Zhan Meixiang closed her eyes, the last pull in her heart was gone, and the hand holding the child tightened.

She still has loyal slaves and maids, sensible children, and dozens of people up and down the Zhan Mansion, because Dongfang Che likes the new and hates the old, she really wants to find death and life?

Dad also plugged the Great Wall as Dongfang Che, and took care of the great rivers and mountains for him.

Zhan Meixiang remembered that her father always liked to exercise in the open space of the house, and wore a finger tiger with both fists to prove that he was still as strong as before.

But Dad's sideburns are clearly white.

Thinking of this, Zhan Meixiang slowly opened her eyes again, patted Xuan'er, who was crying, turned her head to look at Yu'er, and nodded slightly to him: "Yu'er, come here." ”

Dongfang Yu is still young, but he has already shown a composure similar to his father's, although the little child's eyes are red, there is no trace of tears on his face.

At this time, hearing his mother call him, the five-year-old child walked steadily to Zhan Meixiang's couch, his little hand tightly grasped his mother's fingers, but he knelt down according to the etiquette and said, "Mother." ”

Touching Yu'er's hair, Zhan Meixiang smiled, her expression as gentle as ever: "...... Yu'er, grown up. ”

Listening to her mother's praise of herself, Dongfang Yu's eyes turned red, but her thin lips pursed tighter: "Thank you, mother." ”

Looking at the child's demeanor, Zhan Meixiang smiled slightly, and approvingly arranged her son's regular clothes: "Yu'er didn't cry, is it because she is not sad?" ”

"Back to my mother." Dongfang Yu tried his best to suppress it, and his immature voice was almost inaudible, "Yu'er doesn't cry because she is not sad, but there are more important things than crying." ”

"Say it again," Zhan Meixiang closed her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth smiled lightly, "Be louder, listen to a few of your sisters and big companions." ”

Dongfang Yu pursed his lips slightly, and his black and childish eyes were as solid as iron.

"Yes, mother."

Then he turned to face the servant and raised his chin slightly.

"I don't cry because there are more important things."

In the brightly lit hall, the sobbing gradually fell silent, and Lan'er and Zi'er, including the eldest companion who usually plays with Dongfang Yu, and even Xuan'er, who is a fellow mother, were secretly surprised and in awe of the changes in this prince.

The young concubine born of this queen is maturing at an immeasurable rate.

Holding the handmaid's hand and sitting up, Zhan Meixiang raised her hand and stroked her sideburns, and motioned to Lan'er: "Go and tell the small kitchen to make a bowl of japonica porridge, no need to put shrimp, put more japonica rice." ”

Lan'er's round eyes raised, and when she found that it was not her auditory hallucination, she immediately couldn't help but smile and said, "Yes, master!" ”

"Zi'er," Zhan Meixiang instructed again, "go and take out the Naturalist Chronicles from the bookshelf and clean up the shelf." ”

After Zi'er received the order to retreat, Zhan Meixiang said to Wang Wen again: "Wang Daban, go and tell Lan'er that the porridge is made slowly, and there is no hurry to go back to the palace." Lead the prince and the emperor to go shopping, I will be quiet, and ask someone to serve the summons. ”

Wang Daban's reunion face was a little worried, but he was an old man in the palace, and he would not disobey his master's intentions, so he replied respectfully: "Yes, master." ”

After dismissing the people in the hall, Wang Wen squatted down slightly, and said to Dongfang Ying and Dongfang Yu: "Little master, let's go?" ”

Xuan'er grabbed her mother's hand and was reluctant, tears were still rolling in her eyes, but her brother held her hand firmly and went to the other hall.

The door of the palace was closed, and Zhan Meixiang was the only one left in the quiet palace.