(Girls' Literature)

The night remnants are even more leaky. The moon stars are scarce. Fulin and Xiaozhuang sat opposite each other under the palace lamp. Since the fourteen-year-old Fu Lin came into power. Mother and son had never sat down so calmly to talk. Unsatisfactory marriage and Dolgon's regent are two major heart problems in Fu Lin's heart. Times have changed. Fulin was relieved. Instead, I apologized to my mother.

What about Hyozhuang. Although he has never regretted what he did in the past. From beginning to end, she believed that every decision she made was for the sake of the Qing Dynasty. I can suddenly look back. Girls' literature is updated for the first time, and midnight dreams are back. It is inevitable that I will feel a pain in my heart for Fulin. Fulin is her only biological son. It was the flesh and blood that she conceived and gave birth to in October. It was her only hope and hope back then. He had filled her with hope. It also once plunged her into despair. The past flashed by. After the parting of life and death. Now all that remains is a more pure maternal love.

Xiaozhuang lovingly looked at Yushu's son in the wind. Finally sighed. In a somewhat excited and choked tone, he asked, "All these years." Where the hell have you been. Why are you so ruthless. I have never come back to see the mourning family. Do you really hate mourning so much? ”

"Nope. Huang Eniang. You are mistaken. "Fu Lin Shao had to describe the half-truths and half-truths of Xiaomeng and Prince An to Xiaozhuang.

Xiaozhuang was really stunned when he heard it. It took a long time to come to his senses. He was fascinated and said, "There really is such a country." More and faster chapters are here. Xiaomeng is the person in that country. ”

Fulin nodded. Xiaozhuang sighed: "No wonder. Look at her. There is no restraint in the homes of the little people; And bless you. Talking has become so strange. You're here, I'm here. Really put down the emperor's shelf completely. ”

Fu Lin smiled: "I put it down early."

Xiaozhuang snorted softly. said bluntly: "I hope to let go of the throne." And not family. Blessings. The right doctor came. You avoided it. Why. The mourning family hides for you just a momentary plan. In order to avoid causing a harem sensation. Gossip. Unwarranted speculation. Wait for the mourners to talk to you. After figuring out the ins and outs of the matter. I will ask Xuan Ye to come over and recognize you. Then choose an auspicious day. Officially proclaimed to the world. Let Xuan Ye personally welcome you back to the palace. so that you can be your emperor openly. Since then, he has enjoyed happiness in the palace. Isn't that the life you want? Girls' literature is updated for the first time now. You are like a beautiful flower. It's the best of both worlds. The mourners can see it. You and the little dream are in unison. Affectionate. Later. The mourning family and you enjoy this family joy. Isn't it good. Why are you dodging. I don't want to go back to the palace. ”

Xiaozhuang's words hit the nail on the head. Fulin was speechless.

Knowing the son Mo Ruomu. Seeing Fu Lin look like this. sighed, "yes." I guess you're still to blame the mourners. Otherwise, how could he not come back to visit the mourning family. If it weren't for the fact that he was accidentally bumped into by the concubine. alarmed the mourning family. I'm afraid that the mourning family still won't see you. "Finished. I couldn't help but burst into tears.

This is the second time that Xiaozhuang has shed tears tonight. Fulin's heart was deeply shaken. Guiltily: "Don't be like this. In fact. It was the child and Xiaomeng who secretly sneaked back to the palace to visit the emperor's mother. will inadvertently bump into the concubine. It alarmed your old man again. It's not that we don't want you. More and faster chapters are here. Just I'll admit it. I really have no intention of staying in the palace. I wanted to visit you secretly. I've seen enough, I've had enough shopping, and I'm leaving. ”

The last sentence of Fu Lin angered Xiaozhuang. Xiaozhuang was almost about to shoot the case: "Is this 'filial piety'?" Is this the filial piety of being a son? Blessing, blessing. You've already hurt E-Niang once. Do you want to hurt your mother again? E-niang is getting older day by day. The physical condition is not as good as it is year by year. Look at E-Niang's full head of white hair. Do you want your mother to die without a son when she dies? Girls' literature is updated for the first time"

Fu Lin knelt down in a panic and said, "Huang Eniang." It was Fulin who said the wrong thing. Don't be fretted. ”

Hyozhuang seized the opportunity. continued to say emotionally: "It's not just Eniang who needs you. Xiaomeng is now a six-month-old belly. Her body was still so thin though. However, the belly is larger than that of the average six-month-old woman. A pregnant woman with a big belly. Where are you going to take her? You're not saying that the country is far, far away. Farther than the ends of the earth. You have to cross the ocean to get there? All the way. You tell her how to bear it. I'm afraid I haven't returned to that country yet. The baby is about to be born halfway through. E-niang, no matter how unwilling you are to stay in the palace. At least we have to wait for the child to be born safely before leaving. That's a dragon species. It is the root and seedling of our Aixin Jueluo family. You have to hold him in the temple and put incense on the pillar. Recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors. No, it doesn't work. Count the mourners, beg you. ”

Xiaozhuang said that his legs were weak, as if he was about to kneel. Panicked, Fu Lin hugged his mother. Lift her into a chair and sit down. He repeatedly agreed: "Don't say it again." Huang Eniang. I'll listen to you all. It's all up to you. ”

"Really..." Filial piety is like seeing the sun. Beaming.

Fulin nodded. Oh, yes. Can you not say yes? An old mother begged her son so bitterly. Can the son be indifferent. Moreover. What Xiaozhuang said is indeed true. Even if you have to wander the world. Live the free life of a chivalrous couple. But Xiaomeng's current situation is really not suitable for running. Waiting for childbirth at the Royal Palace. Receive medical treatment. Seems to be the best option.

He knew in his heart that what Xiaomeng was thinking about was just going back to the 21st century. But that's something you can't seek. In a hurry. It's better to stay in the palace and think about it. Find out if there really is a way to travel through time and space.

Think so. He said with an affirmative tone: "Huang Eniang." Before the birth of the child. Fulin promises you. Never leave the palace. But. Don't let anyone know I'm resurrected. What happened to me was bizarre after all. Stir up a storm for any reason or for no reason. And I'm going to be bothered. All we need at the moment is tranquility. And. I think. Xuan Ye is the emperor. There is no need for such a young emperor. I want to be his father. It is much closer to him than to be the emperor. ”

Hyo-joo couldn't help but look at his son with new eyes and appreciation. It's been more than a decade. He's really mature. This is precisely the thinking of a politician. This is the state of mind of an emperor. Fulin is no longer just the willfulness of his youth. Insolent and arrogant. Now. He has more insight into the world and human feelings.

When the day is about to dawn. Fu Lin warmed up the pavilion and woke up the little dream when he rested. In fact. It's because Xiaomeng sleeps very lightly. Big belly. Sleeping position is tiring. These days. She always slept very lightly.

Fu Lin informed Xiaomeng of all the conversations with Xiaozhuang. Little Dream listened. Silent for a while. Finally. Sigh. Said: "That's it." But. We're really hurrying and finding a way back. The longer the time drags on. The more I worry about Zhu Zhu and Xiangqin's mother. ”

Fu Lin comforted and coaxed her to sleep. But he couldn't sleep all night.

The next evening. They met Xuan Ye. This is an emperor through the ages. Little Dream is full of curiosity.