Chapter 140 The old lady suffers from herself, and her son is embarrassed

Dongfang Biren listened to the chaos outside and couldn't stay in the room anymore. He also left the room. The maid servants held candles and lit up the huge yard as bright as day. In the swaying light, Princess Suko's face is white and tender with five bright red fingerprints. Although at night, the light of the candlelight is not as good as the sun, but it can also be clearly seen. The contrast is clear and shocking.

Mrs Mei has mixed a lot of silver hair. Because she came in a hurry, she hurriedly pulled it together. At this time, under the blowing of the night wind, with her trembling body floating back and forth, there was an unspeakable sense of oldness. She stood there with a face like gold paper and could hardly stand. The maids brought a crutch for her to hold on.

Mrs. Mei took it and threw it far away. She said in an unstable tone, "What do you want it for! I'm not old enough to put on a cane!"

The maid quickly picked up the cane and put it back. The eye-eyed maid came forward to help her. Mrs. Mei looked at Princess Sucome and stroked her face with her hand. She was so angry that she couldn't speak. Tears fell down. After a long time, she said, "I've been suffering!"

Princes Sucome was obviously stunned, with a whole piece of confusion and horror on her face, and her eyes were full of tears, and she kept retreating.

Mrs. Mei straightened up, looked at Dongfang Biren not far away, and shouted sadly, "Ren'er!"

Dongfang Biren, as if nothing had happened, still said in a gentle and elegant voice, "What's wrong with mother?"

"Come here!" Mrs. Mei shook her voice.

Dongfang Biren walked over step by step. After all, he was his mother. He had always respected it and was worried that she would be angry. He said in a comforting tone, "Mother, go back to sleep well. Don't stay up late, so as not to ruin your body."

Mrs. Mei scolded angrily, "Mother, you don't have to worry about it! You all united to make your mother angry to death... Wouldn't this fulfill your wishes?"

For the rest of her life, Mrs. Mei has always been proud of her son as a capital and has never said anything serious. It is also the first time that such an angry and fierce rebuke is today.

Dongfang Biren felt a little uncomfortable and said kindly, "It's my fault. I can't control it for a moment. It's too heavy to take action."

Then he told the servant, "Go to my pharmacy, get some medicine to relieve swelling and pain, and apply it to the princess!"

Dongfang Biren is not a professional doctor, but he has studied a little. In addition to those four books and five classics, poetry and words, pen, ink, paper and inkstones, etc., there are also all kinds of medical books. Therefore, not far from the study, there is a small ear chamber, which is full of some daily medicine. In case anyone has skin trauma, or cold and heatstroke, it can be used as temporary treatment.

The servant's hands and feet were very quick, and soon brought all the several medicines that Dongfang Master used to use, but he didn't know who to hand them to. He stood there at a loss.

Dongfang Biren said to the little maid in Princess Suo's room, "Take this and help the princess back to the room. You get up early and go to bed late and apply it once, and you will be fine in two or three days." After saying that, I turned around and wanted to go back to the study.

Mrs. Mei was still angry and said, "My son, stop!"

Dongfang Biren stopped silently, waiting for his mother's instruction.

Mrs. Mei was hoarse and said to the maids and servants, "You all retreat." Then tremblingly, he took the medicine, pulled Princess Sucome, and came to the study together and sat down.

took Princess Suo into her arms and whispered, "Look up and let your mother have a look."

Princess Suko slowly raised her face, and her eyes were gray, only tears flashed a little.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..." Mrs. Mei looked at the princess's cheek and muttered, while groping to open the bottle and carefully and lovingly wiped her daughter-in-law.

I don't know whether it was because she was moved or because of grievance. Princess Suko burst into tears and couldn't stop, and she rushed away the medicine she had just applied. Mrs. Mei was not tired. Every time she washed it off, she took out a veil, carefully wiped away the tears for the princess, and then applied it again.

Dongfang Biren knew that his mother had arm pain. Whenever he did some heavy work or lifted it for a long time, he would be sore for several days, and there were many inconveniences in lifting chopsticks and pens. Therefore, these medicine and injuries are usually done by servants, and they have never been done by themselves.

Now he is tired for the princess over and over again. Dongfang Biren sees it, why doesn't he feel difficult? Even if his mother is angry and making bitter tricks, how can he continue to see his filial piety?

So she took the medicine, and Mrs. Fumei sat down to ** and said, "Let me do it. Mother, rest."

Zun came down and looked at the princess with no expression on his face. Princess Sucome cried for about a long time, and finally she didn't have so many tears. Maybe he was shocked by the words of Master Dongfang, and there was a trace of fear. He forgot to cry and slowly stopped sobbing. Dongfang Biren succeeded once and didn't bother much.

Princess Sucome's heart was rekindled, or flowers bloomed in the ashes. She looked at Dongfang Biren in a stunned way, and the skin on her face touched every time Dongfang Biren wiped it, as if the dry seedlings had drunk enough water, and every cell was extremely comfortable and smooth. For a moment, he thought to himself that if he was willing to treat me like this day by day, even if he was beaten a few more times, it would be worth it.

When he was obsessed, Dongfang Biren stopped and said to her, "Go back to your room and sleep. It doesn't matter."

Mrs. Mei is much better now, but she is still silent. My son is too nonsense. No matter what, he can't hit people! Fortunately, it was coaxed in time, otherwise Koer complained angrily and returned to the palace with such a swollen face. She was asked by the empress dowager and the queen. What should I say? Even if the young couple's conflict is used as an excuse, this is too heavy, and it is inevitable to leave an indelible Geng Jie in the hearts of both sides. Not to mention that if something big happens in the future, it will be difficult to be reconciled.

She expected that even if she talked about her son, he would not listen, so she drugged the princess with her own hands until her son surrendered with a gun and took over the job.

The result is not in vain. It's settled. Although thinking about it, Mrs. Mei is still worried. This is only the first time, what if there is a second or third time?

Dongfang Biren lazily made a debt and said to Mrs. Mei, "I'll send my mother back to my room."

Mrs. Mei waved her hand and said, "I don't need it. Koer is timid. You'd better give her away."

Dongfang Biren stopped making a sound, stood up and walked to the new house. Princess Sucome saw that Master Dongfang's intention was to invite her back to her room. He hesitated a little, but with the lesson just now, he didn't dare to be stubborn and quickly followed.

Mrs. Mei then burst into a smile, and her heart was still working hard. She walked a little heavy and slowly, and returned alone.

When he arrived at the new house, Dongfang Biren said to the princess, "That's it. It's getting late."

Princes Sucome looked at his departing back and wanted to say something. She touched her still painful cheek and swallowed it back.

After the pilgrimage the next morning, Dongfang returned to the prime minister's mansion for breakfast. Seeing the slight hematoma on Princess Suko's cheek, he asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

Princess Sucome and Mrs. Mei looked at each other without squeaking. Dongfang Biren coughed and replied, "Last night, the child was drunk, and in addition, he has been feeling unwell for days. Under the accumulation of depression, he actually injured his sister by mistake..."

"It's true..." Dongfang sighed and rarely showed concern for his son, "You look good and recover a lot. Shouldn't it be better?"

"Everything is as usual..." Dongfang Biren added: "It's just that the breath is still a little unstable, and you need to calm down and work to relieve fatigue."

Dongfang said worriedly, "Then be quiet, undisturbed, have more luck, and get well quickly. Young, if you can't get through these difficulties, how can you hold on to the big responsibility? Dongfang's words seem to be talking about the obstacles of the body, but in fact, they seem to be talking about the obstacles of life, and they are sighing.

Dongfang Biren listened quite happyly, because with his father's first sentence, there could be fewer things that annoy him. At least when you want to stay alone, there is a reason. Because of a smile, he said with concern to Dongfang, "You should also pay attention to it. If you are in good health, Ren'er can also rest assured!"

When Mrs. Mei looks at his father and son, she usually seldoms to say a few words, but it's not that they can't get along, but between the two men. It seems that there is nothing to say, and she is used to spreading ideas through actions. Today, you said a word and cared about each other. I don't know what kind of mystery it should be. I always feel strange. It seems that some unknown force is connecting the two of them, and his mother is a little isolated.

After breakfast, Dongfang Biren is about to make up an opportunity to go to the new house to see how Xue Qianwu is doing. Dongfang stopped him and said that the morning maple on Guan Ke Mountain was red and wanted to go out for a walk with him. Dongfang Biren happened to find a reason to go out. He was happy to hear the words and said to Mrs. Mei, and the father and son went out together.

Mrs. Mei was not down-to-earth and couldn't say anything, so she let them go. Fortunately, the old man didn't go to the restaurant, and his son didn't go to the little begling. What did she stop?