"Yuanxi! Is that you? You came to see me? It's been almost ten years since you died.
Are you okay over there? Why did you leave me so suddenly? Why didn't you wait for me to find the best doctor to treat you? You were sick, and I looked for a doctor everywhere, but I couldn't find a good one.
I wanted to ask the imperial physician to check on you, but before I could make any plans, you left."
Prime Minister Qian sat there with a gloomy face. He didn't know when his mother had met this ghost, but it seemed that the two had a close relationship.
The man was ill, and she wanted to find a royal physician to treat him.
After searching my memory carefully, it seems that this happened, but many years have passed.
One day, his mother suddenly told him, "Your cousin is very ill. Can you take our letter to ask for the imperial physician?"
At that time, he was not yet the prime minister and was qualified to invite the imperial physician, but he did not want to be used by outsiders and did not agree to his mother's request.
"No, my cousin's son is also an official in the court. They can hire a doctor themselves, so mother doesn't have to worry."
The mother looked hesitant and sighed: "I'm not talking about the cousin you know, but another one."
"The other one? Who is that? My son has never seen him before?"
He was very suspicious at the time. He had already met all of his mother's cousins, so where did this other one come from?
Now it seems that this other cousin is an old acquaintance of my mother? His lover?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Prime Minister Qian felt disgusted to the extreme, but his face became much calmer. He watched his mother talking to the male ghost calmly.
He really wanted to know when his mother met this dead ghost.
Fortunately, he died. If he were alive, I would be the first one to not let him go. No matter what means I use, I will give this man a good beating.
The National Master is worthy of being the National Master. No matter who has dirty thoughts in their heart, as long as they are there, she will find a way to dig them out.
He was very grateful that the national teacher came, otherwise he would not know that the mother he had always respected also had an unknown and disgusting side.
Don't ask him why he knows.
The question is, he is a man, and he can see a woman's admiration for a man.
At this moment, his mother, facing a dead ghost, showed her deep love.
Feng Yuanxi called Mrs. Qian's maiden name affectionately.
"Yue Rong! My disease cannot be cured. This is my fate. As long as you and your child are doing well, I don't care if I die."
The old lady looked at her little granddaughter who was eating melon seeds. She wanted to ask, what happened to Mrs. Qian? How dare she be intimate with a ghost in front of her son and outsiders and expose her privacy?
If Naituanzi knew, she would definitely answer her that it was an illusion she cast on Old Lady Qian. In her eyes, there was no one in the room except her and her lover.
They became tables, chairs, benches and vases.
Only after they have expressed their true feelings to each other will the illusion be removed, allowing Old Lady Qian to face her sons directly.
I'm really looking forward to that scene. I wonder how she will justify the mistakes she made when she was young.
"Won Hee!"
Old Lady Qian hugged the ghost, and even though her fingers pierced his body, she still held him tightly and held him in her arms.
Prime Minister Qian's face was extremely ugly, and he could no longer calm down. But he controlled his emotions very well and did not go up to interrupt "them".
He really wanted to know when his mother got involved with this man and why he, as a son, didn't notice anything.
Was it because his mother covered it up well, or was he just a fool who was always teased by others and didn't even know that a stranger had entered the house?
The hand that fell vertically was clenched into a fist, and the veins on the hand were clearly bulging. The body was shaking slightly. Afraid that he could not hold on, he found a place to sit down.
Mrs. Qian had nothing in her eyes at this moment, only the man in front of her. Even if he was a ghost, it didn't matter. He was her beloved, and he had given everything for her and the child.
He is the elder brother of her personal maid Feng Yuhua, a frustrated scholar. He is gentle and handsome, his parents are both dead, and he lives with his sister.
His parents died early, and his younger sister Yuhua sold herself into slavery to support his studies. She entered his home and became his personal maid.
Later, she was married into the Qian Mansion and became her chief maid.
After her husband died, she was depressed for a long time.
Although she did not have much affection for her husband, she did not want to be a widow at such a young age. Not only would it bring bad reputation, but it would also bring trouble to her children.
After six years of marriage and a five-year-old child, the husband passed away. How are they going to live their lives from now on?
Even if she has her parents-in-law to help her and doesn't have to worry about food, clothing and other expenses, the nights are long and the concerns are endless. How can a young woman like her hold on?
The Qian family is not a small family. She has to insist even if she doesn't want to, otherwise it would be a great rebellion.
After persisting for more than a year, one day she took Yuhua out to check the shop and accidentally met her brother Feng Yuanxi.
His eyes inadvertently fell on the handsome scholar who was buried in a book.
The scholar is dressed in a blue shirt with fluttering sleeves, as if he has walked out of a painting.
There was an extraordinary temperament between his brows. Sometimes he frowned in thought, and sometimes he smiled. His focused and serious expression, like a magnet, instantly attracted all her attention.
She stopped involuntarily, and an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart, both curious and shy.
Walking closer quietly, I could see the scholar's profile more clearly - clear contours, a straight nose, and especially his eyes, which were bright and deep, as if they could see into people's hearts, and contained endless wisdom and tenderness.
At this moment, time seems to freeze.
Her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily and her cheeks turned red.
I found myself deeply attracted to this handsome scholar, not only because of his handsome appearance, but also because of his love and pursuit of knowledge, and his tranquility and indifference that transcended the world.
He stood there quietly, not daring to make any sound, for fear of disturbing the beautiful conversation between the Feng brother and sister.
I secretly made a wish in my heart that I could always be with this person, appreciate poetry and books together, travel around the mountains and rivers together, and spend every ordinary yet warm day with him.
This sudden feeling, like a drizzle in spring, quietly nourished her heart and made her feel unprecedented happiness and anticipation.
Yuhua is a careful person and discovered the secret hidden deep in her heart.
"Madam! My brother is a pure and honest man. He only knows how to study and has never experienced anything between men and women. If you are interested, you can also help him find a partner.
"I know that my young lady is suffering, and I also know that my brother is suffering. Our family is poor and cannot afford the tuition, so my brother can only study hard on his own."
Feng Yuhua first called her Madam, and then called her Miss. After telling her about Feng Yuanxi's situation, she knew what she wanted to do.
But if they really do that, is it really okay?
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