"Drive, drive, drive"

From time to time, I heard the sound of scolding the horses. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info's body is constantly shaking, and it's so uncomfortable.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and my body kept shaking together, and my vision was blurred.

"Hmm...

Involuntarily, a low moan came out of his mouth, as if he was in great pain.

"Son, son..." The voice is gentle, and just listening to the sound has an endless charm. But there's a lot of worry, a visceral concern. Before he could react, he felt a warm touch on his forehead.

This is a woman's skin! is so tender, with this sweet voice, it should be a beauty.

"It doesn't seem to be hot anymore, son, how do you feel?" There seems to be a little bit of fear in the careful greeting. Listening to the sound makes people feel a heartfelt desire to protect.

"Uh... I wanted to say something, but I swallowed it back in a daze. If you don't know the situation yet, you can't answer randomly. Stretch out your hands to rub your eyes and make your vision clearer.

Suddenly froze. Hand... It doesn't seem to be my own hand anymore.

Hurriedly rubbed his eyes vigorously, this hand... It's really not my hand anymore. White and tender, small, is this male or female? He quickly opened his eyes, and before he could carefully observe the situation around him, a woman's fragrance completely surrounded him. It's not a fat powder fragrance, or a natural woman's fragrance.

A woman held herself firmly in her arms.

"Son, you're finally awake." His arms were wrapped tightly around him, and he almost couldn't breathe. Immediately, I felt a little wetness on my neck.

Who is it? Is Zhi'er calling himself? This blood closeness that seems to come out of the bottom of my heart, is it my mother? Do you have a mother too?

The familiar and unfamiliar names made me almost tremble. Ever since I was conscious, I have watched others hold my mother's hand and feel my mother's embrace.

For the first time, I was able to feel it myself.

Warm, cozy, like the warm winter sun shining through the screen window on your face. For the first time, so wonderful.

Almost subconsciously, he hugged the woman in front of him, but his small arms were just enough to wrap around more than half of his waist.

He kissed his forehead and gently pushed it away. This is the first time I have seen the woman in front of me. In his twenties, he neither painted his eyebrows nor sideburns, nor applied powder. The circles under the eyes that had just cried still had a little teardrop. The redness and bloodshot in her eyes proved that she hadn't had a good rest in a while. And I cried more than once.

Beauty, whether it is film and television or reality, is added up, and it is rare to see such a beauty myself. It's a pure classical beauty. The slightly upturned corners of her eyes make her look so charming. This is not the innocence of a young girl, but the most fatal to men, the tenderness and charm of a young woman. She is not backbone, but more or less plump. It's not fat, it's just plump.

Seeing that she looked at her in a daze, the beauty couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Why did I get sick, I don't know my mother yet. Silly boy. He gently touched his head with his hand, and his eyes were full of love.

was touched by her like this, and he came to his senses. shook his head slightly, and carefully looked at the woman in front of him who claimed to be his mother.

Look up, look down, look left, look again... It's not like a modern-day woman. Pure white clothes are put on the body, if you are not mistaken, this should be called Hufu. I remember seeing in the history books that Tang Taizong had such a style of dragon robe. In particular, the hat on the head is typical of the characteristics of the Tang Dynasty Hufu.

Could it be ... Did you travel to the Tang Dynasty yourself?

Seeing that she was stunned, the eyes of the woman in front of her turned red again. looked at himself worriedly, and pressed his face tightly against his forehead.

"It's not hot anymore, son, how do you feel? Don't scare your mother. His voice was slightly choked.

"It's okay... No... It's all right, mother, and my son is fine. He stumbled over such a sentence, constantly thinking about his words. I am really not used to the ancients talking.

"Mother? Why is my son so formal, isn't he always called A-Niang on weekdays? He gently pressed his face.

"No, no" said too much, and just wanted to continue to say something. A tingling pain came from his head, as if it was about to crack in the next second. Gritted his teeth tightly to keep himself from yelling. Just because of a mother, from the bottom of my heart, I don't want the woman in front of me to be so worried. But the cold sweat and pale face that broke out in an instant no longer had to say anything to himself.

"What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable again? How is this good, how is this good? Coachman, can there be a medical hall nearby, can there be Langzhong? My son ... ”

"Helan lady, there is no store in the village in front of the village, and the old man doesn't know much about the medical hall. A few miles further on, there is a post station. I guess there may be, and I'm letting Da Lang hold on for a while. The driver of the car replied in a rough voice.

"Faster, faster." Hurrying.

"Okay, you hold the little girl steady. Drive, drive, drive. The whip slammed into the horse's buttocks. The horses, suddenly suffering from such pain, galloped frantically forward. Fortunately, it is an official road, and the road is not rough.

"Mother, Yue'er is afraid." The voice of a milky little girl came from behind the woman. The woman turned around and picked up the little girl and kissed her little face gently: "Mother is here, Yue'er is not afraid, Yue'er is not afraid." ”

Gently patting the little girl's back, the woman's tears flowed from her eyes again. It dripped from her cheeks and gently stuck to the girl's face. Stretched out his fleshy little hand and wiped the tears from the woman's face.

"Mother doesn't cry, Yue'er is not afraid. Yue'er protects her mother and brother. Mother doesn't cry. ”

Holding the young daughter and looking at the painful son. Tears slid down her cheeks.

"Bodhisattva, as long as you let my two children be well. I, Wu Shun, would like to dedicate my life to you. Bodhisattva. ”

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It was like someone had stuffed something in my head. Wildly suppressed his roar. A large number of memories came flooding up from the depths of the mind.

"Hahaha, my son was born like this, and I don't know how many people will break through the threshold of our family in the future." A man in a green robe hugged an unusually delicate-looking little boy and smiled proudly. Behind her was the woman who claimed to be her mother just now, looking at the two of them with a smile in her eyes, looking extremely happy.

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"Ahem, Shun'er, I'm afraid I can't do it. Minzhi, Minyue will be handed over to you. "The same man, but at this time the oil has run out. Several people prostrated themselves in front of the bed, crying bitterly. Among them, the boy seemed to be sluggish, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

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"Uh... Yes... Forcefully..."

The wanton ** came out of the room, and the eight-year-old boy stood outside the door, watching his mother and his second uncle in the room just a year after his father's death.

The coldness engraved in his eyes made people dare not look directly. None of the servants saw it, and the little boy walked silently to the back kitchen and gently picked up the kitchen knife. Then he silently pushed the door open.

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"For the sake of the big brother's face, get out, get out with your son and daughter. Let's just say that you go back to your hometown to visit your relatives, and remember not to publicize it, otherwise be careful of their lives. Three or five servants stood behind the man named Helan Yueshan. And Helan Yueshan was roaring wildly, and at this time there were only three fingers left in his right hand. Blood flowed all over the ground, and kitchen knives lay quietly on the ground. The blood above swore an oath of its merits.

The little boy was still calm, and his eyes did not rise or fall. stared at the second uncle who had kissed and hugged him not long ago. It's just that the white robe is covered with mud from the soles of the shoes, and the hair that has always been neat is scattered behind him. There are clear slap prints on his face.

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On top of a carriage, the boy sat across from his mother, looking coldly at his mother, who was holding his sister. It's been the same expression since he entered the house, and it hasn't changed. The carriage was bumpy and the road was bumpy. Finally fell ill.

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The headache slowly dissipated, the memories returned, and everything was clear.

It turned out that when he rushed out and pushed the little girl in the middle of the road, he was no longer the modern orphan Zhang Jian. I have a new name for myself, it's called... Helan Minzhi.

My head no longer hurts, and my consciousness is fully awake. But... Helan Minzhi (later named Helan Minzhi) did not open his eyes. Because, he still has a lot of things to think about, to think about.

He just stretched out his frowning brows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Gradually, his breathing became smoother, and he looked like he was asleep after his pain. In order to let the poor woman in front of her, that is, her current mother, be able to let go of her tightly clutched heart.

In the past, Helan Minzhi was still young, and he didn't understand that after the death of his father Helan Yueshi, his mother Wushun was the most painful person in the world.

He didn't know that the scene he saw was not that his mother was shameless, but that she had good intentions.

He didn't know that this woman, who is only twenty-seven years old now, still has a strong heart to protect her children after experiencing the pain of losing her husband.

He also didn't know how hard it would take to inherit the humble title left by his father in a family.

He didn't know, but Wu Shun knew.

That knife cut down, and all the efforts were in vain. Faced with her son's incomprehension, the weak mother did not make a defense, did not shed a single tear, and silently left with her son and daughter.

In the face of all the difficulties in the world, she never showed a weakness. But when her son was sick, she didn't know how many times she shed tears and prayed to the gods and Buddhas.

He Lan Minzhi didn't understand it in the past, but in the future, Helan Minzhi understands!

(There is a starting point to finish this work, and there is no need to worry about updating your character.) The last book is my myth, and this book is my Datang. Please take a look! ）