The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

"Don't cry," Mrs. Miao said to Mrs. Miao, "I, the old man, never thought that I will see you again in this life. Some of your sisters and sisters will never see you again, and some have little chance. Oh. For this matter, I also want to thank Uncle Zhao."

There are quite a few girls from the Miao Family, who can be accompanied by their husband to visit relatives. After so many years, isn't it just the two of Zhao Zhang?

When the old patriarch heard what Elder Miao said, Elder Miao said modestly: "Don't dare to be, Uncle Seven, you are serious."

"You have to be careful on the road," Mr. Miao Si said at this time: "Even if there is something going on in the capital, you are here when you are old, you would rather be slower on the road, and don't be too hurry."

"Yes, yeah," Mr. Miao Wu replied in a hurry.

Mrs. Miao cried and nodded.

"Don't cry," Master Miao Si was an unsmiling person, and he didn't move very naturally to hand the towel to his sister, so that his sister wiped her tears.

Mrs. Miao clutched the scarf and said: "Fourth brother, fifth brother, take care, and send more letters to the capital, don't let me miss it."

Master Miao Si and Master Miao Wu both nodded and said yes.

Mrs. Miao looked at her old uncle again and said, "Why are you here to see us?"

Elder Miao said: "The law is nothing more than human favor. Even if you and Uncle Zhao are now sinners, which law says that your family can't come and give it away?"

Mrs. Miao sobbed.

Elder Miao looked at the old patriarch and whispered: "Uncle Zhao, you should be my ninety-year-old old man nonsense. I see these are thunderous and rainy now. Really like the official announcement said, The saint must be thunderous, so ah, don't panic, hold on, if you believe in Zhao Xilou, then you might as well believe in it."

"What about people," Mr. Miao said quietly, with an old twilight mood, but with wisdom that can only be accumulated over the years, the old man said: "Sometimes it's a gambling, going south or going north. Do or not, choose Zhang San or Li Si. Don’t regret it. If you choose the wrong one, it’s best to change it. If you don’t have a chance to change, then give up. This is not shameful, because everyone is the same."

The old patriarch bowed and bowed to Old Man Miao, and said, "Yes, Uncle Seven, I've taken your words down."

Mr. Miao nodded.

At this time, Zhao Ansheng brought the juniors to the old man, the fourth old man, and the fifth old man to kowtow.

After receiving the great gifts from the juniors, the old man Miao asked them to bring them over as a farewell gift, loaded the old patriarch and the couple in the car, and looked at his niece carefully for several times before saying: "Go, have a good journey. "

Mrs. Miao was standing with Master Miao Si and Master Miao Wu. The three brothers and sisters are gray-haired old people, just like dreaming. The time of youth and youth seems to have never existed, just like that, and I don’t know the days. How did they pass, they are all old.

"I will write to you," Mr. Miao Si looked at his elderly sister with a lot of emotion, but all he said was such a dry sentence.

As for Master Miao Wu, Master Wu wanted to cry so much, because he was embarrassed, so he didn't dare to speak at all.

The winter in Jiangnan is really cold. It is the kind of damp cold with water vapor, so that people seem to have a bit of cold in the bones, but in winter in Jiangnan, the branches of the leaves are still green, and the water will not be covered. On the frozen ground, there are also birds from the north that are overwintering, which are two completely different scenes from the winter in the north.

Mr. Miao was sitting in the guest-off pavilion next to the official road, watching his niece and the group of people, drifting away, and finally disappearing.

"Xiu'er is a blessed person," said Mrs. Miao and his two nephews who were equally old. "She will be a blessed person in her life. Among the girls in our family, she is the most blessed."

Master Miao Wu turned his back and wiped a tear. He would be sad if he didn't come to see him off, but he would still be sad when he came to see him off now.

Master Miao Si said, "You mean, the Zhao family can pass this level without incident?"

Mr. Miao slapped his mouth, which had lost his teeth, and said, "Let's go back."

Master Miao Si wanted to ask again, but the old man refused to say anything.

In the carriage going north, the old patriarch held Mrs. Miao’s hand and said: “We all strive to live longer. Maybe we still have a chance to visit Ningzhou again.”

Mrs. Miao said: "How old are we?"

The old patriarch: "Uncle Seven can live to ninety, and we will work hard towards this age."

Mrs. Miao said: "If you want to live longer, you have to be less angry. Can you do it?"

In the past few days, how angry is this old man in her family?

The old patriarch gritted his teeth and said, "When Zhao Xilou comes back, I will teach him for him."

Mrs. Miao: "How do you teach him?"

Master Zhao couldn't scold him or hit him. How would you teach this man?

The old patriarch: "I must beat him up this time!"

The old patriarch's prospects for the future made Mrs. Miao's parting feeling a little lighter. If her old man wanted to be able to swipe a few sticks on Zhao Lingyun's body, it was also for her to vent her anger. She's an aunt, and sometimes she really annoys this asshole, this person won't let you have a birthday.

"Aye, bah!" Zhao Lingyun, who was standing in the snow, sneezed. Turning around, he slapped the gourd on the head and said, "Why is it so cold today?"

Gourd held his head, and tried to endure it before he rolled his eyes at his master. Is it cold and hot that he has the final say?

Zhao Lingyun: "Where is Qian Wu? We are all about to leave, why haven't I seen him yet?"

Calabash said: "Master, Young Master Qian Wu cried last night."

Zhao Lingyun stayed for a while and said, "Cry? The one who was crying from the cold?"

Calabash: "Wood said that Young Master Five is homesick."

Zhao Lingyun: "What did you say?"

Calabash: "Fifth Young Master is homesick."

Zhao Lingyun: "Don't he think it's too late to be homesick now?"

Hulu said: "I don't know the little one, anyway, Young Master Five is homesick."

"Isn't it troublesome?" Zhao Lingyun kicked the snow, and walked to the tent where Qiantang lived, and said, "What the **** is this **** name? If I know he is such a person, I won't bring him here. Up!"

Calabash shrugged, Young Master Qian Wu didn't want to come either.

"When are we leaving?" The second prince asked Zhao Lingyun aloud, standing not far away.

Zhao Lingyun: "Wait a moment, the fifth child is crying, I'll take a look."

The second prince: "What is he?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Cry your nose, just cry, do you understand?"

The second prince: "Why is he crying?"

Zhao Lingyun: "I was crying by freezing."

The second prince: "..."

Really **** **** it, can a big man cry?

"Isn't there a fire in the tent?" the second prince asked incredulously.

Zhao Lingyun accidentally took a mouthful of snow because he wanted to open his mouth to talk. After coughing for several times, this person said in an angry manner: "Our fifth son has never suffered this crime, let alone the fire, you just burned it. He is also cold."

In this case, the second prince has nothing to say, "then you hurry up," the second prince had to urge.

"I know, I know," Zhao Lingyun was very impatient, "Erhu, Lao Tzu earns you this money, it's really **** bad, Lao Tzu is making money with his life!"