Cheng Lang opened his eyes in a daze and saw a little girl kneeling in front of his bed, feeding him medicine.
Then the father made the final decision. The boy was whipped as punishment, and Aunt Lu got a chance to return to her parents' home.
Concubines don't have their own family, but after all, Concubine Lu came from a marquis's mansion, and after all, Concubine Lu suffered injustice. Going back to her family's home was like showing off to Mrs. Cheng San, and Concubine Lu was very happy.
After recovering from another serious illness, little Cheng Lang was carried into a carriage and taken to the Ningyuan Marquis's mansion with his aunt. He knew that he had an uncle in the Ningyuan Marquis's mansion who had just married. This was all told to him by his mother-in-law. He didn't know what the Ningyuan Marquis's mansion was like. Would anyone beat him? Would he get sick?
It’s so uncomfortable to be sick.
The old woman carried him down from the carriage, and they led him through a small bamboo forest, then through a stone path covered with wintersweet, and finally into the house.
The Marquis's Mansion was naturally much more spacious and brighter than their small courtyard. He saw her standing at the door waiting for them.
She wore a long, pale pink jacket, a dark blue embroidered skirt, and three or four sachets hung around her waist. She smiled, and when she smiled, a dimple formed on her left cheek, but only on one side.
She looks dignified even when she is not smiling, but when she smiles, she only has a dimple on one side, which makes her look very young.
"This must be Alang." She reached out to hug him.
Cheng Lang was unable to dodge and was hugged by her. She must have been sitting by the fire for a long time, and her body smelled of charcoal.
It felt like being hugged by a huge heater. A huge heater with long arms.
Cheng Lang blinked his big eyes and looked at her. He found that she was also looking at him and exclaimed: "What a beautiful child!"
No one had ever praised his beauty. Mrs. Cheng San looked at him with a certain coldness, while the concubine was completely devoted to her father. The other servants did not dare to praise the young master's beauty.
She liked beautiful children. Little Cheng Lang looked like a porcelain doll, with a sickly pale complexion. He was so pretty. She really wanted to raise him, dress him up beautifully, feed him well, and keep him plump.
That was the first time Cheng Lang saw Luo Yining.
This person, Luo Yining.
Luo Yining.
When I think about it later, the name has been around for thousands of times and is buried deep in my heart. I will never be able to get rid of this person in my entire life.
Aunt Lu was going to talk to her brother and leave little Cheng Lang with her. Yining saw that the child was skinny, timid, and poorly dressed. She felt so distressed. If she had raised a child like this, she didn't know how well she could have raised him!
She used food to tease him and gave him children's toys to play with, but little Cheng Lang remained silent. So she held him in her arms and read him stories from the book.
Ah! I am held in the arms of the big heater, and the big heater smells so good.
Little Cheng Lang's body tensed. He listened to her reading and looked up at her. "Oh, she doesn't have dimples when she's not smiling."
He couldn't help but poke it with his little hand, then reacted with fear and huddled up in a ball. If he touched his aunt's face at home, she would be unhappy.
But she grabbed his little hand and said, "You actually poked my face, you're going to get beaten!"
Then I spanked him lightly. It didn't hurt.
Little Cheng Lang thought, the big heater doesn't hurt, it just tickles. She wasn't angry yet, and she pinched his little hand to point to the picture in the book.
The Marquis's Mansion was truly wonderful. The servants there wouldn't bother him. They all looked at him with smiles, kindness, and affection. If he climbed onto the small table to eat, they would all gather around to watch, exclaiming in amazement.
"Oh, how cute!"
"I can't even hold the thing steady!"
"He doesn't like the skins, so he's biting them off. Bring him that plate of chestnuts and see how he bites them open!"
It was as if they were watching some cute little animal eating. If his bottom slipped, they would immediately come over and pick him up: "Master, don't fall!"
Little Cheng Lang didn't know that this was a privilege for good-looking children. He had never enjoyed it in the Cheng family.
If she came in, the servants would stand aside respectfully with their hands down. Luo Yining picked him up and couldn't help but kiss his chubby face. "Alang, did they bully you?"
Is watching others eat and laughing considered bullying?
Little Cheng Lang shook his head, hugged her neck and called softly, "Aunt, I'm full."
Ah! He is so cute, even his words are so cute. Yi Ning's heart is melting, how can he be so cute!
At this time, the tall man walked in. He smiled and said, "Why do you dote on this child so much?"
Yi Ning said as a matter of course: "Look how handsome he is."
Little Cheng Lang knew this was his uncle, and he wasn't close to him. His uncle laughed and said, "Luo Yining, I'm impressed by you!" He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder, "If I'm not pretty, will you still want me?"
"You don't know, when I changed the child's clothes, I saw many bruises on his body." Luo Yining turned her head and whispered to Lu Jiaxue, "How could a young master have bruises on his body? I don't know what kind of life he has been leading in the Cheng family, and my sister doesn't care about him..."
"Sister doesn't like children. If it weren't for consolidating her position, she wouldn't have given birth to him." Lu Jiaxue teased little Cheng Lang, "Little thing, even your aunt doesn't like me when you're here. Call me uncle!"
Little Cheng Lang thinks this person talks a lot.
"Take him for a horse ride." Luo Yining handed the child to him. "This child doesn't like to laugh."
Carrying him around on your neck is like riding a horse. Lu Jiaxue didn't want to do it, but when Yi Ning looked at him, he could only sigh bitterly and take the boy from Yi Ning's arms and take him for a ride.
He was so tall! He was sitting so high too. Little Cheng Lang was a little scared, but the man was carrying him steadily. He turned around to look at her, and she was still standing there, smiling and waving at him.
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