“Brother Lang, what’s wrong with you?” Mrs. Zhao squatted down in concern, touching Yin Lang’s forehead and asked.
Yin Lang didn’t know if he didn’t want to answer, or because he didn’t have the strength, so he closed his eyes.
Mrs. Zhao still wanted to ask, but Yin Hui frowned and said, “Let’s carry him into the house first.”
Yin Lang’s yard was behind the yard of Eldest Young Master Yin Wen.
Yin Hui entered Yin Lang’s house, which was so empty that even the curtain hanging on his bed looked like an old thing that had been used for many years.
To put it bluntly, the rooms that Yin Hui’s maids used were better than Yin Lang’s.
When Yin Hui looked at her, Mrs. Zhao immediately scolded the young man beside Yin Lang, “How do you do things? Every year, we make new clothes and make curtains for your young master. Why do you still use these old things?” The young man did not dare to refute, and knelt down beside him. Because he knew that if he refuted it, the second wife would dare to treat the young master even worse.
Yin Hui didn’t bother to expose Mrs. Zhao’s hypocrisy, and seeing that Yin Lang’s face turned red again and his lips were dry, she asked the boy to pour water.
After drinking water, Yin Lang regained some energy, and looked at Yin Hui with complicated eyes.
Like a weed in the corner, facing the rich and precious flowers that passed by unintentionally, there was admiration and shame.
Yin Hui got a little uncomfortable. Speaking of which, she and Yin Lang both were motherless children.
Yin Lang’s biological mother was kept by the second uncle in the outer room behind Mrs. Zhao’s back. Later, she fell ill and died, leaving behind the six-year-old Yin Lang.
Yin Lang’s personality was withdrawn. Coupled with the difference between men and women, Yin Hui, who was also a child, never expected to find Yin Lang to play with. One of the siblings enjoyed the pampering of the grandfather and was carefree, while the other was trapped in the second household, silently enduring the abuse and the harsh treatment. If it hadn’t happened by chance, Yin Hui wouldn’t have known that Yin Lang’s living conditions were so bad. When they met at a family banquet, Yin Lang’s clothes were not much different from Yin Wen’s.
Yin Hui had a weak impression of her cousin whom she seldom met. She even forgot about that cousin after she got married. After the Yin family fell, Uncle Zhou told her that Yin Lang had left.
Because Yin Lang didn’t deliberately try to take advantage of her and Wei Luo like Yin Jingshan’s family did, she wanted to help him in this life.
Yin Jingshan and Yin Wen were short-sighted and could not afford to be the leaders of the Yin family. If her grandfather was willing to cultivate Yin Lang, perhaps there would be successors to the Yin family’s property.
The doctor arrived.
After examining Yin Lang, the doctor said, “The second young master is suffering from a cold, but the delay has made his condition worse. From today onwards, he must take the medicine on time so as not to worry about it.”
Mrs. Zhao reprimanded Yin Lang in a caring tone, “This child wants to be strong, so he didn’t tell early when he was not feeling well, look, the minor illness has turned into a serious illness, right?”
Yin Lang lowered his eyes and remained silent.
Mrs. Zhao asked someone to send the doctor off, and then came to observe Yin Hui’s expression.
Yin Hui’s expression was calm as she said, “It’s good that you’re fine. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, take care of your body to celebrate the New Year together with your family.”
After speaking, Yin Hui left without showing too much concern for Yin Lang.
Yin Lang lay on the bed, staring blankly at the top of the bed.
The young man sent the guests out and then said distressingly, “I thought that the second lady would support you because of her kindness, but I didn’t expect her lady to just go.”
Yin Lang laughed at himself, and said with a hoarse voice, “This is my fate. You can’t blame others, and next time something like this happens, you don’t have to be smart.”
He purposely ran to report it before the second lady left, wasn’t it because of the young master?
On the carriage, Jinzhan whispered to the master, “Madam, the second young master has made such a fuss, and the second madam lost face. Will she treat the second young master even more harshly?”
Yin Hui was not sure, probably she would.
How many women in the world would treat concubine’s sons as if they were their own? Those like Concubine Xu and Xu Qingwan were already considered good.
That was also the reason why although Yin Hui came back full of resentment, she didn’t want to have a big fight with Wei Luo. She was afraid that one day Wei Luo would divorce her and find a stepmother for her son. If Wei Luo was willing to let her take him away, she would rather not be Princess Shu. But that was impossible. Even if Wei Luo agreed, King Yan would not.
Yin Lang’s illness and situation were all in Yin Hui’s heart, but at the time she couldn’t do anything.
In the evening, Wei Luo was playing with Xiao Heng, and caught a glimpse of her sitting on the side of the warm couch holding the account book, but she didn’t turn a page for a long time, and she was frowning.
After resting at night, Wei Luo got to her side and hugged her.
To Yin Hui’s surprise, he didn’t start directly, but asked a question first, “Did you encounter trouble when you went out this time?”
Yin Hui was surprised by his sensitivity, and understood in a flash.
In her previous life, whenever Wei Luo came to the backyard, she would concentrate on him, observe his expression, and then deal with it cautiously. Since she didn’t care about Wei Luo so much, and dared to think about her own affairs, he would naturally notice any emotions she showed unintentionally.
“I miss my grandfather, I went home specially, but he was not there.”
After a short silence, Yin Hui replied, “Grandpa is almost sixty, I’m afraid that something will happen to him on the way.”
The voice was soft, like a feather falling on his chest that seemed to seek comfort from him.
Wei Luo patted her on the back, “Old Yin has been traveling all his life, so he will be fine for sure.”
Yin Hui: “I know, but the year end is approaching, so I can’t help thinking about it.”
Wei Luo walked away for a while.
He also had a grandfather, but since he grew up so big, he only met the Emperor once, so there was no relationship between the grandfather and grandson.
Living in the palace all year round, with his father and mother by his side, the only time he missed his relatives was when he went to Beijing in July, and missed his son very much.
The woman in his arms arched again.
Wei Luo came back to his senses and asked, “Isn’t Mr. Yin coming back to Pingcheng for the New Year?”
Yin Hui: “He will not come back until Xiaonian.”
Wei Luo: “Then visit at that time. Going out to see relatives at new year is fine.”
Yin Hui was waiting for that sentence, smiled, raised her head, and her lips were printed on the side of his neck, “You are so kind to me.”
The conversation ended, and Wei Luo started.
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