When Yu Wenqian brought a bowl of hot red date and white fungus soup to the room, Xiaoru had already walked out of the bamboo house. At this time, she was standing in front of the stream where Yu Wenqian often stood.
What is this stream called? Is it Huansha Creek? It should be, Xiaorou said it before. But she couldn't remember clearly.
Thinking back to that time, I thought that as long as I lived in peace and contentment, I could go back after living this life, but what about now? I wonder how many more conflicts she will be involved in
"Xiaoru." Yu Wenqian saw Xiaoru standing there alone from the window and went out.
Xiaoru turned back and smiled at him, and Yu Wenqian stopped and watched Xiaoru approach him step by step.
Yu Wenxiang is also approaching Aunt Zhou step by step. He really didn't want to ask anything out of her mouth.
"Let's have a sip of porridge." Yu Wenqian took Xiaoru's hand and returned to the bamboo house.
"How are you these days, wet nurse?" Yu Wenxiang smiled with a smile on his face. He was so angry last time that he still knew the purpose of his visit. But this time, he was not angry and even looked gentle.
Those people who are clearly angry but still smiling are definitely planning to take action against you. Letting the enemy face the unknown is the best weapon to defeat the enemy.
"My lord, why are you here?" Aunt Zhou curtsied and bowed her head before she dared to look at him carefully.
There was no anger or calculation on his face. Aunt Zhou thought maybe she had thought too much, and there was no way he would know how to enter the dungeon under Ning Xintang's study.
"I heard that the wet nurse was sick two days ago, and I asked Dr. Guo to prescribe medicine. I have been busy these two days, and I only have time to visit the old man today." Yu Wenxiang stepped forward and helped Aunt Zhou up.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I'm much better now." Yu Wenxiang took Aunt Zhou to a chair and sat down, and he suddenly knelt down in front of Aunt Zhou.
Yu Wenxiang picked up the tea bowl on the table and handed it to Aunt Zhou with both hands. How could she bear this? Aunt Zhou wanted to stand up in panic.
"Nanny, just drink it. I want to thank you for raising me all these years." Yu Wenxiang held the tea with one hand and held Aunt Zhou down with the other. Fortunately, Yu Wenxiang is tall enough and Aunt Zhou is not tall, otherwise it would still be difficult to hold her down.
"Then I'll drink it." Aunt Zhou said as if talking to herself. People can't stand compliments. When Yu Wenxiang said this, Aunt Zhou actually relaxed her guard.
"Nanny, I don't know what's going on. Every time I think about the past, I get a headache. The pain is unbearable. How did you protect me all these years? I'm very curious. How brave you were back then."
Yu Wenxiang's words were true. He didn't know that he had this feeling a few years ago, as if his previous life had been cut out of his life.
"I, alas, didn't mention it anymore. At least you can live well now." Aunt Zhou seemed to be unwilling to mention anything that happened before.
"Nanny, why don't you want to mention it? Is there something you can't tell me?" Yu Wenxiang's words raised Aunt Zhou's vigilance again. But Yu Wenxiang still had a smile on his face, and Aunt Zhou really couldn't figure out what he was going to do.
"The main reason is that those things are too difficult to talk about. There are so many things, I really don't know where to start. Besides..." Aunt Zhou suddenly stopped talking.
"Besides what?"
"It's nothing. It's time for the prince to go back and rest."
Yu Wenxiang knew that she wouldn't say anything more, so he went out and left. The setting sun shone on his shoulders, creating a soft halo of light.
Aunt Zhou stood in front of the door and watched him leave, this poor child.
(End of chapter)