147. Chapter 147 But he has no choice.


Chapter 147 It can be said that... He has no choice

Go to Beijing.

The white silk from the Duke Shun's mansion has not been removed.

It is obviously a sunny day, but it can be seen everywhere.

The servants in the main courtyard were trembling and did not dare to make any noise.

Mrs. Shun Guo was lying on the couch, her body facing the wall. She had shrunk a lot, and the bruises on her neck were dazzling.

The person speaking was Mrs. Shun Guogong’s natal sister-in-law.

"My mother-in-law cried and cried over the matter of returning home. Now she is most worried about you."

"We are still hiding your matter because we are afraid that she will be hurt. When she found out that I was coming today, she also wanted to go with me. But I am getting older and my body is not as strong as before. It is not easy for you to see her like this. Your brother and I persuaded her again and again."
< br>Mrs. Shun Guogong did not respond.

She is the legitimate daughter of Marquis Ning Guo who was astonished in Beijing. She is dignified, skillful and sticks to her plans. She has been admired and admired by outsiders throughout her life.

Although he was annulled once, he never became a laughing stock.

She turned around and was still as beautiful as ever. After the late emperor granted her a marriage and the Wei family proposed to marry her, she married into the Duke of Shun Kingdom.

A year later, Wei Zhao was born again.

The husband is talented in literature and cares about her attentively. He keeps a clean life during the New Year after getting married. He has no intercourse and no concubines.

My son is great. From the Imperial Academy to the military camp, every step he took was fast and steady.

Who among the women in the capital has a better life than her?

But now, she is like a withered flower.

Sad and hopeless.

My mother-in-law’s sister-in-law: “You must not let your mind wander any longer. You have to support the huge Shunguo Duke’s Mansion.”

Mrs. Shun Guogong remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't hear her, the woman had no choice but to exit the door quietly.

While waiting outside for a long time, an unsmiling middle-aged man approached her and asked in a low voice.

"How's the persuasion going?"

The woman couldn't stand it anymore, shook her head, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and said in a crying voice: "What's your sister's temper? I don’t know? I’m in a dead end. How can I persuade this child? After all, this child is the most promising child in our family. Even my aunt is tossing and turning, let alone her mother.”


In the room, Mrs. Shun Guogong didn't want to talk, even breathing was painful.

She dreamed of Duke Shun yesterday, and he still looked like he was when he was young.

Wearing a white shirt, his face is like a crown jewel.

That’s ridiculous. This was the first time Wei Fengxing entered her dream after his death. Her husband, who had never looked at her with red eyes, looked at her with an extraordinarily distant look.

He said.

"Why didn't you take good care of Gui Zhi?"

"Suchan, ask yourself, are you a good mother?"

Is she?

Probably not.

Her demands on Wei Zhao are too high.

Everything is strict.

Other mothers must have been waiting eagerly at the door of their homes when their children came back from school.

——Are you hungry? Mom asked the kitchen to make your favorite snacks, so put a cushion on them first.

But what about her?

The most important thing is rules and manners.

When Wei Zhaochu was enlightened, he stayed in the house, waiting for the servant to bring him over to greet him.

She can only ask.

——How did you do in school today? Did you write down what the Master taught me? I'll check it out later.

At that time, Wei Zhao was so small that he could not walk very steadily, but he was able to offer his regards to her.

Then... what is the nature of a child's mind?

Stay close to her.

Shout softly.

“Aniang.”

He said in a very low voice.

"Xiao Huaiyan cried and wanted to go home as soon as he left today. His parents took him back and gave him ten days' leave."

"I..."

He carefully looked at his mother's face.

“I don’t want to go either.”

Mrs. Shun Guogong only said two words: “No.”

After getting the answer, Xiao Wei Zhao’s eyes flashed Guo was sad, with tears in his eyes, and sniffed.

"Guizhi knows."

Later, when Wei Zhao was eight years old, he was transferred from the school to the Imperial College.

Mrs. Shun Guogong occasionally got cold, and Wei Zhao stood in front of the bed to wait on her. "Aren't you going to the Imperial College?"

Wei Zhao: "I want to stay with my mother-in-law."

Mrs. Shun Guogong's voice was extremely hoarse when she spoke.

"Don't be lazy, I have a wife and servants here, why do you need to guard me?"

Shun Guogong just came in with medicine from outside. When he heard this, he Started to have a headache.

"My child is filial and caring for you, what is this for?"

"Study is important, but it is not less than one or two days. Don't say not to go for one day, that's it If the moon doesn’t go away, he will still be the best in the exam.”

"I agreed. Master has sent someone to reply."

Mrs. Shun Guogong looked at Wei Zhao.

"After all, you don't need to tell me what you should and shouldn't do at your age."

Then what?

Then the son drifted away from her.

He is outstanding in every aspect and cannot be singled out.

Once Mrs. Shun Guogong came out of a restaurant and ran into a group of students from the Imperial College.

A few people were wearing student uniforms, chatting and laughing.

Mrs. Shun Guogong saw Wei Zhao in the crowd at a glance.

She couldn't help feeling that life passed by so fast, and before she knew it, he was as tall as her husband.

Wei Zhao's expression was indifferent, and his brows exuded dignity and calmness.

At that time, beside Mrs. Shun Guo was Xiao Huaiyan’s mother, Mrs. Zhongyong Hou.

Mrs. Zhongyong Hou: "It has to be the Feng Shui of the Wei family. Whoever they raise is bad."

"Look at Gui Yu, this bearing, this grace."< br>
“It’s you. Marrying has been smooth sailing, there are no troubles, people around you know how hot and cold you are, and your face is full of vitality.”

Over there, the students also saw them.

Mrs. Shun Guogong saw it with her own eyes. When Wei Zhao saw her, the smile on his face stopped.

“Mother!”

Xiao Huaiyan strode towards Mrs. Zhongyong Hou.

“Have you just eaten in a restaurant?”

"That's a coincidence."

Xiao Huaiyan turned his head and waved his hand.

"You guys have a nice meal and a drink. My mother will pay the bill today."

"You bastard!"

Mrs. Zhongyong Hou said angrily: "Where's your monthly schedule!"

"It's spent."

"By the way, I also borrowed three hundred taels from Wei Zhao, and my mother also helped me pay it back."

"How can I spend enough money?" ! Can I still borrow it from you? "

Xiao Huaiyan: "He is very boring. He doesn't spend any money except buying books. "

Wei Zhao is the best at leaving. slow.

He didn't approach and hold his mother's hand like Xiao Huaiyan did. Instead, he was out of place and stopped three steps away from Mrs. Shun Guo.

He bowed his hands in salute.

"Mother."

Shun Guo Gong's wife was satisfied: "Yes."

Then...

Mother and son were speechless.

Mrs. Shun Guogong didn’t think anything was wrong, and Wei Zhao didn’t think anything was wrong either.

Wait for the students to enter the restaurant.

She and Mrs. Zhongyonghou entered the carriage one after another.

Mrs. Zhongyong Hou felt something was wrong.

"Why don't you look familiar?"

Mrs. Shun Guogong still sat upright and her emotions were not expressed. Just ask: "What do you want from Huaiyan?"

Mrs. Zhongyonghou: "Request? It would be better if he is not irritating."

She stopped smiling: "My family The Marquis has power in his hands, and I am as feared by the emperor as your Wei family. I don’t expect him to get ahead, I just expect Huaiyan to live a peaceful life, even if it’s just mediocre.”

Thinking of these past events, Mrs. Shun Guogong remained silent. There was a loud noise, but tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes and wet the pillow.

Some things are destined to end from the beginning.

It’s up to him... he has no choice.

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