role they play in their lives, ahem..."

"Drink some water." Yang Kang immediately turned around and poured a glass of water to her.

"Kang'er," Cheng Xuening looked at him and said earnestly, "When I die, you can cremate me and bury me beside your father."

"...Okay!" At this moment, Yang Kang felt like a stick in his throat.

"She is a soft-hearted person. After I die, you can take your brother to the garrison mansion, and stay in the mansion no matter what."

"mother……"

"obedient!"

Meeting her expectant eyes, Yang Kang couldn't hold back after all, and nodded slightly.

At dusk, Cheng Xuening lifted off the thin quilt covering her body and walked to the dilapidated table.

She sat at the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote a letter.

Then he put down his pen, and took the bronze mirror on the table in his palm.

She stroked her eyebrows and added some rouge, and felt that her complexion was much better.

When Yang Kang boiled the soup and brought it in, what he saw was such a scene.

"Mother?" Yang Kang was very surprised, his eyes flashed with surprise, "Have you recovered yet?"

Cheng Xuening smiled sweetly at him.

Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground.

In the end, die.

Three days later, the defense mansion.

Tang Huanxi looked at Xiao Musheng who had changed into a suit of armor, and his eyes glowed with kindness.

"Unexpectedly, that dirty little boy back then has grown into a handsome boy now."

Young and frivolous, high-spirited.

Looking at his handsome face full of energy, Tang Huanxi felt moved.

"Sister, am I good-looking?" Murong raised his eyebrows proudly, then took a step back and gestured at her.

"Well, very handsome!"

"Hey," Mu Sheng, who was praised, scratched his head in embarrassment, "Today is my first day in office, Mu Shoubing, I must not lose face with you and Your Majesty! Sister, remember to cook my favorite food at noon Little ravioli!"

"Okay!" Facing Mu Sheng who was still childlike, Tang Huanxi shook her head helplessly.

Before going out, Mu Sheng suddenly rushed forward and hugged Tang Huanxi for a second.

Then he slipped away with lightning speed.

"This brat!" Xiao Baorui gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly, seeing his back as he slipped away, "Wait until he comes back, and see if I don't teach this brat a lesson!"

"How dare you!" Tang Huanxi raised her eyebrows, her tone more questioning.

"Don't dare..." Xiao Baorui immediately lowered his head, and then touched his nose guiltily.

"What's wrong with you again?"

Seeing him involuntarily showing this little gesture, Tang Huanxi immediately raised his eyebrows and questioned him pretending to be annoyed.

"It's not a bad thing, it's Tang Lingtian, he's not too young, so I plan to marry him."

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​being a matchmaker for Mr. Tang?"

"Well, this is not Chuncheng's new prefect Zhao Zhuo heard the news two days ago and rushed over, taking his only daughter along with him."

"so what?"

"That's why I thought, the location of Wintersun City is still a bit remote. Seeing that Tang Lingtian is not too young, it's time to assign him a marriage."

"Get to the point." Tang Huanxi raised his hand and twisted his ear, "I'll give you another chance to tell me the truth."

"It hurts, it hurts—" Xiao Baorui immediately begged for mercy after his ears were pinched, "My lady, I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"Everything is wrong!"

Tang Huanxi let go of her hands angrily, then folded her arms around her chest and looked down at him.

Meeting her eyes like that, Xiao Baorui faltered instantly.

"Zhao Zhuo wants to send his daughter Zhao Wenshu into the palace as a concubine. I have said earlier that I will only spoil you in this life. But Zhao Zhuo is hardworking and hardworking. He is just such a daughter. He looks down on a member of the family in Chuncheng. Didn’t he cry in front of me? I figured that Tang Lingtian has not yet married, and he is a good match for Zhao Wenshu, so I came up with the idea of ​​being a matchmaker!”

"that's it?"

"Of course!" Xiao Baorui quickly patted his chest, and said with a firm gaze, "I will only love my wife in my life, I made an oath!"

"Well, I believe you." Tang Huanxi looked at him and smiled brightly, "But you can't be a matchmaker casually. If you insist on binding two people who don't know each other, the ending may not be so happy. Since Mr. Zhao is Liangchen, let's invite Miss Zhao to live in the Garrison Mansion for a while, and tell the outside world that I am here alone and I am a little tired, so let her come and chat with me to relieve fatigue. If she really has feelings for Tang Lingtian, How about we match up again?"

Xiao Baorui immediately gave her a thumbs up, "My lady's plan is very good!"

(End of this chapter)