Ying Xing didn't know what was going on, he also wanted to cry a little, flattened his mouth, and tears began to roll in his eyes.

The mother and daughter went to the house hand in hand to talk, he was still standing outside the hut, kicking the stones under his feet, and no one cared about him, after a long time, the wooden door opened from the inside, Kunjiao brought the food that had been burned with the fan into the house, and turned back to greet him to eat.

Ying Xing looked at the empty room, saluted the mother and daughter who were immersed in the joy of reunion, and consciously sat down on the side of the long table, picking up the bowl to eat.

"Mother, this is Ying Xing, your grandson." As soon as Yuan Lingjun mentioned Ying Xing, Ying Xing immediately looked at the two of them with wide eyes.

"It's all so big, they look good, and they look like you the most." Mrs. Mulan looked at it carefully, nodded, rubbed the round horns of Ying Xing's hair, and her tone was full of love.

In fact, she had already learned about Ying Xing's existence from the mouth of the fan, and she also knew that he was born to Yuan Lingjun and the son of the Fan family, but she didn't mind because of her blood, even if she hated Fan Jiang.

Yuan Lingjun shaved the food and smiled warmly, "Mother is also a person with children and grandchildren around her knees, when the child takes you back to the palace, you don't have to suffer any more, and the child and Qu Yi will honor you and your father." ”

"Well, Mother believes in you."

"Mother......" Yuan Lingjun's eyes were sore, and he was so sad that he couldn't speak.

Seeing her daughter crying, Mrs. Mulan also tucked the corners of her eyes, "Mother understands that in the face of today's situation, it is really not suitable to return to the palace, Lingjun, mother will wait, waiting for you to pick me up." ”

Yuan Lingjun choked and buried her head in the rice, and Mrs. Mulan was happy to see that she was eating well, and kept adding vegetables to her bowl until the bowl was piled up into a hill.

Yuan Lingjun stared at the spiky meal, tears completely lost her eyes, Mrs. Mulan wiped her dry with a slightly rough sleeve, Yuan Lingjun sneered, although it was a little stinging, she liked it very much, probably, she had never felt this way, there was a feeling of mother's care, whether it was Feng Shuyuan or Fan Jiang, she had never experienced it at all.

She couldn't help but throw herself into her mother's arms and coquettishly, "Mother, I'll sleep with you tonight." ”

Lying with her mother, snuggling in her mother's warm embrace, this is something she never dared to think. It turns out that she can also have such a day, and she can play like a child in front of her mother.

In the mountains, there are insects chirping, gurgling water, and stars in the sky.

Yuan Lingjun snuggled on her mother's chest, caressing her lower abdomen, which had obviously bulged, and the child in her belly had been unusually quiet recently, as if she was giving her more time with her mother.

"Mother, I used to be a little paranoid, always thinking about having Qu Yi's child, and in the future I will appoint him as the prince, inherit the unification, and give him the best, but after Ying Xing's incident, I really understand that I don't expect him to take on heavy responsibilities, I just hope that he can grow up safely and healthily, and it's good."

"Lingjun, my mother has experienced too many palace turmoil, and she also thought about escaping, but since she had you, her heart has become more and more bitter, and she often hesitates, your father has a deep affection for me, which is extremely rare among kings. I was born in a slightly cold background, and I am a slave, it is a blessing to be able to be white-headed with the person I like, and I am willing to be in the same boat with him no matter how hard it is in the future, because of this kind of affection, your father made a wish early, promised that I would give you a good horse when I became an adult, and I also promised him that I would allow you to go to Beigong Mountain in the future. ”

Mrs. Mulan is sincere and has a friendship with Emperor Taishang, which shows that she had to leave at that time. Yuan Lingjun burst into tears, "Father Jun has long been suspicious of my background, when I was young, he gave me a jade-topped black horse, and did everything possible to drive me away from Lin'an. But mother, why did you go to Beigong Mountain, at that time, I was looking for a fan to solve the mystery, and I wanted to go there several times. ”

"Most of the people who can go to Beigong Mountain are candidates for the prince, and I casually responded to it in order to perfunctory your father at that time. He has too many last resorts, and he always thinks that he feels guilty about me, so he wants to give you the best, but for him, the best is the throne. Madame Mulan sighed and stared at the candle wick that was about to burn out, "The people who are emperors are too bitter. Unexpectedly, you are still on this path. ”

Yuan Lingjun's heart was shaken, knowing everything her father had done for her, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed of her young and ignorant self.

"Don't work too hard, your father is young and wastes government affairs, and has to put more energy into rectifying the dynasty, and your mother doesn't want you to work hard." Madame Mulan stroked her forehead, fingertips resting on a strand of silver on her shoulder.

"In the years when Qu Yi left, the child was torn between Fan Guifei and the ministers, and he was somewhat powerless, and he couldn't help but feel impatient." Yuan Lingjun pulled his hair out and burrowed into Mrs. Mulan's arms.

If Fan Jiang knew that the emperor was not in Beijing, he would inevitably give birth to heresy, and on the morning of the third day, Yuan Lingjun had to bid farewell to his mother and return to Beijing.

Holding a fan, he helped Mrs. Mulan to take her outside the courtyard.

"Mother, the child has been out of school for many days, and he has to go, and the child will come to visit his mother in a few days." She knelt down and kowtowed three times to Mrs. Mulan.

Mrs. Mulan lifted her up, "Lingjun, come early, if you are not physically well, don't come again, mother will know enough when she sees you." ”

"Lingjun will come." Yuan Lingjun arched his sleeves deeply, retreated to the steps, stared deeply at his mother's aging face, and walked down the mountain with his clothes.

She left Fu Piao and the palace people in the Big Buddha Temple, and every day Fu Piao would send letters into the palace, and Yuan Lingjun only dared to rest assured that he knew his mother's recent situation through letters.

Coming back from the Big Buddha Temple, the fetus was gradually stabilized, Yuan Ling had already entered the court to listen to the government, and the chapter was dealt with, but she still insisted on reviewing it.

However, Ying Xing's performance has been a little strange recently, listening to Kunjiao say that he often walks around outside the Pingshan Palace, and he wants to come in but doesn't dare to enter, probably he has something to say. Yuan Lingjun didn't understand what he was thinking, after all, he still didn't want to talk to him, and forcing him would only backfire.

Before Yan had eaten that day, Yuan Lingjun and Qu Yi came back from Shangshutai, and met Ying Xing standing under the porch, and saw her Ying Xing holding his sleeves and saluting.

"Have you read your books after school?" Yuan Lingjun asked.

"It's warm."

Yuan Lingjun smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, "If you don't understand something, please ask your cousin." After speaking, she didn't see any reaction from Ying Xing, she walked towards the hall.

"Your Majesty." Ying Xing shouted.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Lingjun stopped and looked back at him.

Ying Xing wanted to speak and stopped.

In the hall, Kunjiao had already served the meal, Qu Yi was busy dealing with court affairs on the side, and Yuan Lingjun asked him to sit down on the Yin seat next to him, "Come and eat together, you must be hungry too." ”

Kunjiao brought a food table to Ying Xing and handed over a pair of chopsticks, although Ying Xing had eaten, he didn't use much after a meal.

After the meal, Qu Yi continued to review the folds, while Yuan Lingjun drank the hard-won fruit syrup slowly and methodically, and Ying Xing, who had nothing to do, was embarrassed and moved around on the banquet.

"What are you trying to say to me?" Yuan Lingjun paid attention to the whole process and was curious about it.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. He quickly stood up and bowed to Yuan Lingjun, "The minister said goodbye first." ”

Yuan Lingjun almost bit the wall of his lip, looked at Ying Xing, and set off a wave in his heart.

Ying Xing suddenly turned around and shouted at her, "Mother! ”

Yuan Lingjun really bit it this time, and the fishy smell spread in her mouth, but she didn't feel pain at all. Did he call his mother?

Waiting for Ying Xing to go out, Qu Yi put down the fold in his hand, in fact, he didn't look at it all the time, but kept waiting for Ying Xing to speak, I really didn't expect that this young child was surprising.

"He's a little awkward, he's a thin-skinned child."

"Huh?" Yuan Ling was at a loss.

Qu Yi smiled but didn't answer, reached out and stroked her bulging belly, and the fetus suddenly kicked in his palm. (To be continued.) )