Chapter 169: Nothing Can Be
Done, Willow Camellia The room was quiet for a while, and Jiang Ning and Nangong Muyan were silent.
Jiang Ning felt a little sad. After all, it was because the real Nangong Muyan had planted the seeds of evil, and the Nangong Muyan who succeeded her had to bear the consequences.
In the whole story, Zhou Yi was the most innocent.
But in this situation, Jiang Ning didn't know what she could do for Zhou Yi.
"Zhou Yi..." Nangong Muyan looked at Jiang Ning at this time, pulled the corner of his mouth, and asked: "Did you call me a bastard?"
Jiang Ning raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything, but the answer was self-evident.
"He kept scolding me in bed, saying the same word over and over again," Nangong Muyan pressed her temples and continued, "I am indeed sorry for him..."
"You have left him with a psychological shadow," Jiang Ning thought of Zhou Yi's thin figure and the pile of wine pots, and frowned, "He is a sunny and cheerful boy, but you have made him depressed and melancholy. You are really a heinous crime!"
"Alas..." Nangong Muyan sighed, not knowing what to say.
"What about Zhou Yi? How can I help him?" Jiang Ning asked again.
"When did you become the neighborhood committee's madam? There are differences between men and women, and you can't help. It's better to let your husband comfort him, and it will be fine after a while..." Nangong Muyan fell on the bed powerlessly, staring at the curtains with lifeless eyes, and her mood was complicated and indescribable.
"It seems that this is the only way." Jiang Ning said after a moment of silence.
When Liu Mingan comes back, let him play with Zhou Yi more and help him get out of the haze as soon as possible.
After asking all the questions, it was useless to stay. Jiang Ning bent down, picked up the dagger on the ground, and threw it to Nangong Muyan: "Put the knife away, I'm going home first."
No one answered. Jiang Ning took two steps, turned back and suggested: "Don't move your hands and feet like today, and don't climb over the wall. You are weak, be careful of getting a miscarriage."
"Get out!"
Another pillow hit her. Jiang Ning dodged it by leaning to the side, smiled, stepped out of the door, and walked out of the mansion.
Jiang Ning returned to the small courtyard on Wandong Road.
The imperial examination was organized by the Ministry of Rites, and it was similar to the provincial examination, with a total of nine days. In other words, Liu Mingan could not return home until March 20th.
When Jiang Ning thought that she would have to stay alone in the empty room for a few days, and that someone from the Prime Minister's Mansion might come to disturb her, she immediately decided to pack some clothes and go to Fuling Temple, and come back on March 19th.
Lanxu and the other nuns were very happy to see Jiang Ning, and they called her "Little Ling'er" affectionately. When they saw her coming, they hurriedly held her hands and asked "Are you tired?", "Are you hungry?", "Are you thirsty?"...
Jiang Ning answered them one by one obediently. Puxuan raised his hand and waved to the crowd: "Okay, disperse, disperse, let Little Ling'er talk to her mother alone."
Her cheeks were gently pinched by several old hands again. Jiang Ning smiled and watched the nuns disperse, and then followed Lanxu into a room.
"Ling'er, why did you think of running here?" Lanxu smiled and looked at Jiang Ning with tenderness in her eyes.
"Liu Ming'an went to take the exam. I was bored staying alone, so I came to see you. I'll be back in a few days."
Lanxu's room was not big, and the items were simple. There was nothing else except a bed, a table, a cabinet, and a few stools.
Jiang Ning saw a bamboo basket on the table with various needles and threads in it. When she walked over, she saw a square of red cloth that had just been locked with a golden thread, and there was no pattern on it.
"Mom, you are going to embroider a cap for me!" Jiang Ning was a little surprised.
"Yes," Lan Xu asked with a smile, "What pattern does Ling'er like? Birds playing in the water? Full moon? Flying together? Dragon and phoenix auspicious? Or something else? I was just trying to figure out which one looks good, and I haven't started yet. It's just right that you're here, so you can choose one."
For some reason, Jiang Ning always felt her cheeks getting hot when she heard these words.
Although she and Liu Ming'an had done things as husband and wife, when she thought about marrying him in a wedding dress, the subtle shyness that only belongs to a bride could not be suppressed from the bottom of her heart.
"Mom, as long as it's given by you, I'm very happy even if it's just this piece of red cloth." Jiang Ning said sincerely.
"What nonsense..."
Lan Xu looked at Jiang Ning disapprovingly, picked up the piece of red cloth and stroked it, with a bit of regret in her eyes.
"Getting married is a big deal for a girl. It only happens once in a lifetime, so you can't be careless at all."
Jiang Ning looked at the faint smile between Lan Xu's eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly thought that the person in front of her had never been married in her life. She hadn't made any preparations yet, but she had changed from a girl to a mother.
Jiang Ning sighed in her heart. Perhaps for Lan Xu, her perfect marriage could make up for some regrets.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ning put away other thoughts and thought seriously with the red cloth: "Mom, I don't like what you said. I want to think of one myself."
"Okay, then you think about it slowly, and tell me when you think of it." Lan Xu looked at Jiang Ning with loving eyes, then pointed to the empty space outside the window, and said with a smile: "I'm going to weed the eggplant field first." "
Hey, I'll go with you, and think while working." Jiang Ning said quickly.
It was Jiang Ning’s first time doing farm work, and she couldn’t tell which ones were eggplant seedlings and which ones were weeds. Fortunately, Lan Xu explained it to her in detail.
The land behind the house was neither too big nor too small. The mother and daughter bent over and worked swiftly. In less than half an hour, they had pulled out all the weeds. Only sparse eggplant seedlings were left on the yellow-brown land, swaying in the wind.
After washing their hands, they returned to the house. Lan Xu stretched out her hand to Jiang Ning’s head and said, “The hairpin is almost crooked.” She straightened it for her.
When Jiang Ning heard the word “hairpin”, she suddenly had an idea and thought of it!
“Mom, let’s embroider camellia on the veil, camellia with willow branches.”
Jiang Ning’s voice was joyful, with a deep smile in her eyes, and Lan Xu also smiled.
"I know Liuzhi, she's Liu Ju, what does Shanchahua mean?" Lanxu asked.
Jiang Ning raised her hand and touched the hairpin in her hair, lowered her eyes a little embarrassedly, and her voice became softer: "The hairpin he gave me is in the shape of a camellia, let's count it... count it as our token of love."
"Okay, let's embroider this!" Lanxu made the decision immediately.
Lanxu made the decision and immediately went out of the house: "Ling'er, I haven't done embroidery for a long time, I'm afraid I'll embroider it wrong, I'm going to find my senior sister to learn needlework first, you can play by yourself..."
Just like what parents tell their children before leaving home, Lan Xu finished her words, looked at Jiang Ning and nodded before she went to another room with peace of mind.
In the next few days, Jiang Ning lived a comfortable and fulfilling life in Fuling Temple.
It was almost spring, and the nuns were busy turning the soil, weeding, planting vegetables, watering, fertilizing...
Jiang Ning was the youngest in the temple, and she volunteered to become the strongest labor force here and experience the farming culture seriously.
Originally, the nuns thought that she was a rich lady, delicate and tender, and could not do these rough jobs, but just for fun.
But they didn't expect Jiang Ning to do it well and enthusiastically, without complaining about the hardship or tiredness, and she was very efficient, which surprised everyone.
The nuns liked her even more. They would call her "Xiao Ling'er" and "Xiao Ling'er" whenever they had nothing to do. After knowing that she was going to get married, a bunch of them hit it off and decided to help her make wedding clothes and embroidered shoes.
"Xiao Ling'er, what kind of pattern do you want to embroider on your wedding dress?" The best embroiderer, Ming Chen, asked Jiang Ning with a smile.
"Well... I want bell orchids." Jiang Ning thought of the bell orchids planted by Lan Xu in Qushui City.
Bell orchid, Lan Ling, this is her name.
"Okay, bell orchids are beautiful, I will embroider bell orchids for Xiao Ling'er."
Ming Chen said, stretching out her hand and pinching Jiang Ning's face: "Time flies so fast, our Xiao Ling'er is getting married..."
Jiang Ning smiled silently, her heart filled with warmth.
Except for the fact that Liu Ming'an is not around, this place is good in every way.