Zhou Guogong, the white-clothed man who was called Wulang by Chun Erniang, was lying on the spacious and gorgeous carriage with his eyes closed at the moment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The glass wind lamps hanging on the four walls of the carriage swayed gently as the carriage moved. Under the flickering candlelight, his face looked cloudy.

He felt like he was dreaming.

A long, long dream, many people and things from the past come flooding back. However, it was blurry and could not be seen clearly.

He opened his eyes wide in the dream, trying to see what was going on, but was awakened by Lu Yuan's voice: "Ah Lang, I'm home." ”

The carriage had entered the gate of the Prince's Mansion and stopped outside the stables in the outer courtyard. Hearing the movement, Fusheng, who was in charge of the stables, hurriedly put on his coat and hurriedly greeted him.

Fusheng thought that he didn't expect Zhou Guogong to come back so late, and he had already fallen asleep, looking sleepy-eyed. When he saw the person clearly, he was busy making amends, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Zhou Guogong say "it's okay".

Zhou Guogong got out of the car, and with a sweep of his eyes, he was attracted by a gorgeous carriage parked in the stable. He stood there and looked at the carriage for a long time.

Seeing that Zhou Guogong kept looking at the carriage, Fusheng hurriedly smiled and explained: "Returning to China, Madame will come at noon." Because the lady had ordered him not to leave the house today, the old slave saw that the hour was not early, so he rested. ”

Zhou Guogong said "oh" lightly, and saw a figure flashing in the second room, it was Steward Yang who heard the news from the concierge and hurriedly greeted him. Steward Yang is an old man in the house, and he has always been steady, and he is still waiting in the middle of the night, and he is in such a hurry, although it is not the first time, but there are not many times.

Steward Yang was neatly dressed, his hair was tied up in a mess, and it was obvious that he had been waiting for him, and he had not slept at all.

Zhou Guogong frowned slightly, and asked lightly: "What's the matter?" ”

Steward Yang bowed down and said, "Da Lang is back, Mrs. is in Da Lang's room, and she has been waiting for Da Lang for a long time." ”

Zhou Guogong looked up at the night sky, the moon was already in the west, the hour was really early, and his brows couldn't help frowning even tighter.

Steward Yang hurriedly explained: "The old slave told Mrs. early in the morning that Da Lang has something important to go out, and according to the past practice, he should not return to the house today, let Mrs. rest first." But Madame, she ......"

Zhou Guogong waved his hand to stop Steward Yang's words.

His mother, Su Ri looks docile, but willful, who can help her? He still can't take her, let alone Yang is in charge of a servant?

It's just like this when you're young, and at such an age, you're still so ignorant of the importance of your body, and you don't take your body seriously. Is...... I don't know what to say.

Steward Yang accompanied Zhou Guogong to the second gate, walked through the inner courtyard, climbed the stairs, and stopped when he reached the hall. There were already two maidservants waiting there with the lamp, and the two led Zhou Guogong to walk less than two steps, thinking that they were walking too slowly, he snatched the lantern in the hand of one of the maidservants, and asked them to wait in place, and one person left first.

Zhou Guogong entered the house through the hall and hurried into the courtyard where he lived along the cloister. The night watchwoman hurried up to meet her, and was about to salute when he waved her hand and told her to retreat.

He looked at his bedroom from afar, which should have been pitch black, but now it was dim light.

A strange feeling rose in my heart, and my pace couldn't help but slow down.

Outside the bedroom, several maids were respectfully served, all of whom lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to come out. Zhou Guogong swept his eyes and found that except for the Yang family, who was the old man in the mansion, the others were all young palace maids brought by his mother from the palace. His hand holding the lantern couldn't help but tighten.

When the palace maid saw him walk in, although her expression did not change, she was relieved. Several people saluted him silently, and one of them, cleverly, stepped forward to take the lantern in his hand.

Zhou Guogong's gaze stayed on several palace maids for a while, then turned his head and asked Yang quietly: "Madame, but you came from the palace?" ”

Yang also replied quietly: "Hui Dalang, yes." The lady refused to go back to the room to rest, and had to wait for the big man to come back, and the old slave couldn't persuade him. ”

Zhou Guogong stepped into the house. I saw my mother leaning on the couch, supporting her forehead with one hand, and she had already fallen asleep.

He stood there and looked at his mother for a long time, his face expressionless, but his eyes uncertain.

His mother was already in her forties, but she looked no more than in her early thirties, and her features were so beautiful that they seemed to come out of a painting. She had one of his bedgowns in her hand, and slept soundly, until she opened her mouth slightly, and never closed it again, and her indescribably beautiful face added two points to her age...... Childish stupidity.

Zhou Guogong snorted coldly, looked at her for a while, but his expression gradually softened, and a smile that was so faint that he could barely see it in his originally indifferent eyes.

He stepped forward slowly, carefully trying to take out the bedgown from his mother's hand, and although the movement was light, his mother was suddenly awakened.

"Minzhi, child......" The mother was at first at a loss, and when she saw that it was her son standing in front of her, she sat up straight all of a sudden, and her eyes burst out with undisguised joy.

Her delicate "child" was full of emotion, but it made Zhou Guogong frown.

His mother, who is good at being a lady in the palace, doesn't know how to do it at all...... Mother.

Seeing that his mother was awake, Zhou Guogong was no longer polite, grabbed his bedclothes and threw them aside. It seems that something has been pricked on the hand, and it hurts.

He endured it and didn't show it. The mother was nervous, and with a sigh, she stood up and was about to grab his hand to inspect it: "The child's cuffs are torn, and my mother wants to help you mend it, but before the needle is removed, she fell asleep." Hurry up and let your mother take a look, but it's tied? ”

Zhou Guogong took two steps back, and the hand stretched out by his wife fell into the air. She looked at her hand in a daze, and then raised her eyes to look at her son, and a layer of sad mist gradually floated in her beautiful eyes.

"Child......" she cried out in a trembling voice, which made Zhou Guogong displeased, but the sadness in his eyes made his heart stagnate.

He was silent, straightened up, and said coldly, "There is Mrs. Lao." ”

The word "madam" came out of his mouth in such a cold tone, and his mother's face couldn't help but stiffen.

"If this garment is torn and thrown away, why should it be mended? No matter how well it is sewn, can it be restored to the original state? Where is there a lack of clothing in the house? A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What's more, how long has it been since the lady has been busy serving the couple in the palace?

"Throw?" His mother bent down to pick up the bedgown, which she had sewn for her son years earlier.

The son has always been a thrifty person, and he won't even wear the clothes he has been wet.

So, when she saw the folds of the cuffs, she was really moved.

In any case, the son has feelings for himself, his mother.

Otherwise, how could you be reluctant to throw away even an old piece of clothing from many years ago?

Unexpectedly, he said this.