Chapter 170 Jiang Xun’s Past
After Jiang Xun's close friends learned about her poor embroidery skills, Shen Jiasui was embarrassed for only a moment, but then she felt at ease.
When a craft is so bad that it is unbearable to look at, the right thing to do is to throw it all away!
“This is the flying lovebirds I embroidered!”
Shen Jiasui took responsibility and his words were justified.
Nanfeng and Beifeng froze when they heard this, then looked at their own young master, both of them with expressions as if disaster was about to happen.
It’s over, it’s over, I’ve offended the young lady!
Jiang Xun quickly stepped forward, took the handkerchief, brushed it gently, and this time he learned his lesson and put the handkerchief in his arms.
“It’s flying together.”
Jiang Xun glanced at Nanbei Feng and emphasized one sentence before continuing to walk inside with Shen Jiasui.
South Wind, North Wind: "......"
Look and look.
No matter how good a man you are, once you are henpecked, you will start telling lies.
Main courtyard.
Ji Wantong looked around and felt very satisfied.
Jiang Xun must have chosen him carefully. His mother-in-law checked him out and found nothing to complain about.
"mother!"
Ji Wan was thinking about how to renovate the house when she heard a loud shout from the yard and Shen Jiasui hurried over.
Ji Wan looked behind Shen Jiasui and saw Jiang Xun standing at the gate of the courtyard. He bowed to her but did not step in.
"Mother, how is it?"
Shen Jiasui looked around, curiosity in his eyes.
When Ji Wan saw her daughter's carefree appearance, and recalled the time half a year ago when Shen Jiasui mentioned that dream, with eyes full of sorrow and tears streaming down his face, her heart ached and yet at ease.
She nodded slightly to Jiang Xun, then pulled Shen Jiasui into the house and said softly, "Sui Sui, Xiu Zhi has thought very carefully. I think everything here is good."
After hearing this, Shen Jiasui no longer hesitated, nodded and smiled, "Since mother has approved, it must be excellent, let's decide on this place!"
"Year after year..."
"Um?"
Shen Jiasui responded nonchalantly. When he turned around, he saw tears in his mother's eyes. He was startled and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Ji Wan pulled Shen Jiasui into her arms and said in a moist voice, "Mother is happy. She is happy that Suisui is so outgoing and bright. Although there have been twists and turns, she finally found a good man."
"Mother has seen your heart of waiting for you for many years. It doesn't matter if you become rich or powerful in the future. What's important is that the two of you stay together for a long time."
"Sui Sui is smart and open-minded. The mother doesn't say much, just one sentence - we will stand together through thick and thin, without regrets or complaints."
Contrary to what her husband said, she hoped Xiuzhi could protect Suisui no matter what. As a mother, she understood Suisui's heart better.
After all, when she chose to marry her husband and marry into a military family, she was prepared to accept any outcome.
If Sui Sui's dream had really happened, she had no doubt that at the moment when the beheading blade was against her neck, she would never regret marrying Zheng Sheng, knowing and loving him for more than 20 years, giving birth to children, and spending the rest of her life with him.
When Shen Jiasui heard these eight words, his eyes suddenly widened, but in the next moment, he felt tears welling up. He buried his head in Ji Wan's shoulder and said in a trembling voice:
"Mom, you also said the same thing to me in my dream..."
At the end of the visit in the previous life, her mother reluctantly held her hand, tears welling up in her eyes, but she smiled and said:
"Sui Sui, your father and I may not have the chance to meet again in this lifetime. I know he must be in great pain right now."
"If I have the chance to see my father, I will tell him that I, Ji Wan, married him with the hope of being with him through thick and thin. Even if our bodies are separated, I will have no regrets or complaints."
.......
Ji Wan left first, and Jiang Xun took Shen Jiasui to continue to tour the mansion and came to Songbaiyuan where the old master of the Jing mansion lived.
"Sui Sui, I plan to leave this place to the teacher."
Speaking of Mr. Lin, a smile appeared on Jiang Xun's face.
Shen Jiasui nodded immediately, and now he finally had the chance to ask, "Ah Xun, last time I was in a hurry and didn't have time to listen to you talk about the past."
"Are you going back to the Dali Temple soon? If you have enough time, can you tell me about it today?"
The sunlight passed through the vines on the wall and the shadows of the trees, like broken gold, and fell on Shen Jiasui's raised face.
Her thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on her eyelids, and there was a soft halo on the edges of her cheeks, making her look so gentle and beautiful.
Jiang Xun is now very grateful that he stayed up for two consecutive nights in order to free up time for today, otherwise wouldn't he have disappointed Sui Sui at this moment?
"Sui Sui, come."
Jiang Xun curved his eyebrows and led Shen Jiasui inside. After passing a moon-shaped gate, they came to a small garden.
There is a small pond here with fish in it. There is a small pavilion next to it with a bamboo table and a futon in it. It is very elegant and quiet.
The two of them sat opposite each other, and Jiang Xun began to tell the story.
When he died in battle that year, as soon as he opened his eyes, he entered the body of "Jiang Xun" and what came into his sight was the tearful faces of the Anyang Earl and his wife.
At first he thought he was rescued, and hurriedly asked where his comrades were and whether they were still alive.
But the Anyang Earl and his wife looked confused and anxiously called the court doctor.
What followed was chaos. He was extremely frightened and had a high fever, so he can't remember many details.
He only remembered that it was an extremely painful time, with a splitting headache and a feeling that his heart and liver almost seemed to be cut open.
At that time, the shells...exploded right at their feet...
He was in a daze for several days, until the high fever subsided and his senses gradually returned, and then he realized the seriousness of the matter.
When he traveled across the ocean, he had heard of the concept of time travel, but he could not accept the fact that such a thing happened to him.
You know, he still has so many things to do, he has not yet seen the unification of the country, and he doesn't even know what is happening to his comrades around him.
In order to go home and to make up for the poor mother who lost her child, he drank the talisman water without hesitation, was whipped by the spirit summoner, was immersed in the cage, and was locked in a cage covered with talisman paper for several days and nights.
But...it's all useless.
He struggled, suffered, collapsed until he became desperate, and finally accepted the fact.
He can never go back.
The wife of the Marquis of Anyang was probably also in despair. She was in a daze, with no light in her eyes. Sometimes she gently called him Xun'er, and sometimes she angrily scolded him as an evil spirit and a wild ghost.
Finally, it was the Earl of Anyang who took charge of the situation, dealt with him and then pushed him out, telling everyone that the young master of the Earl of Anyang's mansion had regained his sanity and was no longer a fool.
He is not a coward. After accepting this identity, he began to adapt, set goals for himself, and try to live a meaningful life.
Until one day, the teacher invited by Anyang Bo taught him poetry, which gave him an idea.
He kept thinking, what virtue did he have to occupy someone else's body and live another life?
Among his comrades from all over the world, which one is not greater and more selfless than him, and which one does not deserve to live more than him?
Perhaps this opportunity to live a new life was not given to him alone. Perhaps the comrades who died with him in the artillery shells... also came here.
So, he plagiarized a poem famous throughout history and, using his identity as the legitimate son of the Earl of Anyang, sent people to spread the poem.
Rather than searching aimlessly for a needle in a haystack, he thought that if his comrades heard about this poem, they would definitely react and come looking for him!
He waited and waited, and waited...
But his comrades-in-arms never came to look for him, but instead he waited for... the famous imperial teacher - Lin Wanting.
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