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Hearing this, Sunge fell silent.
The compassion in Li Qingzhao's eyes seemed like a ball of fire that could burn her eyes, but could not burn away the prejudice in the hearts of the world.
It is said that women in the Song Dynasty generally had a higher status. Women from the middle and lower classes could do business, and widows could remarry, but this was still relative.
Moreover, Neo-Confucianists generally believe that writing poetry is not a woman's business, and literati and poets in the literary world do not agree with women's creation.
It can be said that Li Qingzhao was able to shine in the poetry world of the Song Dynasty, not only because of his natural talent, but also because of the support of Wang and Li Gefei.
This is the luck of Li Qingzhao's life.
The open-mindedness of his native family and the free and easy life of a girl healed Li Qingzhao's life.
In the plot, there is never a single word about Mrs. Zhang's past and ending, as if she is just an insignificant passerby who does not deserve any writing.
Sunge sighed silently, searching for the imprint of Mrs. Zhang in Sister Zhao's memory in Wang's memory.
Perhaps, the ever-increasing wall and the tightened rules cut off the relationship between Mrs. Zhang and Li Qingzhao, and also extinguished the only fire in Mrs. Zhang's heart.
As a result, Mrs. Zhang never appeared in Li Qingzhao's world again.
After searching through Wang's memories, Sunge finally learned about Mrs. Zhang's family background.
Compared with Li Qingzhao, Mrs. Zhang was a few years older. She was about the age of the golden hairpin. Her ancestors had also been among the nobles. However, her father died after being convicted, and her mother and Mrs. Zhang were forced to leave the clan and live in the family. Bright water.
No worries about food and clothing, no shortage of money.
Zhang's mother just held her breath and wanted to wash away the contempt and contempt of her tribe. She thought about following the example of women from generation to generation and raising her daughter to be a role model for women in the world. She imposed the lifeless rules and requirements in the book pieced together into a living person.
Regardless of the essence or the dross, every woman who appears in the classics speaks, behaves, walks, lives, sits, or lies, and they are all intensified and imposed on the daughter.
As Li Qingzhao said, the world in Zhang's eyes is desolate and hopeless, and the greatest hurt and pain comes from the suffocation wrapped up in the name of love by her mother.
Sun Ge suppressed the discomfort in his heart, held Li Qingzhao in his arms, stretched out his hand to poke the baby's fat cheek, and sighed, "Qing Qing's heart is sincere and warm, and I am happy for my mother."
The longer you stay under the sun and approach the haze, the more sensitive and painful you will become.
"In the name of love" is a problem that has not been solved for thousands of years.
The key is far from being solved by a few words of persuasion.
At a young age, Li Qingzhao showed an amazing sense of delicacy.
However, she would rather Li Qingzhao's mind was not so sensitive and delicate.
"But, Qingqing, drinking alcohol is not the solution."
"Aniang rarely imposes her wishes on you, nor does she want to restrict you within rules."
"So, you can be free and easy, or you can be blooming."
"But, you are not Miss Zhang, and Miss Zhang is not you."
"Let's not talk about the dangers of drinking at a young age. Just look at your behavior of climbing over the wall to encourage Mrs. Zhang to drink. What will be waiting for Mrs. Zhang?"
"Can getting drunk really relieve a thousand worries?"
Crying bitterly after being drunk, or still unable to face the bleak reality after waking up?
Li Qingzhao nestled quietly in Sun Ge's arms and murmured, "Mom, at least that moment of freedom was real."
"Auntie, has Sister Zhang been punished?"
Li Qingzhao suddenly raised his eyes and asked cautiously.
The heightened courtyard wall and the no-response knocks made Li Qingzhao's heart feel like it was falling into an ice cellar, and he was filled with panic.
Grandma's ability to notice it doesn't mean that Sister Zhang's mother is also aware of it.
Li Qingzhao panicked, his soft little face turning pale inch by inch.
"Auntie, when the rain stops, my daughter wants to come and apologize."
Li Qingzhao pursed his lips and said firmly.
Although she has good intentions, her reckless methods cannot be denied.
Sun Ge frowned and paused slightly with his hand on Li Qingzhao's head.
Come to the door?
Mrs. Zhang's mother doesn't seem to be reasonable.
When Sister Zhao comes to the door, she will most likely be scolded in an angry manner and then unable to even enter the door.
When dealing with crazy people, you must not treat them with common sense.
Sunge didn't want to hurt the innate kindness and compassion in Li Qingzhao's heart, and this ability to empathize was not a bad thing.
If you pamper your own daughter, what else can you do?
She appeared here just to protect Sister Zhao. Instead of being aggrieved and cowardly, she might as well go back and listen to the Lord God's teachings.
Sun Ge looked out the window at the steady rain and thought about it.
It was rainy weather for several days.
The Li family's residence was in disrepair.
Therefore, it seems reasonable to collapse the house and block the walls.
The wall fell down, and it was natural for bricks and mud to smash into the wall next door.
Isn't it just building a wall? The Li family is not short of this little money. The Wang family also has Shili Hongzhu, and the dowry is very generous.
Well, Sunge silently praised himself in his heart.
She is still so witty!
"Qingqing, I have a bad idea for my mother..."
"No, it should be said that it is a clever trick. I don't know whether to talk about it or not."
Sunge is eager to try.
Li Qingzhao's wilted eyes suddenly brightened, there was nothing in this world that could stump A Niang.
"Auntie, what can I do?"
"I'll tell you, mother, that wall should fall down."
Li Qingzhao was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
Seeing this, Sun Ge didn't say much. He took Li Qingzhao's hand, held an umbrella and walked towards the remote courtyard.
Li Hao, who slept soundly, once again missed witnessing an important event.
Beside the courtyard wall, Sunge let go of Li Qingzhao's hand, took a run, and hit the wall hard.
Li Qingzhao: Σ(дllll)
Li Qingzhao shouted sternly, threw the umbrella in his hand on the ground, and ran towards Sunge.
Grandma!
She had already lost her mother once.
Tears burst into Li Qingzhao's eyes.
Just listen, with a bang, the wall made of hard materials collapsed and became dilapidated.
Even the Zhang family wall looked shaky, as if it would collapse with just a slight push.
The fact is that Sunge fell down as soon as he stretched out his hand and pushed!
Li Qingzhao looked at his mother-in-law rubbing the red mark on her forehead indifferently, feeling a little dazed.
Was it her imagination that A Niang committed suicide by hitting the wall just now?
It wasn't until Li Qingzhao held Sun Ge's still warm and soft hand that his high-pitched heart dropped.
Grandma is still here!
This is the most important thing to Li Qingzhao.
"Run quickly."
Sunge took Li Qingzhao's hand and hid it.
If you don't leave, you will be caught by the next door.
"Auntie, are you okay?" Li Qingzhao looked at Sunge with burning eyes, and there were still unfinished tears in his eyes.
Sun Ge raised his hands to rub Li Qingzhao's face, but found that his hands were covered with moss.
You don't need to look to know that she must be in a very embarrassed state at the moment.
"Qingqing has to keep it a secret for grandma, otherwise grandma will be homeless."
(End of chapter)
