Princess Xinyang came out of the palace and got into her carriage.
Yu Jin said beside her, "Princess, are you going to Suzaku Street?"
Princess Xinyang thought for a while and said, "Let's go to Bishui Hutong."
When the carriage arrived at Bishui Hu, Gu Jiaozheng and Xiao Heng were turning over the ground in the front yard. The two of them were doing well with their hoes, and they really looked like a couple from a farm.
Princess Xinyang walked over.
"Mother." Xiao Heng greeted her when he saw her.
Gu Jiao called out to the princess.
Princess Xinyang glanced at someone, not satisfied with the title.
Xiao Heng smiled and took Princess Xinyang's hand without a trace: "Why did you come here?"
"Don't bully your daughter-in-law!" Princess Xinyang glared at him, patted the back of his hand, and asked the two of them, "Has the queen mother come back?"
Xiao Heng looked at Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao said, "Come back, talk to Huangfuxian inside."
Princess Xinyang asked, "Do you all know about Ning'an?"
Gu Jiao nodded: "I just heard what my aunt said."
Princess Xinyang looked relieved: "Then it's nothing, I'll go back first."
"I'll take you." Xiao Heng said.
Princess Xinyang turned around and walked towards the door. Just a few steps away, she caught sight of the red tassel spear leaning against the bamboo to bask in the sun. She pulled the corner of her lips and said to Xiao Heng, "This yard is empty, play the flower spear twice to see."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Xiao Heng's face, and he held her arm and walked out: "My son, my son!"
Princess Xinyang glared at him angrily and amusingly, and got on the carriage back.
Holding the hoe, Gu Jiao looked at the closed Westinghouse window and asked, "Do you think my aunt will tell him everything?"
Xiao Heng's eyes also fell on the closed window and said, "Yes."
Gu Jiao thought for a while: "Aren't you afraid that he will be sad? He is still so young."
Children seem to be vulnerable.
"You are only three years older than him." Xiao Heng laughed and laughed, how old does this girl think she is
Xiao Heng said: "Two powers harm each other whichever is less. If you don't tell him, it is the saddest thing to let him live in a misunderstanding hated by his mother for the rest of his life."
Gu Jiao seemed to have sensed his emotions and had a little bit of understanding. She turned to look at him: "Remember what happened to yourself?"
"Um."
Xiao Heng did not deny it.
The most painful thing he experienced was not that he was not the child of Princess Xinyang, nor was he almost burned to death by the fire, but that he misunderstood Princess Xinyang's disgust and abandonment of him.
It was a kind of self-destruction.
Gu Jiao said, "Huangfu Xian said that after he was injured, his mother seemed to have changed her personality. Maybe since then she was no longer the real Ning'an. Do you think the concubine knows about Ning'an?"
Xiao Heng shook his head: "I don't know, some things will never be answered again."
It has been an hour since Empress Dowager Zhuang came out of the Westinghouse. She looked very tired, and there were red streaks in her eyes.
She staggered as she crossed the threshold.
Gu Jiao was sweeping the main room, and quickly stepped forward to support her: "Auntie!"
Empress Dowager Zhuang waved her hand: "It's okay, I'm old, I'll go back to the house and lie down for a while."
After that, she walked slowly to her hut.
Her bun was covered with silver threads, and her whole body was shrouded in great vicissitudes, and her back seemed to have a hint of hunchedness. In such a day's work, she seemed to have aged ten years.
She has lived a very hard life in her life. She has guarded the country of Zhao, the throne of His Majesty, and the glory of Zhuang's family.
The Ning An she wanted to see was never coming back.
Empress Dowager Zhuang slowly lay on her bed, there was no light in the room.
crunch —
The door was pushed open.
With another crunch, the door was closed.
A small figure ran to the bed and lay on the edge of the bed: "Auntie!"
Empress Dowager Zhuang said indifferently, "Why?"
Xiao Jingkong asked cutely, "Are you going to sleep?"
Empress Dowager Zhuang rolled her eyes: "No, I'm lying here to sprout."
Xiao Jingkong's eyes widened: "Oh, then let me give you some water?"
Empress Dowager Zhuang: "..."
Xiao Jingkong said again: "Auntie, you still owe me a candied fruit."
Empress Dowager Zhuang: "The jar is on the table, take it yourself."
Xiao Jingkong snorted: "Auntie, why aren't you being rude today?"
Mrs. Zhuang was expressionless: "You are very noisy today."
Xiao Jingkong tilted his head: "Then did I not make noise before?"
Empress Dowager Zhuang is going crazy, she just wants to be alone and sad for a while, why is this little monk always babbling
"time to eat-"
Gu Xiaoshun shouted loudly from the yard.
Xiao Jingkong grabbed Empress Dowager Zhuang's sleeve: "Auntie, let's go eat!"
"I do not want to eat."
"Grandpa made brown sugar glutinous rice cakes."
"In no mood… "
"I also made honey bean rolls."
"Do not… "
"And sugar water eggs."
Empress Dowager Zhuang darkened her face and swallowed.
Can you make me sad
Huangfuxian was a patient. As soon as he rested, Gu Jiao didn't wake him up. He heated millet porridge for him in the pot, and he could eat it when he woke up.
Unexpectedly, Huangfuxian still did not wake up until the night.
"Why isn't my brother awake yet?" Xiao Jingkong asked in confusion.
"I'll take a look." Gu Jiao probed Huangfuxian's pulse, and then touched his forehead. The pulse was normal and the body temperature was normal. "It's probably just asleep."
Huangfuxian was indeed asleep.
He had a dream that he was back when he was five years old.
The snow on the frontier was particularly heavy that year, and many people froze to death or starved to death at home.
Princess Ning'an took her and her servants and planned to go to Caishikou in Yecheng to cook porridge.
At the age of five, he ran over, hugged Princess Ning'an's leg, and said crisply, "Mother! Xian'er is going too!"
Princess Ning'an looked at the flying snow outside the house, touched his head gently, and said with a smile: "The snow is too heavy, Xian'er will freeze when she goes out, Xian'er will stay at home and wait for her mother to come back, okay? it is good?"
The five-year-old shook his head and said, "But my mother will freeze too!"
Princess Ning'an said softly, "Mother doesn't know, she wears a lot of clothes."
At the age of five, he raised his small chest: "Xian'er can also wear a lot of clothes!"
Princess Ning An laughed softly, took him into her arms, and kissed his little face and forehead: "My dear, mother will be back soon."
After that, Princess Ning'an put him down, put on a cloak and went out the door.
He chased to the door with a pair of short legs, but was stopped by the servants without incident.
He has dreamed of such a scene many times, and the next scene is that he pretends to take a nap, sneaks under the stool of the carriage he bought to hide, and follows the carriage out of the house smoothly.
It's just that he was young and didn't know that not all carriages would go to his mother's porridge shed.
The carriage stopped in an unfamiliar place.
It was getting dark at this time, the coachman went to work, and he got out of the carriage.
Unfamiliar streets, unfamiliar crowds, he became flustered.
He started calling out to mother.
He didn't know how long he had called and how long he had walked. The hesitation and helplessness of not being able to find his mother could wake him up from a nightmare every time.
This time is different.
He continued to roam the streets like a headless fly.
The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, he lost his direction, and unknowingly came to an open official road, with white snow on both sides, endless as far as the eye could see.
He was out of strength, he fell into the snow and couldn't get up again.
Just before he was about to lose consciousness, a gentle and anxious voice sounded above his head, and then he was picked up by a pair of gentle arms.
"Xian'er!"
Is the mother.
He opened his eyes weakly and saw a face full of tears.
"My mother finally found you!"
Princess Ning'an held him tightly in her arms.
He also wanted to hug his mother, but he was frozen.
Princess Ning An carried him on her back, and braved the icy wind and snow to walk forward with one foot and one foot.
Princess Ning An fell into the snow countless times, but got up again and again.
"Mother, I'm so cold."
Princess Ning'an took off the padded coat and covered him.
"So sleepy..." he muttered while lying on his mother's back.
Princess Ning'an panted and said, "Xian'er, don't sleep, my mother will take you home."
In the end she couldn't walk anymore, and she lay down in the icy snow.
He was lying on her back, and the snow fell one after another.
With her bare hands, she dug out a small hole in the snow under her body, until the flesh and blood of her fingers were blurred, and she could see the bones.
She also took off her jacket, wrapped him with the padded coat, and put him in carefully.
Immediately, she covered the snow pit with her weak and thin body, blocking the wind and snow for him.
The biting cold wind lingered on her body, and she gradually became stiff.
She said to him with the last strength: "Xian'er, to live..."
(End of this chapter)