Chapter 417: Filial Piety of Adopted Son
Hearing this, although Ning Wanshuang still had her back to Zhao Hua, it could be seen from her trembling back that her emotions must be fluctuating violently at the moment.
Zhao Hua was afraid that the following words would irritate her again, but he had to say it.
I had to approach her carefully step by step until I stood behind her, and then I said in the softest tone possible:
"As early as half a year ago, Shang Yang had already told Cheng Huan the secret of his life experience. Cheng Huan was just five years old at that time. He suddenly heard that he was not his sister's biological child, and he was almost executed by his father. Shouldn't his first reaction be to ask his sister whether this story was true or not?
But did Cheng Huan ask her sister a single question? If she never opened her mouth from beginning to end, then does her sister think that such calmness is something that should be seen in a five-year-old child? "
Ning Wanshuang suddenly turned around and looked at Zhaohua with a frosty face.
"Who told you these words?"
"It was mentioned by Noble Lady Ru accidentally, and I dug it out after asking her about it. When Shangyang and Chenghuan said this, it was Chengjing's 37th day. That day, my sister punished Noble Lady Ru to go to the Fahua Hall. She hid behind the curtain of the hall and heard it clearly."
"Like a noble lady? Ha." Ning Wanshuang sneered disdainfully, and said in a pretentious manner: "She loves to gossip, how many truths can she utter?"
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly at Zhao Hua, but shook his head in disappointment.
"Now you would rather listen to the lies of Ru Guiren than believe Cheng Huan? Cheng Huan is also a child you loved, and you have to respectfully call you mother in front of others. If Cheng Huan knew about your speculation, have you ever thought about how sad he would be?"
"It's true that Ru Guiren loves to gossip, but Shang Yang is already dead. Sister, do you think she said these things to me to gossip about something?" Zhao Hua sighed faintly and said helplessly: "Besides, I don't know if Cheng Huan will be sad after hearing what I said, but I don't want Sister to be hurt by these trivial matters again."
Ning Wanshuang's face was filled with an indescribable gloom, and she said indifferently: "How can my own son make me sad?"
"Sister Wan! Why did Cheng Jing sneak into the iron ball of Qilin Xianrui that day? Why did Cheng Jing always bully Cheng Huan in the past, but after he was paralyzed in bed, Cheng Huan still put aside the past grudges and gave up his class time every day to accompany Cheng Jing for an hour or two?"
Zhao Hua couldn't help but raise his voice, trying to wake Ning Wanshuang up, "I don't want many things to be as I speculated, but these coincidences are right in front of us. Sister Wan, do you really not doubt it at all, or would you rather cover your eyes and ears and be a mediocre person, and not want to believe that Cheng Huan is not as simple as we see?"
"Cheng Huan is the simplest and purest child!" Ning Wan Shuang also raised her voice and said sternly:
"Song Zhao, Ruoxin was also raised by me since she was young. Ask yourself, have I taught your daughter any bad things? Since I can teach Ruoxin well, I will definitely not fail to teach Chenghuan well!"
"But sister..."
While arguing with the two, Liu Yue, who had originally left with Yun Shan, turned back.
She first bowed respectfully to Zhao Hua, then turned to Ning Wan Shuang and said:
"My Lady Concubine, the eldest prince will be out of class soon. I see that you and the Empress still have something to say, so why don't I prepare the eldest prince's medicine today?"
"No need." Ning Wanshuang said coldly, "I am the one who makes medicine for Cheng Huan every day. If someone else were to do it, I would be worried."
After saying that, he didn't even look at Zhao Hua again, and walked straight out the door.
Just as he stepped over the threshold, he said coldly,
"I am going to make medicine for my son. Please do as you please, Queen."
Zhao Hua watched her leave resolutely, leaving only a frosty back to him.
Although I felt a little sad, what I felt more was the feeling of powerlessness as I saw Jinlan falling into the abyss but was unable to persuade her to turn back in time.
After Zhaohua left,
Later, Cheng Huan also came back.
His clothes were dusty, and his face was stained with dirt.
Ning Wanshuang looked at him who looked like a little cat and smiled gently:
"You wild boy, why did you come back with a face full of mud when you were studying hard?"
As he spoke, he took off the handkerchief from his waist, dipped it in water, and gently wiped Cheng Huan.
Cheng Huan smiled mysteriously and suddenly took out a bouquet of flowers from behind him.
It was a bouquet of lavender magnolia flowers, supplemented by winter jasmine and peony.
The color is bright and the fragrance is fragrant, it is very beautiful.
Ning Wanshuang was so fascinated by the sight that she heard Cheng Huan say with a smile:
"When my son was coming back from school, he passed by Guangyang Gate and saw that the magnolias there were in full bloom. My son knew that mother liked them, so he picked these and brought them back to give to mother."
Ning Wanshuang held the bouquet to her nose, sniffing the refreshing fragrance, with an unstoppable smile on her face, and said repeatedly:
"It smells good and looks good. Mother likes it very much."
Liu Yue also laughed and said, "Don't we also grow magnolias in our palace? Why did the eldest prince go far away and not pick them in our palace?"
Cheng Huan said, "The magnolias in Yonghe Palace were transplanted by my father for my mother. My mother often sits under a magnolia tree for an entire afternoon. I think my mother must value these magnolias very much, and I can't ruin her love for them."
Hearing this, Liu Yue couldn't help but praise Cheng Huan for being sensible. Ning Wan Shuang also smiled and stroked Cheng Huan's cheek.
The cracked dead skin on his cheeks had become increasingly rough and hard, and even prickly to the touch.
But for Ning Wanshuang, every bit and every inch of the child, even if it is not perfect, is a treasure given to her by fate.
She wouldn't dislike it at all.
"Tell mother, what did the university teach today?"
"It's Yu Qian's poem." Cheng Huan cleared his throat and recited seriously:
"I have been hammered thousands of times in the mountains, and burned in the fierce fire as if it were nothing. I am not afraid of being torn to pieces, as long as I can leave my innocence in the world."
Ning Wanshuang listened quietly, murmuring softly:
"We should leave a clean record in this world... Yes, when we come here, we are clean, and when we leave, we should also be clean."
"What did mother say?" Cheng Huan asked curiously.
"Nothing." Ning Wanshuang smiled and shook her head, then took the bowl and handed it to Cheng Huan.
"Good boy, drink the medicine first."
This medicine has been taken every day since Cheng Huan could remember.
He had always been very obedient when drinking medicine since he was young, but today he only took a sip and suddenly raised his eyebrows and stared at Ning Wanshuang.
Ning Wanshuang asked him, "What's wrong? Is it still hot? Mother will blow it for you again."
She reached out to take the bowl, but Cheng Huan stumbled back, shook his head and said:
"It's not hot anymore."
After saying this, he picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all.
Then he turned the bowl over, as if asking for a reward, and smiled sweetly at Ning Wanshuang.
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