The nearest vacant mansion to the palace is the former residence of Princess Huayang, it is said that Huayang did not come out of his life, and after the death of both the horses, this mansion was empty.

Moreover, the feudal superstition of the Great Song Dynasty was quite serious, and the husband and wife who lived in this house had no offspring, so they naturally thought that it was caused by the bad luck of the house, so despite the beauty of the pavilions, pavilions, small bridges, and flowing water, no royal family dared to move in easily.

The bold are not afraid of ordinary officials who have no heirs, and they don't have the power to move in.

And Ah Yuan came by the emperor's order, and he has already given birth to three sons, so this taboo can be ignored.

Ma Gonggong led Ah Yuan's mother and son into the princess's mansion, and the guards followed the left and right, and the cleaning mother-in-law and servant women who were still left in the house did not seem too lonely.

In the end, there has been no owner here for a long time, the flowers and plants in the princess's mansion are not very regular, tall and short like shrubs, green creepers, and the whole encircles a rockery, which is impermeable.

The "little second" was very happy with the new environment, pointing to the trumpet flowers dotted with stars and "ah-ah", the old Taoist priest hurriedly picked one and sent it over, coaxing the little baby with happy eyebrows.

Ma Gonggong was not happy, and he also came up to say hello, and the little guy changed directions left and right in his mother's arms for a while, and he was very busy.

It seems that everything is beautiful, if, you can ignore the sting in your heart.

Fortunately, Wan Chongyang arrived with a few unkempt relatives, Ah Yuan was too lazy to tell the inside story, handed the child to Bi'er's hand, handed the package to Xiao Wu, and went to the house with his own hand. At this time. The mother-in-law has already tidied up the bedroom. She didn't need to eat or drink, all she needed was a good night's sleep.

Bai Lao Er once again acted as the spokesperson of his sister-in-law, greeting Ma Gonggong and the old Taoist priest, handing over housekeeping with the mother-in-law and servants of the princess's mansion, arranging meals, bathing and changing clothes.

The old Taoist priest hurriedly put down his chopsticks and took the initiative to go out: "Poor Dao has to help Mrs. Bai keep an eye on Ma Guotao's kid, Xiao Fuxing can't be in his hands for a long time." Tell Mrs. Bai that she will pick up the child tonight! ”

At this moment, Bai Lao Er's group of people still didn't know all the twists and turns, and they had no way to understand the high-flying Ma Wangye, so they could only pin their hopes on the old Taoist.

Bi'er quietly went to the bedroom to look at it a few times, and reported that Ah Yuan was very quiet and slept peacefully.

She was so tired.

The "little second child" also slept sweetly, drank hundreds of milk, and was hugged and coaxed by so many people. After such a long journey, the nerves were built to be extremely strong. There is no question of recognizing the environment of the living person.

Ma Gonggong talked with Bai Lao Er for a long time, and asked the Bai family boss about the situation thoroughly, before sighing and leaving.

Ah Yuan really fell asleep, but he had a lot of nightmares.

She seemed to be in a cloud of fog, and no matter which direction she looked, she was white and couldn't see anything clearly.

Maybe everyone needs a fog to live, to blur life, to blur the simple to cruel life of eating, drinking, and lazing, so that we have a little curiosity about the future, a little fantasy - although the future is destined to be empty, but outside this hollow, there are so many boxes, layer by layer, layer by layer, we dismantle and dismantle, dismantle and dismantle, spend a lifetime and confuse ourselves for a lifetime.

It's a pity that Ah Yuan is not a woman who can live in ambiguity and confusion, she has no sense of security, so she only believes in real things.

She was a wounded little beast that tentatively stretched out her hands and feet, and if she encountered an invasion, she would only quickly fight back, even if the invasion was unintentional, or even just a kind touch of the hand was heavier.

In the life of an orphan, there is no chance for the same person to invade again.

Sitting on the stone bench entwined with green creeper vines, Wan Chongyang closed his eyes and recuperated, and his thoughts went far, far away against the desolate background.

This time, he really didn't have timidity, didn't run away, and stood with the woman he loved in the image of a man.

No matter what the ending is, Wan Chongyang has erased the deepest scar in his life, he was once condemned by his conscience for his cowardice and escape, and now, he is at ease.

The most beloved woman is on the side, he can do his best to accompany and care, and his heart is cheering, although the future may not be smooth.

Wan Chongyang can be sure that this is love, even if the two of them still have to go their separate ways in the future, the lover will still throw himself into the arms of others, he already understands that the feelings in his heart are called aiqing.

Love is such a mysterious thing, there is no reason to love you when you love you, or feel sorry for you, that's it.

Even if you grow into two parallel lines, there is no intersecting trajectory in this life, you can only quietly watch you drift away......

In fact, even if it is two men and women who are in love, they really don't necessarily have to stay together, let the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea dilute all the sweetness, let the trivial fights and mouths lengthen the distance between each other, when you love, you can smell the fragrance of all the flowers, you can hear the sound of every bird flapping its wings, you smile, there are sweet marks on the corners of your mouth, isn't it already the ultimate of favoritism?

At this moment, Bai Lao Er is also tiptoeing to wait for his favorite person - "Little Boss".

The fate of people is so magical. When the newborn baby looked at him with watery eyes, sucked one of his fingers, and didn't cry or make trouble at the most dangerous moment, Bai Lao Er hurt this nephew to the bottom of his heart.

Ma Wangye still didn't have the courage to be angry with the imperial power, and when the sky was dark, the old Taoist priest returned triumphantly, and the voice of a child "ah-ah" came from the carriage.

It's the "little boss" who has come home!

Bai Lao's nose was sore, and he almost fell down with his hand on the door frame, God knows, when he heard that the child couldn't be found, how sad and regretful he was, weishenme didn't follow his sister-in-law into Beijing at the beginning? I know that my sister-in-law thinks that when I think of it, I can't listen to other people's advice at all!

Hong'er held the child in her arms and finally lifted the curtain of the carriage, Bai Lao Er didn't know how his legs stepped out, and there was only a call in his throat: "Boss!" ”

Yes, this baby is no longer the "little boss", in the heart of the second white child, he is a "boss" level figure.

Lan'er then came out with red eyes, and in her arms was the little girl who had returned to black charcoal, and had been away from the milk bath for too long, and her mother's dream of a "Snow White" was destined to come to naught.

The eccentric uncle hugged the "little boss" and cried and laughed, separated for so long, the little guy actually recognized him, the little hand held the white second child's cheek, the forehead pressed against the white second child's nose, and the saliva sprayed the white second child's chin.

The old Taoist priest sighed on the side: "In this life, it is the first time I have seen three children, and they have different appearances, all of them are smart, rare, really rare!" ”

Isn't that smart? The old Taoist priest only felt a pain in his head, and the green bamboo hairpin on the bun was grabbed by a small hand, and the gray hair was loosened in an instant.

It's the little girl with a black charcoal head who has made a move!

In the end, it is the little girl's house, born to like beautiful and colorful things, the most beautiful ornaments on the head of the old Taoist priest, are tightly grasped by a small hand, and whoever asks for it is impossible to return it to its original owner.

Moreover, the "black charcoal head" was very knowledgeable, and his little arms were raised with great difficulty, trying to put the turquoise hairpin on top of his bald head, where there was only a black and oily grass, and he really couldn't insert a hairpin.

"haha-haha-", the little girl's actions finally made everyone laugh, diluting the sadness and worry of being taken captive and separated.

"Let's go, meet your mother, what, the little second child should also wake up, right?" The old Taoist priest gave up the delusion of recovering his bamboo hairpin, and hurriedly arranged the next business, and when the hostess was happy, he could put forward the request to bring the three children to pray for blessings!

"Lord Dongfang, please inside-", Bai Lao Er hugged the "little boss" tightly, stretched forward with one hand, and led the old Taoist priest inside.

At this time, a mother-in-law had already gone in to report, Ah Yuan's head and face were not tidy, the fat powder was not applied, and he ran out in a white robe with long ankle-length hair.

Fortunately, the people didn't know what the shape of "Sadako" was, but they only felt that it was a crazy woman who ran out, and her face was blurry with tears.

Ah Yuan has never been a soft-hearted person, and he can even be said to be a little harsh, whether he treats himself or others.

But now, or since she was pregnant, since she gave birth, she heard the first cry of her child, and her heart, which was hard as a stone, had an unusual temperature.

In front of the child, she is the most ordinary, the most tender and the most real woman, who can cry, laugh, spill and fight.

No matter how independent a woman is, she must have at least one child of her own, watch it grow up slowly in her arms, kick her calves, smile toothily, watch it open its arms to you, begging for a hug......

In your heart, you really understand the meaning of concern.

With care, your life is no longer pale, and your life is no longer helpless; With care, you will feel that summer is no longer hot, and winter is no longer cold; With care, your body is healthier and your smile is brighter; With care, an independent but bleak life has more warmth.

Your life will be truly fulfilled.

After the loss, I understand the value of family affection more, and at this moment, Ah Yuan is finally like a flood that bursts the embankment, venting all the depression, worry, anger and sadness in his heart.

Her catharsis was just holding the little hands of the two children, tears pouring down, but silently.

She is a mother, and there is no reason to cry and frighten her children. (To be continued......)

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