Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

Chapter 152 After becoming the Wang family, her stepdaughter Qingzhao went to heaven ()
(Seven)

The old mama's eyes were bulging, as if they were about to burst out, her face was ferocious, her hands were trembling, her lips were trembling, and it took a long time for her to utter a word, "Teach me!"

"Mrs. Li is really amazing."

Sun Ge pursed her lips, "You're welcome."

"My wife is always willing to help others, and if Rhubarb is not obedient, I will teach you."

It's such a time, and I still think about yin and yang and blame her, and don't look at how much I am.

Sunge took Li Qingzhao swaggeringly, and met Mrs. Zhang, who didn't leave the gate without leaving the door, and who didn't eat the fireworks of the world.

The plain clothes, the huge Buddhist beads are constantly turning in the hands, the smell of sandalwood is wafting all over the room, the wind blows in from the door that has not yet been closed, and the prayer flags hanging all over the room are constantly flying, showing their teeth and claws, as if someone life.

Compared with the old nanny just now, Mrs. Zhang looked a little more kind-hearted, her eyes were calm and neither sad nor fond.

But Sunge faintly felt that there was a deep madness hidden under this calmness.

Sunge felt his scalp tingling, what kind of family lived across the wall.

"Qingqing, A Niang and Mrs. Zhang have business to discuss, you go outside and wait."

Sister Zhao won't be at ease if she doesn't see Miss Zhang with her own eyes.

Li Qingzhao was obedient and clever, saluted Mrs. Zhang, and left very politely.

Sunge told Mrs. Zhang about the collapse of the courtyard wall in a few words, and then expressed his intention to compensate.

A wall must be built.

Of course, the money that should be paid must also be paid.

Zhang's eyes were numb, and it took a while before he said, "No problem."

She and her daughter are not short of money. The deceased husband was convicted, but the family was not confiscated. In order to clear the relationship, the family forcefully removed their mother and daughter from the family, but considering their reputation, they did not embezzle their private property.

Therefore, even though she is an orphan and a widow, her life can be regarded as affluent, with no worries about food and clothing.

"Since Mrs. Li is here today, I happen to have something to discuss with you."

"Ling Ai's temperament is whimsical, very different from that of a little girl. Little girls are soft, knowledgeable, and reasonable, and they can't compare to Ling Ai. From now on, I will restrain my little girl and don't make any more jokes."

Zhang's voice was flat, as if he could not hear any disgust.

Well, but that's what it seems.

Sunge was amazed in his heart, this is the real high rank of Mianli Zangzhen.

"Speaking of this matter, I just want to talk to Madam."

"Sister Zhang behaves calmly and calmly, she is a good child."

Sunge said that she is not surprised at the moment that she has become a graceful and beautiful lady this time.

She wants to have no quality and no morals, and do as she pleases.

However, since it is the Wang family, it must be considered for sister Zhao.

In the era when Neo Confucianism gradually took shape and gradually occupied the mainstream position, no one can really get rid of the shackles of reputation.

She doesn't want to, and she can't make sister Zhao's journey more difficult.

"Mrs. Li, it's useless to talk too much. It's best not to interfere with the water in the well."

"To put it bluntly, Ling Ai is deviant, perverse and ridiculous. Is there a woman like her in this world?"

Her daughter is well-known and well-known, and anyone who sees her can't say a word, she can be regarded as a daughter-in-law.

As long as the daughters become a model of meekness and respect for women in the world, and are praised by others, they will naturally be able to marry high. At that time, they will naturally be able to return to the clan, and the tablet of the deceased husband can also be returned to the ancestral hall.

Years of hard education must not be destroyed by ant nests.

Sun Ge, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, sneered and said, "Deviant?"

"Not like a daughter's house?"

"Then who stipulated that all women in the world should look the same?"

Mrs. Zhang retorted subconsciously, "Everyone said..."

Everyone said?

Very honest words.

When everyone says it, it becomes a golden rule and a wise saying.

Going with the crowd is indeed a safe choice, but it does not mean it is always the right choice.

At any time, there will always be someone who defies the conventional framework and becomes who she wants to be.

Who can say that Li Qingzhao's choice was wrong.

Sunge curled his mouth and smiled lightly, "Mrs. Zhang, I heard from everyone that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, and a slap can't make a sound. I don't know how you feel?"

Sprinkling salt in human wounds is indeed unethical.

But only by piercing the heart directly in this way can a scratch be left on Mrs. Zhang's unbreakable heart wall.

The world is inherently difficult, but there are women who are willing to tie layers of shackles for themselves in the original cracks.

Sun Ge's words made Mrs. Zhang's face turn livid in an instant, and the beads were broken and scattered all over the place.

One after another, it was like the drums of grievances standing outside the government office, which made people's hearts tremble.

Flawed reputation is the most terrible shadow that hangs over Mrs. Zhang's head, and it can't go away.

After a long while, Sunge continued, "Some people are willing to go with the flow, so naturally there are also people who are willing to go against the flow."

"Right or wrong, thousands of years will come to a conclusion."

"Ma'am, reputation is important, but is the love between mother and daughter, and your love's life, really not worth mentioning?"

Mrs. Zhang was silent, bent over stiffly, and tightly held the nearest Buddhist bead in her palm, as if only in that way could strength emerge from the bottom of her heart.

She is right!

She is right!

All she did was for the fame of her deceased husband, to return to the clan, and to enjoy incense and sacrifices a hundred years later.

But, she is for the good of her daughter, no one can question her motherly love for Yaoyao.

"The beloved son of his parents has far-reaching plans."

"Mrs. Li doesn't understand such a truth?"

Mrs. Zhang stared at Sunge with scorching eyes, and there was a little madness in Mumu's eyes.

If it weren't for her painstaking cultivation of Yaoyao these years, how could Yaoyao stand out from the crowd of young ladies in Mingshui with neither clan support nor prominent family background.

Seeing this, Sunge stopped talking.

The blueprint sketched in Zhang's mind has made her unable to listen to any advice.

In Zhang's imagination, Mrs. Zhang should become the life wife of the official family, with a phoenix crown and a xiapei, glamorous.

And the Zhang clan should regret their mistakes and beg their mother and daughter to return to the clan.

However, once fantasy touches reality, it will only be a bubble in the sun.

All of these are Zhang's wishful thinking.

In Mingshui City, has there ever been a real official family who handed over a post to the Zhang family, expressing their willingness to see Miss Zhang?
Those virtuous names that fuel the flames are like wind to the ears of real wealthy families.

Obviously it is the most obvious truth, but Mrs. Zhang was blinded by obsession.

No, not just obsession, but also desire.

The scriptures can no longer bear the burning desire and ambition in the heart of this believer woman of the Zhang family who prays to God and worships Buddha and copies scriptures day and night.

Heh, he really is the beloved son of a different kind of parents, and he has far-reaching plans for it!
This profound love opened her eyes!

"For the sake of the neighbors, I would like to advise you one last thing, cherish your present, and don't really hurt the only person who is connected by blood."

"By then, it will be too late to regret."

(End of this chapter)