Seeing that her gaze fell on the adjutant on the side intentionally or unintentionally, Song's eyebrows jumped, and he said coldly to the adjutant on the side: "You stay outside the garden, and no one is allowed to come in." ”

The man hurriedly bowed his hand, respectfully said "obey" and retreated.

Seeing that there was no one around, Nan Wu asked unhurriedly, "I heard that the prince was injured?" ”

Song lowered his eyes, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Ah Sheng, he was hit by a poisoned arrow......

Mu Huansheng, the prince of the Lingwang Mansion, is the only son of the Song family and the most disgusted son of the Lingwang.

She tried her best to suppress the choking in her voice: "The concubine knows that she shouldn't come to disturb her aunt, but the concubine really can't do it." Back then, the prince shielded that poisonous woman, and now it is even worse, the battle for the crown prince is becoming more and more intense, and the prince is afraid that he is going to help the evil obstacle get rid of my son, auntie......"

Nan Wu's eyes didn't raise either, a mocking smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and with a little impatience, he interrupted: "What did you say when you asked me to come back then, do you remember?" ”

Hearing this, the Song family was cold all over his body, and there was no blood on his face.

How could she not remember, she didn't dare to forget every word of those words......

As long as the aunt comes to the rescue, the concubine will not come to look for her aunt again in this life, and she will not let those pickled royal affairs disturb her aunt's purity.

"Auntie, there is no other way for the concubine......"

"It turns out that you still remember ......" Although the words were not completely said, the deep meaning was enough for people to understand, she was unwilling to help with this favor, and she was not willing to commit this risk.

Song seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and knelt in front of her with a "poof", she pulled her crimson skirt with trembling hands, and pleaded in a dumb voice: "Auntie, if you can redeem it, people will be in it." As long as my son is safe, I will never enter reincarnation after death, and I will be a slave and a slave for the rest of my life......."

Nan Wu looked down at her, with a slight pity in her scornful eyes, and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Is it worth it?" You know, he's just an unintentional puppet. ”

Song smiled bitterly: "Auntie, but he ...... It's me. ”

"Why make a fool of yourself?!" Nan Wu straightened up, with a bit of distance in his eyes, "That child has already entered reincarnation back then, and now this is just your own obsession." ”

"Yes, the concubine is deceiving herself. But if it weren't for Ah Sheng, the concubines and their clansmen would have been buried in the yellow sand. Ah Sheng was raised by a concubine, didn't my aunt say that puppets feed on love, if he doesn't pour his heart and soul, he won't grow up anyway, but now, the concubine has raised him to be a young man......"

After being silent for a long time, Nan Wu sighed: "That's it, it's useless to talk more, you should get up first!" ”

A moment of despair flashed in Song's eyes: "Auntie still doesn't want to make a move......

Nan Wu shook his head with a smile, and said helplessly: "Lead the way, I'll go see him." ”

"Aunt Xie, great grace!" Song was filled with joy and sorrow for a while, and hurriedly got up, not even caring about the tears on her face, and quickly took her into the east wing.

Song knew that as long as Nanwu let go, her Ah Sheng would be saved.

I remember twelve years ago, when I first met Nanwu, she seemed to be like this, detached from others, but compassionate. It seems to be indifferent, but in fact it is the most gentle.

At that time, she was full of hatred and despair, and she was embarrassed, holding Ah Sheng's broken body that was eaten by jackals, and knelt in front of her carefully: "Ask my aunt to sell a concubine A Sheng." ”

She still remembers the first thing Nan Wu asked her at that time, she said, "Doesn't the injury on your hand hurt?" ”