Liu Suizhu is Han Lang's only ray of salvation in fear. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Her impression of Han Lang was so deep-rooted that when his reason began to waver, he refused to cooperate in his heart, and even replaced his mother's image in his dream.

What Han Lang dreamed of was not Shi Jiao'e, but Liu Suizhu.

In his dream, it was Liu Suizhu who patiently taught him to endorse, it was Liu Suizhu who gently accompanied him to eat, and it was Liu Suizhu who hugged him over and over again and grew up with him. Even, before his younger brother was born, he was everything a mother's mother, enjoying the maternal love that he had never had.

This dream not only did not make Han Lang sober, but made him more dependent on Liu Suizhu.

I have to say that sometimes the world is so helpless. You may have tried a hundredfold, but in the end, you will find that the final decision is not yours.

is like Shi Jiao'e, she can't straighten her son who has grown crooked.

After sending Han Lang away, she sat silently in her chair. Although he couldn't see anything on his face, his heart seemed to have set off a monstrous wave, beating wave after wave, and he couldn't calm down.

What is it like to be scolded by your son as a slut?

Shi Jiao'e didn't know how others were, but she was really uncomfortable. It was as if the heart and lungs had been torn apart, the five internal organs had been removed, the intestines had all been strangled, the entire chest and abdomen were bloody, and there was no place without pain.

The torment in my heart is worse than when I was captured.

She couldn't let go of it.

"Niangniang, it's time for you to rest, and you have to go to disaster relief tomorrow." Wanxi stepped forward to persuade.

Shi Jiao'e waved her hand, only feeling weak. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound. It's like a bottomless pit in my heart, constantly sinking, sinking......

"Mother, it's going to be fine." Wanxi persuaded again.

Shi Jiao'e waved her hand, and then closed her eyes tiredly. She felt a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart, and this powerlessness kept swirling in her mind, making her anxious and unable to sleep.

Her mother did not teach her how to let go in the face of her son's resentment and scolding. How can we not be angry, not resentful, not painful, not sad or happy?

If she can't do it, she can only linger.

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When Han Lang returned to Yuhua Palace, he immediately went to find Liu Suizhu, wanting his mother to hug him, just like in a dream. However, Liu Suizhu refused to see him at all, but just sent him away as soon as he had fallen asleep.

Han Lang's admiration was immediately poured with a basin of cold water, his little face suddenly dimmed, and he stared at Liu Suizhu's residence silently for a long time before he reluctantly turned around and left.

However, he had only walked a few steps when he heard his brother's cry.

Then there was the mother's voice. Full of impatience and angry reprimand, he asked his subordinates to take his younger brother away and send him back when he was coaxed. Such a sharp voice was completely inconsistent with what he remembered, and even the mother in his dream just now was completely different.

Han Lang frowned, but couldn't figure out why.

Early in the morning of the second day, after Han Lang hesitated for a while, he took the initiative to go to Zhengyang Hall to ask the queen for peace. However, after arriving at the Zhengyang Palace, he was told by Lady Cui that the queen had left the palace and went outside the city gate to comfort the victims.

"What about my sister? Is she in the palace? Han Lang asked without giving up.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he always thought that the queen mother would take him out of the palace today, and she would take herself to give porridge to the victims like yesterday. Therefore, when he heard that the queen was gone, he suddenly felt lost in his heart, as if he had been abandoned.

"Princess Xin'er and Niangniang are out of the palace together." Lady Cui lowered her eyes and lowered her eyebrows.

Han Lang's mood was even more lost, tears fell down the ground, and he felt extremely aggrieved.

The queen didn't take him, and even her sister didn't wait for him. He got up early in the morning, with all kinds of entanglements and hesitations in his heart, and finally ran here, wanting to follow them out of the palace.

But they didn't take him with them.

Han Lang raised his arm and wiped away his tears fiercely. He wanted to keep himself from being sad and sad for the bad guys, but he couldn't stop the tears.

He is a grievance, a very special grievance.

Even if he knew that the queen was a bad person, an enemy of his father and mother, and knew that he should not be close to the queen, and he should draw a line with the traitor sister, he just felt wronged.

He felt abandoned.

Especially when he learned that the queen was out of the palace, he felt that the world had become gray.

"When will they be back?" Han Lang still asked without giving up. He wanted to know, was the girl who was sent for treatment yesterday okay? Also, will the man who gave porridge to his son yesterday continue to be hungry today?

He had a lot of questions and a lot of things he wanted to do. He even hid a leftover flower roll from this morning's meal in his wide sleeve to bring to the father who was hungry yesterday.

It's a pity that these are all his wishful thinking.

"The slave doesn't know. However, when Niangniang was leaving, she said that the second prince was infected with a cold yesterday and wanted to stay in the palace to rest today. Niangniang also sent someone to cook the soup, and someone will send it to you when it is cooked in a while. Lady Cui still stood with her hands down, her head slightly bowed, and her face was expressionless.

"I don't drink her decoction, who knows if she will poison it!" Han Lang subconsciously retorted, his words were still extremely vicious, but surprisingly, his heart was not as angry as before.

On the contrary, when he heard that the queen didn't take him out of the palace because he was sick, he was still a little comforted, and the grievances in his heart dissipated a lot.

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Zhengyang Hall.

The emperor had just gone to the early dynasty, and a palace maid came to deliver the clothes that were washed.

This kind of thing originally only needed to be dealt with by the palace maid, and Liu Jianniang was not ready to come forward. However, I don't know what's going on, and suddenly there is an argument outside.

As the only master of Zhengyang Palace, she had to inquire about the situation.

"What's going on? You ......" Liu Jianniang came to the courtyard, and just wanted to ask what happened, she saw that the little palace maid who came to deliver clothes was wearing a purse embroidered by herself.

Her expression stiffened, her hands immediately trembled, and she swallowed back halfway through her words. She gasped and looked at the little palace maid in front of her, with a hint of horror in her eyes.

"You guys, you all go down first." Liu Jianniang pretended to be calm, waved her hand and sent the other subordinates away, leaving only her and the little palace maid.

"Who are you? How can this purse end up on you? Liu Jianniang asked with a trembling voice.

"Naturally, someone gave it to me. If you want to know the whereabouts of this person, please go to the Imperial Garden. ”

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