"Hongu is tired and doesn't want to take any chances." Fei Xiaolian sighed, her expression was full of exhaustion, and in this moment, this peerless woman seemed to be old in an instant.

"But I don't think Niang Niang should be such a fateful person." Chen Qiuniang said. She decided that if she grew up in her time and space, she would never be trapped in a patio and spend this life.

Fei Xiaolian just glanced at her and asked with interest, "What kind of person does that girl think this palace is?" ”

"Three years ago, I was still young and had the privilege of going to the Shu Palace. happened to live in Niangniang's former residence, and lived there for some time, because she was trapped in a courtyard, she was bored, so she had to do disrespectful things, and privately looked through the Mobao classics left by Niangniang-" Chen Qiuniang said this, and went to see Fei Xiaopian's expression.

Fei Xiaolian said "oh" with a calm expression and said, "Why is it disrespectful? The palace of the king of Shu is in the past, and the courtyard on that side has long fallen, and those classics can still be there after so many years, which is also unexpected by the palace. ”

"There is no way in the world, but when many people walk, it becomes a road. Niangniang's words reminded me of a person in my hometown. Chen Qiuniang threw out the sentence she saw from Fei Xiaolian's handwriting.

"Really?" Fei Xiaolian looked at her with a calm brow.

"Yes. In my hometown, there is a very famous poet named Lu Xun, who once said the same thing as Niangniang. Of course, there is also a man named Hans Christian Andersen, who tells a lot of legendary stories similar to those told by Niangniang. In addition, there is also a person named Jiang Jie who wrote a poem "Poppy Beauty. Listen to the rain" Chen Qiuniang said while observing Fei Xiaolian's expression, and finally saw a little surprise on her calm face.

"Poppy. Listen to the Rain? People from your hometown? Fei Xiaolian's voice was not as calm as before, but it was not as surprised as Chen Qiuniang expected.

Chen Qiuniang admired that Fei Xiaolian was also a character, and she was smart, so she nodded yes, and then recited aloud: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim." Listen to the rain in the middle of the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars. Joys and sorrows are always love, one step forward, bit by bit until dawn. "You, you, who the hell are you?" Fei Xiaolian's face changed greatly, and she looked at Chen Qiuniang carefully and asked excitedly.

"Does the mother know this poem too?" Chen Qiuniang asked calmly.

"Qingmei, where is Qingmei? She's alive? Fei Xiaolian didn't answer her, but asked such a strange question.

Chen Qiuniang shook her head and asked, "Who is Qingmei?" ”

"Since you are the adopted granddaughter of the Chen Liu clan, you can't be from that place. You must have seen a green plum, right? Fei Xiaolian completely ignored the question raised by Chen Qiuniang, and excitedly threw out another question.

"I don't know any green plums. Niangniang, who is Qingmei? Chen Qiuniang patiently asked again.

"You don't know Qingmei, how do you know this poem? Are you a dog thief? Fei Xiaolian's eyes instantly became extremely fierce, and she looked at her viciously.

Chen Qiuniang knew that Fei Xiaolian's so-called dog thief was referring to Zhao Guangyi, who personally used a cup of opportunity to destroy Meng Chang, of course, a few years later, he would also use the friendship between Zhao Guangmei and Li Yu to destroy Li Yu with a cup of poisonous wine.

"Mother, I misunderstood, I have nothing to do with any dog thieves." She said.

"Oh, Qingmei is dead, in this world, the only people who know this poem are me and the dog thief, and if you don't know Qingmei, you are the dog thief." Fei Xiaopian said angrily.

Chen Qiuniang only now understands a little, that traverser is not Mrs. Hua Rui, but the one named Qingmei. It's just that who is this green plum, and where is it now? Looking at Fei Xiaolian's current situation, there is no way to talk and ask anything. Therefore, Chen Qiuniang stopped talking, only took out the makeup remover potion from her waist bag, took off the human skin mask on her face, and applied the skin care ointment, and then slowly turned around and looked at Fei Xiaolian.

Fei Xiaolian was so frightened that she took two steps back, pointed at her and said: "You, you, you don't want to bewitch this palace, don't say that this palace doesn't know the Meng family's treasures, even if you know, you won't, I won't tell you." ”

"Mother, sober up. I don't have anything to do with Zhao. She sighed.

Fei Xiaolian also seemed to think that she had a token from the patriarch's wife of the Zhang clan, and it was impossible for her to be the lackey of the Zhao family. After all, the Zhang family is such a high-end and wonderful existence, even when Meng Chang, the king of Shu, was alive, he often said that if the Zhang family wanted this world, it would be meaningless to be afraid that the heroes would compete with each other, and they would be robbed by their gangs.

Yes, how could such filthy things as the Zhao clan control the people of the Zhang clan to work for them? What's more, it was the patriarch's wife of the Zhang clan, the woman chosen by the heroic young man.

At this time, Fei Xiaolian thought that the young man she saw that night was just a little boy, but it had already made Fei Xiaolian faintly feel that he had the posture of a dragon. How could the woman that such a young man fancied be Zhao's lackey.

So, is the woman in front of you really her daughter?

Her heart ebbed and flowed, but finally calmed down, and her mind, which had been lost in excitement and anger, gradually cleared up. She regained her composure, looked at Chen Qiuniang carefully, and asked, "Since you don't know Qingmei, how can you know this poem." ”

"Three years ago, I went into the mountains to dig wild vegetables and was bitten by a poisonous snake and died. In the midst of extreme pain, there were clouds and mist in the forest, and a woman in white came out and said, 'Since your fate is here, you can't let it live in confusion, so you can travel with my fairy town, and you can know where your hometown is', and then, the woman in white summoned a huge white crane, and crossed the clouds and mist with me, and finally arrived at a place-" Chen Qiuniang said this, and paused. She had already determined that the woman in front of her was not a traverser, and there had to be an explanation for what she had just said, she couldn't say that she was a traverser, and she couldn't let Fei Xiaolian suspect that she had bad intentions and was a member of the Zhao brothers. So, she made up a plausible story. She made it up here, and was thinking about how to describe that blessed land, but Fei Xiaolian couldn't wait to ask, "What kind of place is that place?" ”

"The clothes of men and women are different from this place, high-rise buildings abound, towering into the sky, looking up at the sky, and not seeing the top. The town is prosperous, there is no war, men, women and children are at ease, it is simply a fairy town. The woman in white said that she was my friend, and that I should have enjoyed myself here, but I had no choice but to survive the catastrophe. But in the future, I was afraid that I would not be able to survive for a while and would not be able to return to my hometown, so he used this extremely dangerous calamity to bring me back to my hometown and clear my soul in order to deal with the dangers and disasters I encountered in the future. I spent a few days in that fairy town and read a lot of classics and poems. One day, while I was reading a copy of Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales, the woman in white hurriedly came in and picked me up and said, 'Go back.' If you don't go, this corpse will be buried in the ground, and this catastrophe will not pass', and threw me into a huge crystal coffin, and I only felt like a cloud of mist, and then I woke up. Chen Qiuniang said slowly, and couldn't help but think of her hometown.

"Ah, you are a coincidence, quite a fairy root. No wonder a few years ago, every time I saw the New Year, you were just wooden, and then I heard that you were strategizing and won the favor of the patriarch of the Zhang clan, I still wondered if you were still not you, but I didn't want you to have this opportunity. Fei Xiaolian was very surprised, and there were tears in her eyes.

This must be the expression of all parents when they see their children having a good life. She looked at the tears in Fei Xiaolian's eyes, and she also felt sad and moved, so she lowered her eyes, couldn't help but count her nose, and whispered: "Wang Quanbin's dog thief caught me, wanted to find the treasure of the Shu Palace, and imprisoned me in your palace. At that time, I thought that you are from the same hometown as me, and when I see you one day, I will definitely ask you. Unexpectedly, it made you misunderstood. ”

"That's what happened." Fei Xiaolian sighed, then walked over and took her hand and looked at her carefully.

"Mother." Chen Qiuniang was embarrassed, so she shouted.

Fei Xiaolian suddenly pulled her clothes, revealing a large piece of her breasts. Chen Qiuniang was startled, hurriedly pushed her away, frowned and shouted sternly: "Niangniang." ”

Fei Xiaolian didn't speak, just tears flowed down her eyes, pursed her lips and whimpered: "Child, you are my child." Over the years, you have suffered. ”

Only then did Chen Qiuniang see the mole on her chest, and understood that Fei Xiaolian had just looked at this mole to confirm her identity.

"I, I'm doing well, you, don't cry." Chen Qiuniang didn't know how to comfort Fei Xiaolian, she was able to speak well, and in the face of a great mother, she only felt that any language was pale. And the mother did not know that her real child was no longer in this world, and that what stood in front of her was only her daughter's body, a soul of another time and space.

Thinking of the impermanence of life, thinking of her mother who had never seen her, Chen Qiuniang also felt very sad, her nose was so sore, and the tears were pouring down, and she couldn't stop it.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Fei Xiaolian hugged her into her arms and shouted to Chen Qiuniang not to cry, but she couldn't hold back her tears.

Mother and daughter hugged and cried with each other. But after all, these two women are not ordinary people, and after a short period of excitement, they immediately calmed down and recounted to each other what had happened over the years.

Of course, most of this kind of narrative is Fei Xiaolian asking, and Chen Qiuniang is answering. As a mother, Fei Xiaolian basically asks about trivial matters in life and the Chen family. Chen Qiuniang has always avoided the important and trivialized, and did not tell her about the misfortunes of these years. She didn't want the hard-working woman to feel guilty. Instead, she talked a lot about what was fun in the countryside, how to make good food, and how to cook good food.

Fei Xiaolian listened to it with relish, and sighed that it was not in vain that she had worked hard to get her out of the cage.

Chen Qiuniang thought that at the beginning, this woman must have learned about the end of Shu from the person named Qingmei, so she thought about the future of the child in her womb, so she racked her brains to keep her away from the palace. Even if Chen Qiuniang's life is not good, it is much better than being killed as soon as she is born, or being reduced to a slave and locked up in this Bianjing City.

Chen Qiuniang's heart was agitated, and she was sadly moved, so she took the initiative to lean on her shoulder and shouted in a low voice: "Mother." ”

"Hey." Fei Xiaolian agreed crisply, with a thick nasal voice in her words, and Chen Qiuniang felt hot tears rolling down her neck.

"Thank you, you suffered." At this moment, Chen Qiuniang felt that she was not Jiang Yun, she was Chen Qiuniang, the princess of the dead country, and the suffering woman in front of her was her mother. R1152