Chapter 112 If Line: If Song Jinhe is Reborn (1)
"Madam, the young master didn't skip his homework on purpose. He just..."
Song Jinhe heard bursts of noisy sounds in a trance and was still not able to come back to his senses.
The scene in front of him gradually became clear. He saw the delicate little girl in front of him with her face tilted up, tears in her eyes. She bit her lips tightly, trying not to let the tears fall.
Stretch out your little hand and wait for the ruler to fall.
When Song Jinhe saw the child in front of her clearly, she was stunned for a moment. At this time, she was holding a one-foot-long ruler in her hand. Her hand was already raised, but was stopped by Jinzhi beside her.
Was it Nanny Jin who spoke just now? No! It should be his personal maid, Jinzhi.
Song Jinhe's pupils constricted. Wasn't she practicing Buddhism at Foguang Temple? Was this a dream?
The little boy stretched out his hand, waiting to be hit by the ruler. His face was full of stubbornness, but his body couldn't help shaking.
Song Jinhe looked at the scene in front of her, then looked at the tearful child. This was... Wei Rong when he was a child.
The ruler in his hand loosened, and the next moment, Song Jinhe had hugged his son tightly in his arms.
Regardless of whether this was a dream or not, Song Jinhe just wanted to hug her child at this moment.
"Zi Yang... Zi Yang... Damn Zi Yang..."
Tears had already fallen madly from the corners of her eyes, quickly wetting her cheeks.
Song Jinhe's action shocked Jinzhi and the maids serving on the side.
Little Wei Rong was also stunned.
Wei Rong was hugged tightly by his mother, and his nose was filled with the unique fragrance of his mother.
He didn't know why his mother was like this, but this was the first time in his memory that his mother had taken the initiative to hug him like this.
He felt a wetness on his neck, and his mother kept calling his name. The cries mixed with sobs made the tears that Wei Rong had been holding back burst out of his eyes like a dam breaking.
Wei Rong thought that it was because he had not completed his homework that made his mother so sad, so he carefully raised his hand and patted his mother's back.
"Mother... Mother, don't cry. It's Ziyang's fault. I will definitely finish my homework next time and won't let myself fall asleep..."
Song Jinhe couldn't hold back her tears any longer when she heard her son's sobbing voice comforting her.
Her hands were still tightly holding the little Wei Rong, and she kept shaking her head, "No, no, mother's Ziyang is very good, mother's Ziyang is the most obedient and best child, it's mother's fault, mother shouldn't force you, it's mother who is wrong... mother is wrong..."
Jinzhi's eyes couldn't help but turn red as she looked at the lady who was holding the young master and crying.
After finishing his official business, Duke Wei thought that Zi Yang had been called to Shaoguang Courtyard again, and would definitely need some instruction from Ah He, so he hurried towards Shaoguang Courtyard.
As I approached the yard, I heard faint crying sounds.
Wei Chen frowned and walked quickly into the yard.
As soon as I entered, I saw the lady who had always been self-disciplined, polite, dignified and elegant in the main hall. Now she was squatting on the ground holding her son and crying inconsolably.
This scene was too unreal, and Wei Chen was stunned for a moment. Then he reacted and walked in quickly.
"What happened?! Why are you crying?"
Wei Rong, who was held in her mother's arms, had red eyes and a red nose. She looked at her father for help.
Song Jinhe looked up at the man in front of her with tears on her face, and the tears that had almost stopped burst out again.
"Wei Chen, it's my fault... It's all my fault... I shouldn't... I shouldn't have treated Zi Yang like this..."
Seeing his wife so emotionally agitated that she was about to faint from crying, Wei Chen quickly pulled her into his arms, used his strength to knock her unconscious, then picked her up and told the servants to call a doctor.
With tears on her face, the little girl quickly caught up with her father.
The doctor took her pulse and said, "Madam's pulse is floating and disordered, and her breathing is unstable. This is probably due to excessive emotions and qi attacking the heart. I will prescribe two prescriptions to calm the mind and qi. Please take them. In the next few days, please do not let her get angry or irritated."
Wei Rong, who was standing by the bed guarding her mother, couldn't help but feel tears well up in her already red eyes when she heard the doctor's words.
It was all his fault for making his mother so angry.
Jinzhi sent the doctor away and went to watch the man making the medicine.
There were only three people in the family left in the house.
Wei Chen looked at his wife, who was still lying on the bed with a frown on her face, and his son, who was lying beside the bed with tears in his eyes.
He walked over, touched his son's little head, and whispered, "Let your mother have a good rest first, and we will go out and talk."
The little girl nodded obediently with tears in her eyes.
Wei Chen tucked the quilt in for his wife, then picked up his son and tiptoed out of the house.
Only when they got outside did the little girl dare to speak, and when she spoke, her voice was filled with tears.
"It's my fault. I didn't finish my homework yesterday and made my mother sick."
Wei Chen sighed softly. Jin He had high hopes for Zi Yang, so she had always been extremely strict with the child.
He also tried to persuade her, but was sternly rejected by his wife.
The child is only five years old, but he has a heavy workload every day and often does his homework until late at night.
Wei Chen couldn't persuade his wife, so he could only secretly guide and accompany his son as much as possible.
However, he had to attend court every day to handle official business, and he had very little time to spend with the child.
These days, Zhaoye was sent to suppress bandits and was not at home, which made the already depressed child even more breathless.
Jinhe was injured after giving birth to Ziyang and could not get pregnant again. According to the Wei family's ancestral precepts, Wei men are not allowed to take concubines. Wei Chen has never thought of taking a concubine and will only have Jinhe as his wife.
The Wei family and the Song family are of the same origin and prosper together. The only person in the Song family who can take responsibility now is the brother-in-law Song Jun.
As the only male in the Wei family, Wei Rong was naturally placed with high hopes.
But it is too unfair to put such high expectations on a young child.
But Jinhe was doing this for both the Wei and Song families, so Wei Chen couldn't blame her for anything.
Looking at the little girl crying in front of me, the words she said were totally not what a five-year-old child should say.
Wei Chen felt heavy-hearted and could only hug him, pat his back, and coax him softly, "Our Zi Yang has done very well. Your mother didn't get sick because of you. I did something wrong, not Zi Yang's fault..."
The little child leaned on his father's shoulder, not even daring to cry too loudly.
Song Jinhe woke up again and looked at the house in front of her, which was still the house she and Wei Chen lived in. Her heart trembled.
The hand under the quilt twisted his leg hard, and the pain was clearly felt.
So she wasn't dreaming, she was... back to when her son was still young.
Could it be that the words she confessed day and night before the Buddha were heard by the gods and Buddhas, so they gave her another chance...
No matter what, now that she has returned, Song Jinhe will no longer force Zi Yang to live the way she wants, nor will she allow spies from other countries to capture her son and plant such a vicious poison in him!
"Zi... Ziyang..."
Song Jinhe struggled to sit up from the bed.
Jinzhi, who was guarding outside the screen, heard the sound and hurriedly went around the screen.
Looking at the lady with pale face and red and swollen eyes, he quickly stepped forward and supported her.
"Madam, the doctor told you not to get angry these days. Tell this servant to do whatever you want."
Song Jinhe looked at Nanny Jin, who looked twenty years younger. She held her wrist tightly and asked cautiously, "Where's Ziyang? Where did Ziyang go?"
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