Chapter 8 — Xuan Nuong Comes Home

"And Ly Xuan Nuong's son, don't you pay attention to us and him?" Tong Tram Chau calmly drank tea: "I have arranged the two children myself." While talking, a poisonous snake bit Bui Nhu Y's ankle. She was so scared that she screamed and hit her head until it was torn and bleeding. But her husband remained indifferent. More and more snakes crawled, the poison rose, and finally Bui Nhu Y lost all strength to struggle. The last look before his death was filled with resentment: "Tong Tram Chau, I will not forgive you, Ly Xuan Nuong will not!" Choang! Tong Tram Chau accidentally dropped the tea cup. Looking at the chaotic scene on the ground, he looked up at nothing and smiled warmly: "Xuan Nuong, don't rush, the next person is me." He burned Bui Nhu Y's body, and widely spread the story that Prime Minister Bui tolerated his daughter's assault, killing his cousin, and killing me. Prime Minister Bui was scolded by the emperor and sued Tong Tram Chau for murder. One month into the trial, the enemies of the Bui and Tong families took the opportunity to throw rocks into the well. Prime Minister Bui was dismissed and returned home, Tong Tram Chau was stripped of his title, and exiled three thousand miles. Tong Tram Chau personally deleted the eldest son from the family tree and let the Bui family take him away. Again, he used his previous efforts to ask the emperor to take Lam Nhi to Tu Au Vien established by the queen mother. Lam Nhi went to see Tong Tram Chau one last time. The father who once had great prosperity, now wears shackles on his body, decaying like a piece of dry grass on the ground. "Father, you clearly have a better way, why has it come to this?" That's right. There are too many tricks behind the scenes, letting Bui Nhu Y silently die, isn't that also a kind of revenge? But Tong Tram Chau couldn't wait any longer. "Lin Nhi, this is the justice I owe your mother." "Tomorrow is your last seven weeks, also the last day you regain your senses. I have many things to say to you..." Lam Nhi immediately widened her eyes: "Dad, do you want to follow mother?" Tong Tram Chau did not answer, just gently held Lam Nhi's hand: "I will bury your mother in the same place." Lam Nhi was stunned, then withdrew her hand: "Mother doesn't want to be with you, I won't bury anyone next to you!" The child's straightforward words once again broke Tong Tram Chau's heart. He stubbornly pretended to be an adult: "I've already made the arrangements, you said it doesn't count." Lam Nhi's tears fell, carrying calculations that did not belong to this age: "Dad, the Queen Mother loves me very much, and loves my mother too. As long as I beg her, she will not be able to bury her next to her." Tong Tram Chau's calmness suddenly collapsed, he panicked and wanted to catch his son, but because he had drank poison before, he fell down in pain. "Lin Nhi, don't separate me and your mother..." Tong Tram Chau crawled forward one step, Lam Nhi immediately. take a step back. Once alone in the lung, Tong Tram Chau no longer had any strength left, just looking helplessly at his son's young but cold and calm face. This child is like him, calm, rational, ruthless and merciless. Just like me, once you decide on a path, you absolutely will not turn back. He knelt down and bowed his head three times: "Father, the child is not filial. If you need, the child can let the aunt bury him with you, after all... my mother is just a substitute for the aunt." No... Not a substitute! Lam Nhi, the person I love from beginning to end is your mother! Tong Tram Chau opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He rolled his eyes, not closing his eyes. Ten years later, Lam Nhi, under the tutelage of the queen mother, passed the university entrance exam. The emperor praised his good literature and wanted to reward him. He knelt in the palace, bowed deeply: "Please, Your Majesty, allow my mother to be removed from the Tong family's ancestral grave and brought back to her hometown safely."

burial.” The Emperor prepares. While moving the grave, the cypress tree next to Tong Tram Chau's grave suddenly broke and fell, blocking the way. More than ten servants couldn't carry it. Lam Nhi supported Tong Tram Chau's tombstone and sighed in a low voice: "Father, mother wants to go home, please let me go." A wind blew and the cypress tree was finally carried out. That cracking and creaking sound was like a sob in the darkness. After another ten years, Lam Nhi began to accept students. But seeing the hometown of a student's parents, he crossed it out without thinking. "Master, this student's handwriting is very beautiful, it's a good preschool!" Also surnamed Tong, from the same clan as you." Lam Nhi waved her hand: "I don't accept." That is my father's son. There is a hatred between him and his parents, no matter how good the kindergarten is, he doesn't need it. Lam Nhi caressed the inkstone made from terracotta core, each old crack was a scar that had not faded over the years. "Mother, thank you very much for giving birth to me." The nostalgia transcended time, returning to the year he was eight years old. Because of the angry words spoken by his own mouth, he apologized over and over again.