C8

"Miss …" They were going to... In the nurse's room? " Lu Ping looked at me uncertainly.

When I came back, I opened the purse that Aunt Wang had given me right in front of Lu Ping.

It was an exquisite embroidery work, but the diagrams on it were very strange. Ordinary women would only embroider a flower or plant on top of it. The more daring women would also embroider a lotus flower or a mandarin duck. On the top of this bag was embroidered a jade guqin with golden threads. On the back of the bag was embroidered a red silk thread with the 'Serenity of Time' embroidered. It was not very eye-catching when mixed together with the originally bright red silk that looked like ten thousand blessings. The two corners of the bag were sewn with two small golden bells, which made a small sound as they were pushed. The ribbon on top of the silk pouch was originally a red silk ribbon of the same color, which my aunt would often look at. The ribbon had already lost its color and had become half old.

When my aunt thrust it at me, I thought there might be some note in it, but when I opened it, I saw that it was only a short strand of hair, carefully tied with a red string, and holding it in the palm of my hand.

Why did Aunt give me such a thing? What was the point of this?

Normally, I would only think that there was something strange going on, but I would never think about it too deeply. But now … These days, however, it was no longer the same as it used to be when he was having fun with his parents. I used to be so ignorant and think that my father and mother were strict, but it was only out of the heart, but that kind of thing, that piercing pain, gave me a fierce slap, but also constantly reminded me to be strong.

"That's right, I'm going to take a look at the wet nurse. Go and prepare." I waved a hand at Lina.

Lu Ping knew my character, and knew that I had made up my mind. She sighed and went out to do some work.

The courtyard that seemed spacious and spacious during the day was rather gloomy at night. It was probably because my main house had already turned out the lights. The other houses had also turned out the lights one after another. The entire courtyard was completely silent. After passing through the hall, I turned around the corridor and arrived at the nursing home. This was a small and cozy place in my courtyard that was used as my study. Since my mother had strictly asked me to study singing, I rarely came back. The interior was like a snowy cave, devoid of any furnishings. Because I was very happy, the surrounding walls were all broken through. There was a mahogany frame embedded within the wall, and a Western machinery was installed on it. As long as you push, you can rotate these shelves and freely read the books on it.

The bean-sized oil lamp only illuminated the green brick in front of his feet. The moonlight shone through the bookshelves onto the ground, creating a light that resembled a small lamp. After passing through three bookshelves, we entered an inner room. A green tent hung low on the top and a green tassel hung on the silver spoon on both sides. It seemed that my wet nurse had been placed on the bed that I used to sleep on.

The wind blew gently, bringing with it a somewhat sinister aura. I bravely opened the curtains in front of the bed and held up the lamp to take a look. Unexpectedly, the bed was empty, with a few field quilts neatly folded on top of each other.

The faint sound of a woman coughing could be heard from the eardrum. It seemed that the wet nurse had been placed in the room.

I steadied my mind and walked over with the lantern.

In a small room, there was a large brick bed by the window, but it was not burned. There was a brazier in the middle of the floor, but it was very bright, and the smell of smoke made people cough. The wet nurse was lying on the narrow beauty couch. Her face was flushed and her veins were popping out as she coughed and panted beside the bed.

"Amma, Amma, are you okay?" I went up to help my mother.

"Don't worry, don't worry." "The wet nurse had a frightened look on her face." Miss, please go back and rest, I'm fine. " I didn't expect to find such strength in my wet nurse's illness that it would push me back.

In the middle of evading, the purse I carried in my bosom fell out, and I hurried forward to pick it up.

The wet nurse's eyes were staring straight at the purse in my hand. For a moment, she even stopped coughing. At the moment of death, tears were rolling down her cheeks.

I stepped forward and grabbed my nurse's hand. "Amma, Amma, do you know what? Can you tell me? "

The way my wet nurse looked at me changed.

"Miss, where did you get this bag?" The wet nurse forced herself to ask this question before coughing again.

"Amma, Amma, you have been the best to me since I was young. Why did you keep me in the dark?"

Thinking of the various things that happened in his previous life, his tears couldn't help but roll down his face. He suffered so much, not only because of his ignorance, but also because these people were so self-righteous to him!

"I say, where did you get this money bag!" The wet nurse's voice suddenly turned sharp. After saying that, she leaned on the bed. Her lungs felt like they were being pulled by a bellows, making it hard for her to raise her head. However, she still tightly pulled on my sleeve.

The wet nurse had always been silent and thick, but because of this personality, she was often bullied by other mothers in the yard.

"I... I … This was given to me by Aunt! " I tugged at half my sleeve, trying to pull it out of her hand.

Although the veins on her mother's hand bulged and her fingers were tightly pinched, showing a bluish white color, she had no intention of letting go.

Suddenly, the wet nurse seemed to heave a sigh of relief. Her hands went limp and collapsed on the couch. She panted heavily and grabbed a few handfuls of air with both hands.

"Amma, Amma." I called for my wet nurse, but didn't dare step forward.

Looking at her coldly, his mother's medicine seemed to have damaged his mother's mental state. Such a trance did not seem like something a sober person would do.

"Miss! "Miss!" The wet nurse kept mumbling to herself. She held onto her clothes with both hands, as if her chest was heaving from being bound by the clothes.

I hesitated for a moment and then stepped forward to support my wet nurse. I felt a little regretful. Under such circumstances, I'm afraid I won't be able to get anything out of her!

However, just as I approached the wet nurse, she grabbed me. A pair of ice-cold and slippery hands tightly gripped my arm. For a moment, I was unable to advance or retreat.

"Qin'er!" Her eyes were exceptionally bright. "Your name is Yao Qin."

Her face trembled slightly, and her words trembled because of what she did.

"Your surname is not Yang, your surname is Lu, the famous Tai Yuan Lu Family!" A cold smile appeared on the wet nurse's face.

"A family of two pavilion elders, father and son have advanced together." The wet nurse laughed and said, "It's exactly such a noble family that would abandon their wife and children like this, selling their children to sell their women!"

"Qin'er!" "Qin'er!" "The nurse took my hand eagerly." "Don't blame your mother. As a woman, what can she do?" After saying that, he coughed a few more times, and his eyes turned red.

"Where can she go if she doesn't go home?" The wet nurse laughed at herself.