Chapter 4 Rebirth

　　Dou Zhao couldn't tell if she was jealous or envious, her blood all rushed to her chest, turning over and over, just afraid that if she looked at her son one more time, she would have to do something that she would regret. 　　"Take the pair of cards to the World Master." She instructed Cui Leng, "Pass on my words, from now on, not only in the Shizi Master's house, but also in the Second Master's and Yin Sister's houses, all matters will be taken care of by Zhu." 　　"Mother!" Wei Ge'er raised his head, sensing a hint of unusual dissimilarity. 　　"Madam, no!" Zhu's voice was mournful, and her face turned white in an instant. 　　In the end, it was her own chosen one, penetrating as hell. 　　With her watching over the children, she could also guard against those devious tricks. 　　Dou Zhao closed her eyes and waved her hand, "I'm tired and want to rest, you all go down!" 　　"Madam!" Zhu Shi kowtows to Dou Zhao with tears in her eyes. 　　Wei Ge'er looked at Zhu in disbelief. 　　Dou Zhao waved her hand again and turned her back. 　　"Ma'am, don't worry, the slave girl is laying down her life here, she will still take good care of Gongzi and Miss." Zhu murmured, once again kowtowing to Dou Zhao, and retreated with Weiwei Ge'er. 　　The room quieted down, with a kind of coldness and loneliness after people had left the building. 　　Dou Zhao was saddened. 　　If Wei Tingyu had been more successful and willing to take on the responsibilities of a man, how could she, as a housewife, have taken the lead in managing the common affairs of the Wei House? And how could she have overlooked the differences between the two children? 　　If her mother-in-law cared more about her two grandchildren and didn't always think of praying to the gods, how could the two children treat Zhu, who has no blood relationship at all, as their closest relative? 　　Or, did she choose the wrong person? 　　If that Zhu was an insatiable person who stepped on others, was vulgar and rude, and liked to make a fuss, the two sons wouldn't have been so fond of her. 　　However, how could she let such a person stay by her son's side and teach him? 　　She didn't even know who to resent well! 　　Whenever this time came, Dou Zhao would think of her mother who had died early. 　　She was so young, how could her mother leave her alone? 　　If her mother had been alive and taught her how to be a wife and mother, wouldn't she have had to suffer so much, take so many detours, and her children wouldn't have been centrifuged from her? 　　This is an unanswerable answer. 　　Dou Zhao only felt a sense of weariness all around her. 　　She used the quilt to cover her head, burying herself in a lacquered silence. 　　Hazily, she heard a burst of crying, and wanted to open her eyes to see, but her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so she couldn't lift them up. Wei Tingyu whispered in her ear, "If you leave, what will happen to me?" A moment later, the voice changed to Mrs. Guo's, "Don't worry, Weiwei is my grandson-in-law, I'll make sure he's safe and sound. 　　Am I dead? 　　Dou Zhao struggled to fight to open her eyes and found herself sitting on a hot bed, the sunlight shone through the snow in the courtyard and reflected through the windows glued with gaoli paper, the room was snowy. 　　A pretty young woman with a red mole at the corner of her mouth was sitting across from her, playing rope-flipping with her. There were also four or five maids ranging from ten to fifteen years old sitting around in front of the bed doing needlework. 　　They all wore fine cloth cotton jackets and coarse cloth skirts, or wore small silver cloves, or inserted silver hairpins, simple with the orchid heart of a little girl, so that people could not help but smile when they looked at them. 　　Dou Zhao did not recognize any of the people in the room, but he felt very close to them. 　　Once upon a time in her mother's house in Zhending County, in the winter, their house servants were dressed like this. 　　It turned out that she had entered the dream world again. 　　Dou Zhao smiled cheekily and slipped off the bed, wanting to see what the several little maids were doing with their needlework, but her feet weren't able to land, and she was hung up on the side of the bed. 　　A few of the little maids pursed their lips and laughed. 　　The pretty young woman was busy helping her out of the bed, her mouth still chattering: ''What does Fourth Miss want? Speak to the wet nurse! Nurse went to get it for you." 　　So this was her wet nurse! 　　Dou Zhao couldn't help it. 　　Once upon a time, the nursemaid was a white, fat steamed bun, this time it was a delicate branch flower, I wonder what it will look like next time? 　　She thumped and ran towards those little maids doing needlework, suddenly realizing that she had become much smaller, and the tables, chairs, and benches that used to be commonplace in her eyes were more than twice as tall. 　　Ha! This dream is really subtle! 　　The little maids who were doing needlework all looked up and smiled kindly towards her. 　　Among them, the older ones were knitting the soles of the shoes, the younger ones were tying the loops, all of them were skillful, and it was obvious that they were accustomed to doing these tasks. 　　A biting cold wind poured in. 　　Dou Zhao looked up and saw that the warm curtains were raised, and several maids flanked a woman walking in. 　　The people in the room all got up and saluted the woman, calling her "Grandma Seven". 　　Dou Zhao stared blankly at her. 　　But eighteen, nine years old, medium height, slim and slender, long face, willow leaf eyebrows, cherry mouth, wearing a peach vase dark patterned makeup flower pasted, reflecting her skin light as snow, people than flowers. 　　This is her mother! 　　He looks nothing like his mother. 　　She is tall, curvy, goose-egg face, long eyebrows into the temples, red lips, plump, snow-white skin, look at people's eyes slightly sharper, there is a Yingqi aggressively, and father as a mold printed. Just married to the Jining Marquis, she in order to make herself look more supple, will be long eyebrows trimmed, painted into a willow leaf eyebrows, half hanging eyelids and people talk, but can pretend to be a mother three points of the delicate beauty to. 　　Mother came over smilingly. 　　She saw more clearly. 　　Mother's face is white and crystal clear, like fine jade, without a little flaw, good-looking. 　　She bent down to scrape Dou Zhao's nose and joked, "Shou Aunt, what? Don't recognize mother!" 　　Shou Aunt? 　　Was that her breast name? 　　She never knew she had such a breast name. 　　Tears came suddenly. 　　She hugged her mother's thighs haphazardly. 　　"Mother, mother!" 　　Crying like a helpless child. 　　"Ouch!" The mother didn't feel her sadness at all, and smiled as she asked that nursemaid, "What's wrong with Shou Auntie? Crying for no reason?" There wasn't the slightest hint of skepticism or blame on the nursemaid, clearly trusting her. 　　"She was fine just now." The nursemaid was also very surprised, and could only say, "Maybe it's because she saw you coming? When a daughter sees her mother, she has something to cry about." 　　"Is that so?" Mother carried her to the hot bed, "This child, she cried my skirt all wet." 　　Dou Zhao froze. 　　Shouldn't a mother be most worried about why her child is crying? How come the mother was most worried about her skirt ...... 　　She, was she really her own mother? 　　She stared wide-eyed. 　　Two lines of tears were still hanging on her small face. 　　The mother "puff" a laugh, took out a handkerchief to help her wipe her tears, said to the nurse: "This child, silly! Then tenderly hugged her, kissed her little face, said: "your father is coming back, are you happy?" The corners of the eyes and eyebrows are overflowing with uncontrollable joy. 　　Dou Zhao "ah" sound to jump up. 　　How did she forget such an important thing! 　　She didn't know the details of what happened between her parents back then. However, according to Tuo Niang, her father met her stepmother when he went to Kyoto to take the countryside exams. Poor mother knows nothing, see father's letter said to travel in Kyoto, do not suspect him, just every day in the family look forward to, but also worried about the father's silver is not enough to make, looking for to quietly send their own room Yu Daqing to father to send some silver to make, and then somehow was grandfather knew, in exchange for a reprimand, which only did. 　　The countryside examination is in August, outside has snow, this time should have entered the winter, father has not returned, but grandfather alive, he is unlikely to be outside the New Year, that is to say, it is not too late to warn the mother. 　　But her mother held Dou Zhao tightly, Dou Zhao struggled a few times but couldn't get up, so anxious that she shouted "Mother". 　　"What's wrong with Shou Aunt today?" The mother was puzzled by her daughter's unusual antics, and looked sternly at the nursemaid. 　　The nursemaid's complexion tensed up a bit, "I accompanied the fourth young miss to sleep until the chenzheng before getting up, and used a bowl of millet porridge, a meat bun, and a flower roll ......" 　　"Didn't I say that every morning when you get up, you should first give Shou Aunt a cup of warm water?" Mother interrupted the nursemaid in a deep voice, "Did you give her water this morning?" 　　"Drank it, drank it!" The nursemaid busily said, no longer having the ease she had just now, "I did as you instructed, first covering her with a quilt and putting on a snug little jacket for fourth young miss before serving fourth young miss a drink of warm water ......" 　　Oops! What's the point of talking about this now? 　　She followed her grandmother in the countryside in the field village grew to twelve years old, summer followed the children of the field village workers to touch the fish, thirsty to drink the water in the creek, winter to go to the mountains to fight sparrows, hungry to roast sparrows to eat, is not alive and well to live to adulthood. 　　Dou Zhao shook his mother: "Mother ......" want to tell her "father to bring a woman back", the words out of the mouth, feel like the throat was blocked by something like, a good sentence into a The words came out of my throat like something was blocked, and a good sentence turned into a vague "father ...... woman ......" two words. 　　See Dou Zhao opened his mouth to speak, his mother turned back, looked at her with a smile, patiently said: "Shou Aunt, what do you want to say?" 　　"Mother," Dou Zhao said with difficulty, "Father ...... woman ......" This time the spit was clearer, but still did not speak clearly. 　　She was so anxious that her forehead was sweating. 　　Her mother smiled broadly, directly ignoring the word "woman", and said happily: "So our Shou Aunt also misses Dad! Gao Sheng sent a letter back, said your father will arrive in the next two days, also bought a lot of New Year's fireworks, lanterns and candles. It's Kyoto fireworks! Can bloom a million colors, not to mention Zhending County, that is, Zhending Province also does not sell ......" 　　At this time, what do you care about fireworks! 　　Dou Zhao was so anxious that he repeatedly said "father" and "woman". 　　The mother's expression gradually condensed, positively said: "Shou Aunt, what are you going to say?" 　　Dou Zhao was relieved, took a deep breath, and said word for word: "Father, father, brought, woman, people, back, come ......". 　　A childish voice, but clear and loud. 　　Like being slapped in the face, the mother's face showed shock, skepticism, and dismay. 　　The nursemaid and the maids, on the other hand, looked at each other with frightened expressions. 　　The room was dead silent. 　　The warm curtain was thrown aside with a swish, and a little maid with a three-maid bun ran in panting, "Seventh grandmother, seventh master is back, seventh master is back from Kyoto ......." 　　"Really!" Mother was immediately overjoyed, lifted her skirt and ran outside, ran two steps, stopped, thought for a moment, turned around and came back to hug Dou Zhao, "Let's go pick up father together!" 　　It looks like the mother is suspicious. 　　Dou Zhao sighed with relief, wrapped his arms around his mother's neck, and loudly answered "good".