Shang Xuesleeve bit his hand fiercely, forcibly held back the howling and crying in his throat, bent down gently, and hugged the child into his arms again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She put another cotton robe over her body, and although her legs were so weak that she could barely stand up, she got off the kang and walked out of the door again.

Today is really a rare good weather in winter.

She crouched in the sunlight at the door, and every once in a while, she went to see if anyone was coming, or every once in a while, she went to knock on the door.

The sunlight gradually deflected from the place where she was basking to the west, and a somewhat dazzling golden light was cast on the palace wall on the east side.

Shang Xue's sleeves moved with the light a little dazedly, as if in this way, she and the child would always stay in such warmth.

Eventually, the sunset was about to sink from the western end of the palace wall, and finally, the last warm corner of the courtyard fell into the gloom of winter twilight.

The cold came, from the wall behind Shang Xue's sleeves, from the cold wind blowing from nowhere, and her embrace.

She stood in the courtyard in winter, feeling that there was no coldest, only colder and colder; There is no time for the most desperate, just that each next moment is more desperate than the last.

She seemed to be holding a warm child, but she clearly knew that in the hopeless waiting of this day, her child returned to her the only warmth he had...... Give it back to her.

Shang Xue was reluctant, no matter how cold it was, she couldn't bear it, she put her face on the child's face, she thought, will he warm up like this?

Her children, who have accompanied her for so many indescribable days and nights, will gently kick her belly as she gently hums every scene, making her less lonely.

Her tears never stopped, and she wiped the tears dripping on her little face in a little panic, and shook and coaxed softly: "It's not good for my mother, it's bad for my mother......"

Yes, it's her who is bad.

She wanted to keep her baby so much, so she lived in the cold palace until now, but why was she so afraid of death?

If she had revealed the news earlier, earlier, the emperor had not yet had a child, and perhaps she would have been allowed to give birth to this child.

Even if after birth, she, as a mother, will be given death, but her child will still live......

He is the blood of the emperor......

She is really willing to trade her life for her child to come back to life, this child she gave birth to with all her might, how he has not seen so many fun and beautiful things in this world......

Shang Xue squatted there, looking at the child in his arms with both eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "It's so cold outside, let's go back ......"

She wanted to get up, but her whole body was already cold as if every inch of her bones were frozen, and she rolled straight out.

She hurriedly turned sideways, one hand to protect the child in her arms, the other hand on the ground, suddenly worn a large layer of skin, knowing that it should hurt, but no longer felt pain.

Shang Xuesleeve struggled to support her body, she had also made very small clothes for the child, and she had to help him put them on...... But her knees seemed to be unable to bend, and she tried to stiffen a little bit to walk inside.

At this time, there was a noise outside, and she was frightened to cover the child in her arms, and tried to find something to cover her body, but when she was at a loss, the small window opened, and a food box was placed inside, but no one looked inside.

Shang Xuesleeve smiled, in fact, she is a person, this cold palace, no one has long been willing to pay attention.

At this time, a faint sound sounded outside, and it immediately dissipated with the night wind.

But it was still heard by Shang Xuesleeve.

"The emperor's eldest son is full moon, and it's really lively today."

There was darkness in front of her, almost unsteady on her feet.

Before the emperor sent her here, he only went to two places at night, Changchun Garden and Kunning Palace......

That's the Queen's child......

She suddenly laughed with the child in her arms, leaning back and out of breath as her body stiffened from the cold, her body shook strangely with laughter, and the figure in the moonlight stretched out a black, distorted, strange arc.

She laughed out of tears, remembering that on the lively, brightly lit, and brilliant stage, she once dressed as Su San, and sang with seven points of sorrow and three points of grievance, "His family of three is more harmonious"!

Yes, yes, that's the emperor's eldest son, the emperor's son-in-law, the emperor, he should value that child very much......

That's the "clean" woman he wants, the one he doesn't have the slightest suspicion......

Shang Xue's sleeves tightened the small swaddling clothes between her chest and abdomen, and said softly: "What does it matter, and the mother's ......?"

She left home when she was young, and now she can't even sing a ballad to coax children.

In the dark room, where last night's bloody breath had not yet dissipated, Shang Xuesleeve racked his brains to think, but he could only think of the "flower slap" in "Visiting Mother!" Hey! In the first month, the old lady wants to see the lotus lantern. ”

She laughed out of tears, and in that scene, Li Kui slapped him like a child in front of his mother, which was a big face......

She rubbed the baby's face very gently, and thought to herself: If such a beautiful little thing could grow up, would it grow into a beard and a big black and rough man?

Before you know it, it's a night.

She hummed the only ballad until her voice was hoarse, and the sun fell on the room again, and her eyes were stinging, but she could not shed any tears.

A day ago, her child was still breathing faintly on the kang in the cold, unpleasant smell of the room.

In less than a day, she thought, "Or may her child be wise enough to know such suffering in this world, and then be freed from the sea of suffering?"

She went down to the ground again, and the water she had brought in the night before had finally come in handy.

She dipped the cloth and gently wiped off the child's hands, feet, body, and face, and wiped off the remaining bloodstains, and every time she wiped it, she said to herself, so be it, it's good, otherwise, how can a living child resist such coldness?

Probably because he was a baby, he was still soft and small, and she didn't have much trouble putting on the very rough clothes she had made.

She hadn't done much needlework, so it didn't fit, and the stitches were messy, and she thought, what a bad luck boy he was...... met a mother like her.

She looked at the clean child, sniffled, and said with a smile: "Mother is going to clean up too." ”

The worm does not grow old

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