They stood in front of Yu An'an one after another, looking warily at Mrs. Yu Ning, who suddenly looked like a mad woman.
Xie Zhao said coldly: "Oh? Is it because Miss Yu has brought shame to his father? But in Xie's opinion, Madam's current behavior of not distinguishing between good and evil, hurting others and herself, and treating her own daughter poorly is the reason for The general is put to shame."
She stared at Mrs. Yu's haggard face as if she had woken up from a dream, and spoke forcefully:
"——You have even brought shame to Mr. Ning Wuji Ning who is in Zhaoge, and the Ning family in Yongzhou..."
The moment Xie Zhao said the words "Yongzhou Ning Family", Ning's almost crazy expression suddenly stopped.
As if she had been tapped on some acupuncture point, she was actually awakened by Xie Zhao's words. She gradually regained her clarity of mind and then looked around in confusion.
Han Changsheng's heart was beating wildly and he was secretly speechless.
what?
seriously?
This crazy woman with crazy emotions and crazy behavior, who looks mentally abnormal from side to side, is actually from the famous Ning family of Yongzhou?
That "Yongzhou Ning" who has produced several number one scholars and talented men and women over the past few dynasties?
Looking at the age of this lady...could it be the daughter or niece of the Crown Prince Ning Wuji?
In a moment of unspeakable solemn silence, Mrs. Yu Ning suddenly hissed:
"...how did you know?"
Xie Zhaoping said calmly: "In the past, Mrs. Yu brought many ancient books, calligraphy and paintings from the Yongzhou Ning family to a wedding banquet in Zhaoge City, and she married General Pingwei with ten miles of red dots. This beautiful story about the general and beauty is still remembered in Zhaoge City to this day. There are people singing it."
She paused and looked directly into Mrs. Yu's eyes, rarely solemn.
"As for Mr. Ning Wuji, Mr. Ning is a world-famous literary giant. He was not only the prince and tutor of the late emperor, but also the former emperor's mentor together with the emperor's teacher Xie Lin, Lao Shangzhuguo... I heard that, The current emperor's younger uncle, Xie Huanzhang, Prince of Xunyang County, was also taught by Master Ning in Zhaoge's Ning Clanology when he was young.
Taifu Ning's name is known to everyone in the world. Although Xie Zhao is a wanderer in the world, he has also heard of Mr. Ning's splendid literary talent. "
Mrs. Yu Ning was silent for a long time. When she spoke again, she had completely recovered her consciousness.
She said awkwardly: "...General and beauty? It's just the superficial beauty in the eyes of outsiders. As for what the situation is like behind closed doors, who can tell anyone?"
Recalling her late father, Mrs. Yu gently shook her head, "As for my father, he has been dead for many years. There are many people in Zhaoge City who are careless and ruthless. The world has long forgotten my father's talent and reputation, and it is difficult for future generations like you to do so." The girl actually still remembers it.”
Xie Zhao shook his head seriously.
"Madam, you are wrong. People in the world have never forgotten Taifu Ning's talent and fame. It's just that as a human being, we always have to look forward in life.
The world is bustling, and everyone has his or her own life to live and his or her own hardships to contend with. You can't just wallow in the past all day long. "
Mrs. Yu was silent for a long time, then suddenly said with a wry smile: "Yes, when my father was alive, he was called 'Ning Banchao' by the world, because almost half of the civil servants in the court came from his disciples. But so what, death is like a lamp going out, and the glory of the past is all in vain..."
After stepping forward to start a fight, Ling You was worried about irritating Mrs. Yu again, so Ling You, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said softly:
"Heroes in the world emerge from generation to generation, and there are outstanding figures in literature and martial arts. Throughout the ages, countless talented masters and literary giants have passed away like meteors, leaving behind their own unique brilliance..."
Ling You lowered his head slightly and looked at the woman in front of him. There was an unbreakable sense of character and arrogance between the young man's brows.
There was a clearness in his voice that was unique to a young man, and a calmness that was inappropriate for his age.
"They came in a hurry in this world, and then went quietly. Perhaps even they themselves did not expect to be remembered by the world after their death. However, they smashed the wind and the moon, and lived brilliantly for hundreds of years, and their heroes and spirits will last forever. The world. This is the way of heaven and earth, and it is also the way they choose——
Yingjie has no regrets and no injustice, so why should Madam care about Mr. Ning? "
Han Changsheng nodded immediately after hearing the words. His words were concise and concise, and much simpler and more popular.
"Yes, Mrs. Yu, for example, I--the boy doesn't have any big ambitions in this life. My biggest dream and interest is nothing more than the art of divination. It doesn't matter even if my family doesn't understand me, even if I am in the art of divination in the future. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have any big achievements!
The most important thing in a person's life is to be happy. If I do what I want to do, I won’t mind what others think of me! I think the same goes for Old Master Ning. Preaching, receiving karma and solving doubts is his dream. The old man doesn’t care whether he will be remembered in future generations. "
Mrs. Yu, Mrs. Ning, stared blankly at the boys and girls in front of her, silent for a long time.
After a while, she seemed to suddenly notice her daughter's embarrassment.
Yu Anan's bun was already messed up in the struggle just now. A low-quality and not very valuable hosta fell on the bluestone tiles on the ground and broke into two pieces.
There were also a few shallow red marks on her neck - the scratches she had just received from Mrs. Yu's wrong hand.
Mrs. Yu suddenly gave up her strength and slowly took a step back in astonishment.
This was the first time that she had seen her daughter being "fucked" by her in a conscious state... In the past, every time she woke up, Yu Anan had already washed herself up and looked at her with a gentle smile. Working in the courtyard, there was no trace of confusion or clues.
She suddenly covered her face and cried silently, crying blood.
Yu Anan hurriedly pushed away Xie Zhao and Han Changsheng who were blocking her, and stepped forward to support Mrs. Yu.
"Mom, don't cry, my daughter is fine."
Mrs. Yu put down her palms and stroked her daughter's messy hair tremblingly.
"It's your mother's fault that has delayed you. Although I have taught you carefully about literature and ink since you were a child, after all, you grew up in this rural place, and you were trapped in Pingzhou by my incompetent mother. After so many years, I haven’t even talked to you about a good family..."
Yu Anan gently wiped the tears from Mrs. Yu's cheeks.
"Mom, what are you talking about? An An doesn't feel miserable, and she doesn't want to get married."
Xie Zhaozai tilted his body and crossed his arms, and suddenly said lazily: "It's okay if Miss Yu doesn't want to get married, but since you have the world in your eyes, why don't you go and see the world?"
She sighed softly under An An's slightly stunned gaze.
"Mrs. Yu, do you realize that you are sick?"
Mrs. Yu was stunned for a moment, her hands subconsciously grabbing the hem of her coarse cloth skirt.
"......me......"
Xie Zhao nodded understandingly.
"It seems that Madam herself has realized it."
