Chapter 375 I hate my mother, I hate my mother
In the ancestral hall, candles are burning, making light sounds.
The light has not been lit, and the light is dim.
The afterglow in the sky passed through the pane and quietly scattered, falling on half of Wei Zhao's side face.
He was tall and straight, like a pine and bamboo, and he was holding his hands respectfully at this moment, his nose was as dark as a gallbladder, his lips were thin and his color was light.
However, the ancestral hall fell into a long and dead silence because of his words.
Ning Suchan's face was not turbulent, but her emotions were rolling like a tide. Her hands were pressing against the incense table, and she used force unconsciously, and the veins bulged.
A slight click was heard.
The nails of the index finger were broken, but Ning Suchan looked straight at the person in front of her, her lips tightly tightly. There was a huge rock in her heart, which made her breathless for a moment.
No wonder...
No wonder Wei Zhao came back this time, it was not right.
Even though the mother and son still get along like forward, Wei Zhao still restrained himself and returned to courtesy, and was respectful, but Ning Suchan was meticulous and keen. How could I not see something wrong with Wei Zhao? There was something in my mind.
But she never thought much. I just thought that Wei Zhao had experienced too much this time and had a life of death.
This child has always been steady and will not worry her at any time.
So Wei Zhao didn't say it, she didn't ask.
This is how it has been done over the years. Wei Zhao didn't know what she was thinking. She couldn't see what Wei Zhao was thinking.
There is already a gap between mother and son.
I don’t know how long it has passed, but the two have been in a stalemate.
Ning Suchan breathed a deep breath: "Because I have been married to that person, do you suspect I am unfaithful?"
"You came to question me in front of the ancestor of the Wei family and in front of your father?"
Wei Zhao heard his own voice.
"Son had secretly investigated this matter."
"That man has been here many times."
Wei Zhao: "Before my father went, he left many secret guards with great martial arts, and only obeyed his mother. If it weren't for the mother's order, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the main courtyard was a wall of iron. How could he come and go freely?"
"Before my son went to the expedition, he left many Wei family troops there. As long as there was movement in the main courtyard, he would definitely go in."
But the main courtyard...there is calm and quiet.
The people around Ning Suchan were all shut up by her in advance.
That's... Ning Suchan is waiting for that person to come.
If she was forced, Wei Zhao would sacrifice his life and cut the man into pieces!
Wei Zhao: "On the day my father died, he came to pay his respects and met his mother in private."
At that time, Ning Suchan was originally in the mourning hall with Wei Zhao, but he had left half an hour.
Ning Suchan's face turned cold and cold: "Continue."
"There is something strange about his father's death. The cold that was not untreated."
"The son's small words were not given by the elders of the Wei family."
The late prince, the second prince, and the fifth prince were all jealous of his being valued by the emperor since he was a child.
Eunuch Tu, who was beside Emperor Ying Qian, often sighed in front of him.
——"Every time the general goes to war, the emperor cares about you the most, because he treats you as half of his son."
"The Yangxin Palace still has a portrait of his mother, and that portrait has been hung in his mother's study for three years."
Why can't Wei Zhao recognize the paintings made by Wei Fengxing?
Why are you in the Hall of Heart?
When the Wei family army was able to return to the court and he could show up, he had mentioned the portrait intentionally or unintentionally in front of Ning Suchan.
He doesn't want to believe it either. He is decisive, but when he encounters such a thing, he will escape.
He fell into the mud and wanted to hate Ning Suchan.
But that was the biological mother.
I am ashamed of Wei Fengxing, but it seems that I don’t even have the qualifications.
Wei Zhao's sky collapsed.
He was smart enough to support the lintel of the Duke of Wei's mansion, which seemed to have become a joke.
Not right.
He is just a joke.
He held his last hope and asked Ning Suchan.
——"Why did the paintings placed here disappear?"
How did Ning Suchan reply at that time? She just glanced casually, her tone was cold.
——"Stained with stains and removed."
——"Is that so? Is my mother sure?"
——"Does the mother have nothing to say to her son?"
But she got a sentence.
——"Since you have returned to Beijing, according to the rules, you should go to the palace to pay homage to the emperor, and then go and pour incense sticks for your father when you come back."
Nothing else is mentioned.
Why did she hide it?
Ning Suchan's hand with broken nails raised into the air and was about to fall to Wei Zhao's face.
Wei Zhao did not dodge or dodge, and still maintained his previous posture.
But the hand that was about to hit him in the face stopped and was trembling.
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"You..."
Ning Suchan: "How failed I did as a mother?..."
The words afterwards were choked and her face turned pale.
She did fail.
She remembered that when Wei Zhao was four years old, he fell down and cried and asked her to hug her.
Pushed away by her.
She said.
——"A gentleman is polite."
——"But my aunt often hugs Yunling's cousin?"
He had tears in his eyes.
——"Does my mother not like to go back? Everyone says that outside, and they all say that my mother doesn't like me."
——"The son wants to refute them, but my mother really doesn't care much about me. Mother, what you care about is a promising son who is the first in charge of the Imperial College every time he takes the imperial examination and is both morally and capable."
That was the first time Ning Suchan beat him.
It was obvious that the child didn't use much force, but the child was tender. A slap mark on his face soon.
Ning Suchan's heart trembled, she turned her face away, her tone was stiff.
——"Yes! My Ning Suchan's child cannot have poor academic studies, you can't embarrass me!"
Wei Zhao's eyes turned red when he heard this, he raised his head and looked at her stubbornly.
——"I hate my mother, I hate my mother!"
He rushed out and happened to bump into Wei Fengxing who had just returned from the court.
Wei Fengxing looked at his wife with a cold face, then looked at his son who was crying like a tearful person, bent down and picked him up, and went to the side room.
Ning Suchan took a sip of tea, calmed her mind, and then she walked towards the side room.
She heard Wei Fengxing's voice be gentle.
——"Your mother is different from others. She grew up in the palace and has not enjoyed too much mother-daughter relationship. No one taught her. She doesn't know how to get along with normal mother and son, and it is the first time she is a mother."
——"You were born from her nine months pregnant, why didn't she care?"
——"But you are the Wei family. You are still young and don't know the burden. Your mother is really good to you."
——"You must not say that you hate your mother in the future. You are tearing her heart. Your father doesn't allow it."
In terms of homework, Wei Fengxing is actually strict, but he has clear rewards and punishments and is relaxed and moderate. And Ning Suchan never speaks soft words.
The child who could cry forward now grew taller than her.
Ning Suchan was relieved by this.
The hand stiffly retracted, she closed her eyes and asked for no reason: "Do you know why your uncle has never married in his life?"
The voice sounded different from the calmness of the past, and there was a lot of fatigue.
Wei Zhao heard about the elders.
Ning Suchan looked around and the others so much that his tight hand slowly loosened, and his palms were already wet and cold.
The heavy burden of many years suddenly collapsed at this moment, and the suffocation seemed to be relieved.
Wei Zhao pursed his lips, feeling ashamed.
Never waited for his response, Ning Suchan was one step faster.
"The concubine in the palace, the girl from the Shaofujian, and the dear aunt of Miss Shen, who is close to the Yu family, once made a private life with your uncle."