Ning Nanyou slept very heavily, but because he was still thinking about Cao in his heart, he gradually woke up without sleeping for a moment. At this time, the sky was slightly bright, but at 3 o'clock, the people beside him were gone, and there was still warmth in the bedding. It seemed that he had just left. He frowned, covered his dizzy head and staggered off the couch, picked up the newly placed clothes on the table in front of the couch to change, and walked out. He hurriedly walked towards Cao's room, and the lights had already lit up in the inner room.

When the maid in front of the house saw that he was coming, he was about to salute and call him, he stopped him. Ning Nanyou pressed his index finger against his lips and signaled the maid not to speak. He stood outside the house and looked at the paper window.

Before dawn, Jiang Chengjia went to Cao's room to serve. Biyun guarded Cao Xiu for a night, and her eyes were covered with blood. She whispered to Biyun, "Auntie, go to bed first. It's almost dawn, I'll keep it."

Biyun did not refuse, but just saluted her and left the house. Before leaving, she ordered the servants and maids outside the house to pay attention to the movements inside the house. If Mrs. Cao woke up, she would come to report immediately.

Ning Nanyou looked at the silhouette on the paper window, his heart was like a wave. He did not go in, but just waited silently in front of the Cao family gate, waiting for dawn.

Cao had already woken up and had regained his mind at this moment. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Jiang Chengjia standing beside her, washing a scarf in the basin. She tried her best to lighten her voice, squeezed the scarf away, and turned around. Cao closed his eyes again, pretending to be still sleeping.

She wiped the hot sweat from Cao's forehead, then twisted the corner of the quilt for Cao's, and leaned against the side to continue guarding. Cao Xiu narrowed his eyes, looked at Jiang Chengjia who was blurred in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, gently piled up his eyebrows, moved his lips, and asked Jiang Chengjia in a dry and hoarse manner, "A Luo, is it good to cook a cup of tea for his mother?"

She was startled and looked at Cao, and saw that Cao's eyes were slightly opened, his lips were pale and dry, his eyebrows were curved, and he leaned on the couch sickly, his voice was faint and small.

Jiang Chengjia hurriedly stood up and replied, "Mom, let's go now."

There was a tea powder that Biyun had prepared long ago on the table. She poured some of it into the tea dish and grind it thoroughly. She cooked a pot of water until it was hot and brewed. Then she poured the powder in, stirred it with a tea spoon, covered the lid of the teapot and placed it aside for boiling. Cao liked to drink tea, and didn't know why.

Ning Nan was also worried about drinking tea, and his crazy love was not inferior to Cao's family. The mother and son loved tea like life, and it was strange that she was attracted to it. The people around him loved tea, which was Heytea ceremony. They only loved the tea powder and chose tea very well. They must have the tea foam as white as snow before they could drink it. The two of them drank less white water. In the past month, they only saw their mother and son drinking tea every day, and even used tea instead of water. If they were not wealthy, they would not be able to consume this expensive tea cake and cook it every day.

Although Jiang Chengjia was confused, she had been studying tea ceremony every day for more than a month since she married into the mansion. She was able to make good tea, but she was very attentive. After waiting for a while, she poured a cup of tea and walked towards Cao carefully.

Cao struggled to sit up, leaning against the couch weakly, his face pale and pale.

"Mother, the tea is still a little hot, be careful to enter your mouth." Jiang Chengjia instructed in a soft voice, sat in front of the bed, and served the tea with both hands. Cao took the tea cup, looked at the tea cup with extremely white and beautiful tea powder, glanced at Jiang Chengjia thoughtfully, brushed her sleeves and covered her face and took a sip, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Chengjia, and said with admiration and joy, "A Luo's tea ceremony has made great progress compared to one month ago."

Jiang Chengjia was praised, and she felt a little happy in her heart. She said respectfully to Cao, "Mother has been awarded too much."

Cao stared at her and looked at her for a while. The girl's petite figure stood in front of her at noon yesterday. So she cleared her throat and asked gently, "Don't A Luo blame Zhao'er for marrying you with extraordinary means?"

Jiang Chengjia knew what she said, so she lowered her eyes slightly, looking a little lonely and sad, and murmured in a low voice, "Would you like to listen to my truth?"

"But it's okay." Cao comforted her and smiled happily at her, not wanting to give her too much scrutiny and pressure.

"I don't blame him, but A Luo doesn't believe it himself. Every girl is still waiting for her name, so she was designed by someone... How can I not feel sad? At first I hate him, I resent him. But I know that no matter how much I hate him, this is an unchangeable fact. Except for Zhaoyuan, I have no face to remarry others.

I married him with the desire to live a good life. But when I married Zhaoyuan, I found that he was not as fierce and shameless as I imagined. When he married me, he said he would definitely be responsible for me. He did it, and he treated me much more gentle than others.

He is as meticulous as a hair, and can always detect my joy and sorrow. Even if I use my little character, he can tolerate it. He is not as cold-blooded and cruel as the rumors. He has a warm heart, but it is just different from the environment I live in. So now I don’t complain or regret it when I marry him, and I just want to live a good life with him in the future."

Jiang Chengjia said sincerely and earnestly, with stars shining in dark eyes.

Cao Xiu looked at her appearance and unknowingly remembered herself. A trace of pain appeared in her eyes. She apologized to Jiang Chengjia, "Aluo, my son, I apologize to you for Zhao'er. It was her mother who had never taught Zhao'er well and asked him to walk the dark road."

Her heart was soft and she left Jiang Chengjia, gradually relaxing her heart, and she became more and more fond of the girl in front of her.

Jiang Chengjia smiled, "Mother, it's not your fault. Your husband is not impure, he is just not with him and is very lonely. I don't blame him or you, you don't need to apologize to me."

Cao Xiu sighed, feeling sorry for Jiang Chengjia, and being upset that she did not stop Ning Nanyou from making such a big mistake. If this child could meet Zhaoyuan in a good time, he would definitely be his good partner. But now it may not be.

Although she was a woman, she knew the affairs of the court clearly because Ning Zheng knew about Ning Nanyou. She even forced Ning Nanyou to be enemies with Ning Zheng, and beat and insulted him. During the seven years when she was dark and gloomy and dirty, she tortured herself and Ning Nanyou almost every day.

Cao did not like Jiang Chengjia at first, and even thought that her appearance was to remind herself that Ning Nanyou almost repeated the same mistakes. Like Ning Zheng's methods of treating her back then, she used extremely despicable means to get Jiang Chengjia. She should have prevented all this from happening, but because of herself, Ning Nanyou became the same person as Ning Zheng.

She is ashamed of Cen Sheng, who is under the sacred spring, and ashamed of the loyal and martyrs of the Cao family for generations.

She looked at the girl in front of her and felt more and more guilty, so she said softly, "It's better if you don't complain."

"A Luo would like to listen to her mother telling about the past?" Cao took her little hand, put it in the palm of her hand, and whispered.

Jiang Chengjia nodded and said obediently, "Mother says it, Aluo listens."

Cao Xiu sighed and spoke about Ning Nanyou's past, "When I was young, I had just given birth to Zhao'er for only two years. He was extremely talented and could already read some words at the age of two. It was the earliest brothers of the Huai Palace, but his father was extremely disliked by me. At the age of three, he angered his father for a naive childish remark. At such a young age, he was scolded and beaten. At that time, Zhao'er was only three years old.

I cried so much that I was so painful that when I was sent back to my room by the mother and son, I was covered in injuries. If it were the child next to me, I would have cried bitterly in my mother's arms. I was so sorry that he didn't say a word to avoid worrying me, as if I knew I would feel heartbroken when I knew that he would be beaten. At that young age, I learned to endure the pain. His tolerance and his indifference were all because of me. The reason why he had a stern face from morning to night was also because of me.

Aluo, my mother regretted it very much. She didn't give him any care when she was young. She treated him a little bit older and alienated him. She treated him very badly. I was in pain. I wanted to get close to him, but I always remembered my own mistakes, but I dared not apologize to him easily. Until you appeared, Aluo, I saw him change a little bit, Biyun said to me, when Zhao'er was with you, there was a smile on her face. He was cold and snow all year round, and no one was allowed to get close to you, but when he was with you, he showed a relaxed expression. It can be seen that he treats you differently. Now, I am glad that Zhao'er can marry you. But I am also worried, worried that one day you abandoned him because of his sometimes good and sometimes bad temper and strange and unpredictable temper."

Cao Xiu stared at her sincerely, and her words were full of sincerity. Over the years, she had never been as scared as yesterday. Although she was often unconscious, she knew what she was obsessed with. But yesterday when she saw the waves of assassins rushing towards Ning Nanyou, she was indeed deeply afraid. She still missed and felt ashamed of Ning Nanyou.

Jiang Chengjia held Cao Xiu's hands, looked at her firmly and vigorously with her eyes, and said in an extremely affirmative tone, "Don't worry, my son will not be such a person. My son yearns for a lifetime. Since he has determined that he is like him, he will never leave him. No matter what happens in the future, he will never give up."

There was a light shining in her dark eyes, which was full of attachment to him. Only then did Cao realize that this girl had planted a love root for Zhaoyuan.

At this time, Ning Nanyou, who was standing outside the house, heard the words of her two people in his ears without saying a word. A layer of wetness was inexplicably dyed in front of his dark and deep eyes, which made him slightly slow to his eyes. He listened to Cao's words, and the pain that had been deposited in his heart for many years seemed to slowly emanate from the inside out, making him feel sad and bitter, and unbearable.

It is not easy to find someone who understands him in this world. It is not easy to hear his mother say this from the bottom of her heart.
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