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He didn't say what he said, and Mrs. Han naturally knew it.

She took another sip of tea, slowly raised her eyes to look at her son, and asked with a smile, "Yueniang...... But the rest is gone? ”

Wu Minzhi nodded, and Mrs. Han asked again: "I don't know where you put her, child?" ”

Wu Minzhi naturally couldn't tell his mother that Yueniang lived in Pingkangfang.

He laughed, "Naturally...... Or Mochizuki Pavilion. ”

Mrs. Han handed the tea cup to her son and said with relief: "This is very good, my mother thinks so too." It was her dwelling, and now that she has returned, she should live there. ”

Seeing that his mother was very sober, Wu Minzhi was a little nervous, afraid that his mother would ask Yueniang how she came back from the dead and how he found her. Although he had always been cautious, when he came up with the idea, he had a good idea. But he couldn't bear to lie to his mother.

Fortunately, the mother seemed tired and didn't ask. She motioned for Wu Minzhi to set the pillow and asked him to help him lie down. She looked at the top of the tent, was stunned for a while, turned her head to Wu Minzhi and said tiredly: "Child, my mother is tired and wants to go to bed, you can also go and rest." ”

Wu Minzhi hesitated: "Mother......"

"Go ahead, my mother is fine, I'm just a little tired after talking for a long time." Mrs. Han urged.

Wu Minzhi folded the quilt for his mother and was about to get up, when Mrs. Han grabbed his hand.

"Child, when are you going to send Yueniang back to Luoyang?" Mrs. Han looked nervously at Wu Minzhi and asked.

Wu Minzhi glanced at his mother carefully, not sure whether his mother was awake or confused at this time.

Mrs. Han cried mournfully: "Mother knows that the emperor's order is difficult to disobey. However, Niang and Yueniang parted for two years, thinking that heaven and man would be separated forever, but I didn't expect God to have mercy and actually see each other. Mother is reluctant to be a moon mother. The mother begged the child to let Yueniang stay at home for a few more days. She was alone, lonely, and her mother was not at ease. ”

Wu Minzhi was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Mother, please rest assured, the child knows." ”

Mrs. Han closed her eyes and gasped for a long time, and then shed tears again.

"Child, because of what happened to Yueniang that day, my mother knows that you are complaining about your mother and aunt...... "saint...... He's complaining too, right? Who is this child, who is the saint, and can he complain about it? She didn't even think about it, let alone mention it.

Wu Minzhi's face changed, but he smiled and said, "Mother, you're tired, let's rest quickly." If there is anything to say, he will say it in a day. ”

Mrs. Han shook her head slowly: "These words are stuffy in my mother's heart, and if I don't say them, my mother will feel uncomfortable." She looked at her son and smiled miserably, and if she didn't say anything, maybe, she wouldn't have a chance to say it.

Wu Minzhi took one of Mrs. Han's hands and buried his face in her palm.

Mrs. Han stretched out her other hand and gently rubbed her son's head. She took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "Child, your aunt, no matter how powerful outsiders look at, but as your own family, you have to see clearly, she is just a queen, and everything she has is given by the saint." She let out a long sigh, "What can she do?" ”

Wu Minzhi was silent.

"On the same day, my mother brought Yueniang into the palace, of course, it was for you, you have become married, Yueniang is also an adult, and she is still by your side as if she was a child, in the end, it is not like. But the mother is also planning to ...... for the moon mother"

Mrs. Han regretted tears for a long time, thinking that she could find a good marriage for Yueniang among the princes of the same age, who knows, Yueniang actually entered the eyes of the saint.

For so many years, the saint has been a lover of her, although she is not the only favorite, but it can be regarded as a deep affection, where did she think of it, those affectionate words, but the emperor was happy for a while, and it should not be taken seriously.

It's ridiculous that she took it as an oath.

"It's my mother, I can't help your aunt first, Yueniang ......" Mrs. Han's cold hands trembled lightly under her son's face.

"Yueniang can't stand what your aunt said." He turned around his throat a few times, but he couldn't say anything.

For the sake of her son, she can ignore her reputation, but how innocent is her daughter?

That year, my daughter had just reached the end of her life, and she was at the age of innocence.

For countless dark nights, she tossed and turned in bed, remembering her own time.

In the hearts of fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, what is the point of power and wealth? What I want is a young man who knows the cold and the heat in Yushu and knows the wind and never gives up all his life.

Has her daughter ever had the same longing for her future husband as she did back then?

The frail and sickly saint who is nearly half a hundred years old is really her ideal lover as her daughter said?

She didn't believe it, knowing that her daughter was trying to ease her heart, but she didn't dare to ask more.

"My mother is also a woman, and my mother knows that your aunt's heart is also bitter." Mrs. Korea looked at her son with tears in her eyes. Seeing that her son did not show disapproval as usual, but thoughtfully, she felt a little relieved, but she didn't dare to show it.

"I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated. Child, what woman didn't have such a wish in the first place? ”

The saint is the Son of Heaven, and the world of the Tang Dynasty is his. Whoever he fancies, whose blessing is it, and he doesn't have time to be happy?

How can you blame him?

Besides, he treats her and Yueniang as sincere, but the emperor's sincerity is not as good as ordinary people.

If you want to complain, just complain about this creation and make people.

"Son, you help your mother up." Mrs. Korea struggled to sit up.

She asked Wu Minzhi to help her walk outside the door.

"Sure enough, there is a moon ......" She leaned on Wu Minzhi's body, Wu Minzhi only felt that her body was light and fluttering, without a trace of weight, "Mother remembers that when Yueniang was born, the moon in the sky was round. “

At this time, most of the moon hid in the clouds, revealing only a crooked hook.

She turned back to Wu Minzhi and smiled: "Like a child, your smiling eyes when you were young." “

Wu Minzhi began to do so.

"Mother, you're tired, go back to your room and lie down." Without waiting for Mrs. Han to answer, he forcibly took her back to the room, helped her to lie down, and carefully folded the quilt for her.

When Wu Minzhi was doing these things, Mrs. Han kept looking at him for a moment.

The child's expression was very solemn, she naturally knew the reason, she just didn't know.

She remembered that the child used to laugh the most, and when she smiled, her eyebrows and eyes bent into a crescent moon, lined with a rosy little mouth with missing front teeth, which was really cute. She couldn't help but hold his face and kiss him twice.

Her lips were pressed against the child's face, and the child's little arms were limp around her neck, and the warm breath rushed to her face......

Mrs. Han couldn't help but smile slightly.

I remember that at that time, she liked to bite the tip of the child's cool nose the most, the child's eyes were slightly closed, not hiding or letting go, and the expression on her face was very enjoyable.

There is also Yueniang...... Thinking of her daughter, Mrs. Han tilted her head and wiped the tears on her cheeks on the pillow.