Rebirth of an Abandoned Woman

Sang Wan smiled and nodded in response, then lay down still.

After a while, tiredness hit her, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and Sang Wan fell asleep suddenly uncontrollably.

Yuanyang and Nanny Ding came in, called "Miss Wan" a few times and shook her, seeing that she didn't respond, they looked at Nanny Ding. Nanny Ding nodded, and ordered: "Bring up the soft sedan chair, be careful, don't wake her up. You will get on the carriage in a while, and you will wait on it carefully!"

"Yes, Mammy, don't worry!" Yuanyang agreed with a bow.

Unknowingly, Sang Wan asked someone to get into the carriage, and then Yuanyang also got into it, while Mrs. Zhao and Nanny Ding got into the other one. After Mother Ding ordered something, the two carriages left the pier and drove away slowly, leaving the group of people carrying luggage far away.

The carriage drove for about an hour, and gradually turned into a quiet mountain. The red leaves on the mountain were like fire, and the pieces fluttered like butterflies. flowers.

She lifted the curtain of the car and went outside, but Mrs. Zhao only saw the desolation all over the mountain, she sighed softly, and then lowered the curtain of the car again.

After a while, the carriage stopped in front of a Zhuangzi. Nanny Ding got out of the car and hurriedly helped Mrs. Zhao down.

Mrs. Zhao was trembling slightly, she stopped after walking a few steps, subconsciously straightened her clothes and hair, and said to Nanny Ding: "Madam, help me to see if there is anything wrong?"

Mrs. Zhao's eyes were shining brightly, both excited and nervous.

Seeing this, Nanny Ding couldn't help but feel sad, and hurriedly smiled and said: "Madam is very good, really, there is nothing wrong with it!"

Many years ago, Mrs. Zhao's husband, Wuwei Hou, died in the line of duty, leaving her only this single seedling, on which she devoted all her heart and soul, hoping wholeheartedly for him to succeed. Unexpectedly, a lowly maidservant who was born as a dancer completely ruined him. How can Mrs. Zhao tolerate it? While he was away from the house once, he ordered someone to beat and kill the dancing girl. She originally thought that the incident between her son and her would be over after a while, but who knew that her son was really moved and treated her like an enemy from then on. The more she wanted him to do something, the more he would not do it.

Three years ago, she even moved to this Xishan courtyard by herself. For three whole years, she never went back to the Hou's Mansion in the capital, nor did she see her once. Every time she came, she was turned away, and she never even stepped into the door of the villa.

Mrs. Zhao laughed in relief when she heard Nanny Ding say that, "That's good, that's good!"

The master and servant knocked on the door.

Because there are very few people coming to this Zhuangzi on weekdays, Nanny Ding knocked for a long time before hearing footsteps approaching.

The door opened with a dull creak, and an old servant in brown clothes blinked, bowed quickly and said, "Ma'am!"

Mrs. Zhao nodded, seeing the old servant smiled with a perplexed expression on her face, she didn't intend to go in, she just asked him: "Is Young Master here? Is he alright?"

Seeing that she didn't mean to enter the Zhuangzi, the old servant was secretly relieved, and hurriedly replied respectfully: "Young master is here, Madam, don't worry, the young master is well! The servants are serving you attentively, don't dare to neglect!"

"It's good if he's good!" Mrs. Zhao sighed, and said again: "Go and tell him, I brought him a gift, he will definitely like it when he sees it! If he doesn't like me to go in, I won't go in, you Tell him to come out and have a look, if he doesn't, he will regret it for the rest of his life! Go! Just tell him that!"

The old servant was a little puzzled, he glanced at the two carriages not far away, nodded quickly and said: "Yes, the old servant will report to the young master!"

The old servant wanted to close the door, but after thinking about it, he gave up and left with the door open.

The handkerchief in Mrs. Zhao's hand tightened, and she said anxiously: "Mama, do you think he will come out? If he doesn't come, what should we do?"

Nanny Ding hurriedly said: "Ma'am, don't worry, why doesn't the young master come? If he doesn't come, let's find another way!"

Mrs. Zhao nodded, her expression still uneasy.

Little Hou Ye Zhao Qi was watching the bright red and golden koi fighting for food by the pool in the garden at the moment, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was looking at the fish, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything, he couldn't find anything to focus on.

For so many years, there has always been only one expression on his face, which is calm and almost indifferent. Even if he is smiling or angry, he still feels calm and almost indifferent. It seems that there is nothing in this world that can attract his attention anymore. up.

"Young Master!" The old servant ran over and bowed at a place not far from him.

Zhao Qi still kept his hands behind his back, staring at the school of fishes that Bi Bo jumped and stirred up the water in the pond constantly because of the competition for food, and remained motionless, turning a deaf ear to them.

"Young Lord, this old slave has something important to report." The old servant had no choice but to raise his voice.

Then Zhao Qi turned around slowly, looked at him, and said lightly: "Uncle Zhong, have you forgotten my rules? Go down! I'll talk about anything when I go back!"

important matter? What can he do here!

"Young Master..."

"Back off!" Zhao Qi's voice was still flat without any waves, but Uncle Zhong knew that he was angry.

"Yes..." Uncle Zhong didn't dare to insist, he took a few steps back respectfully, and waited with his hands down.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Qi turned around and was about to leave, only to find that Uncle Zhong was still standing here, he frowned slightly, and said as he walked, "Tell me what's going on!"

"Yes," Uncle Zhong hurriedly followed, and said, "Young Master, Madam and Nanny Ding are here—"

Zhao Qi's footsteps paused, but only once, and he still walked forward unhurriedly, without glancing at Uncle Zhong from the corner of his eyes, let alone asking questions.

Uncle Zhong sighed inwardly, and hurriedly continued: "Madam didn't enter Zhuangzi, and she and Nanny Ding have been waiting at the door. Madam said, if you don't like her coming in, she won't come in. She brought you a gift and said If you see it, you will definitely like it, please go out and have a look. Madam also said, if you don’t take a look, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life!"

Zhao Qi finally stopped and looked at Uncle Zhong, "She said that if I don't take a look, I will regret it for the rest of my life?" There was an indescribable sarcasm in her lightly smiling tone.

"Yes, Ma'am, she said so!" Uncle Zhong nodded.

Zhao Qi laughed loudly and said, "She has more and more tricks, do you think she can deceive me like this? I'm not a three-year-old child!"

"Young Lord, why don't you go out and take a look? It's only a few steps away, isn't Young Lord curious?" Uncle Zhong said hastily.

Zhao Qi thought for a while, then nodded slowly, "You mean, I'm really curious, I don't know what tricks she's up to!" Then she walked towards the door.

Uncle Zhong sighed secretly, moved his lips to try to persuade him, but he didn't say anything, and hurriedly followed.

At the gate of the villa, Mrs. Zhao and Nanny Ding stood quietly in the shadows under the eaves of the gate and waited quietly. Although they had been waiting for a long time, the master and servant could not see a trace of restlessness.

Mrs. Zhao is already very satisfied to be able to let her wait instead of asking someone to come out and refuse.

The sound of small footsteps came, Madam Zhao turned her head, and saw the long figure and familiar handsome face, her nose was sore, tears welled up in her eyes, she stared blankly Someone came, one hand tightly grasping Nanny Ding's arm, the grip made Nanny Ding hurt, but he didn't say a word.

"Qi'er...you—"

Before Mrs. Zhao finished her sentence, Zhao Qi interrupted impatiently: "What about the gift? Didn't it mean that if I don't look at it, I will regret it for the rest of my life? If I'm joking, I don't care about you, so I'm leaving!"

Zhao Qi said and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Mrs. Zhao quickly blinked her eyes to melt away the tears, and hurriedly said, "It's in the carriage behind, you can go and have a look yourself. Once you see it, you will know that I am not joking with you!"

Zhao Qi glanced at her lightly, then went straight to the carriage.

He stood still beside the carriage, staring at the curtain of the emerald green orchids, and felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart for no reason. Unconsciously, he gently raised his hand, gently pushed the curtain aside, and glanced inside.

With just one glance, Zhao Qi felt as if he had been hit hard, and his whole body froze completely under his feet!

I saw a woman lying on the couch against the back wall in the car, the woman was covered with a thin embroidered blanket, her black hair was scattered on the apricot embroidered pillow, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, but Those eyebrows, that jade-like straight nose bridge, those small lips, those cheeks, and the entire facial features are clearly——

"Fei'er!" Zhao Qi murmured, and suddenly got into the carriage and opened the curtain to get in, scaring the mandarin ducks.

"Young Lord!" Yuanyang, who was kneeling in front of the couch, hurriedly bowed to Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi didn't even look at her, went forward, sat on the couch, stared blankly at Sang Wan, his bewildered eyes contained infinite nostalgia and pity, and dared not to regain her lost. Confidence and surprise.

Yuanyang lowered her head slightly, got up lightly, and retreated out soundlessly.

Zhao Qi stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch Sang Wan's cheek, but retracted suddenly the moment he almost touched her.

He forced himself to turn his face away from looking at her, raised his head and took a few long breaths of relief, rubbed his temples and muttered: "Could it be that I'm dreaming, am I dreaming? It must be, it must be a dream! He suddenly laughed strangely again, and said in a low voice, "It's fine if it's a dream! If I can see her in my dream, and I don't wake up from this dream for the rest of my life, I'm willing..."

"You're not dreaming!" Zhao Qi raised his eyes, only to realize that Mrs. Zhao also got into the carriage at some time.

Mrs. Zhao suppressed the great joy in her heart and said lightly: "I went back to my natal family this time to visit relatives, and I happened to save her in the river. She must have suffered a flood and suffered a lot! Look at her, she is still very weak. If you don’t go to Beijing to seek treatment from the imperial physician as soon as possible, I’m afraid—”

Zhao Qi's heart tightened, and he interrupted impatiently, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry back to Beijing!"

Mrs. Zhao was stunned, and then felt ecstatically, she nodded and said: "Okay! Okay! I'm going back to Beijing now! I'm going back to Beijing now!" After finishing speaking, she hurriedly ordered the driver to drive.

Seeing that Mrs. Zhao was reluctant to get out of that car, Ding Mama told Yuanyang to get into the car that Mrs. Zhao was in before, and she also got into the second one.