Late at night, Meng Xilan was once again woken up by the sound of worry-free dreaming and low crying.

She was about to turn around, only to find Sanssouci snuggling up to her, curled sideways like a scared kitten.

Soon, her tiny body began to tremble and move around incessantly.

Meng Xilan only felt a tightness in her heart, and hurriedly moved her body carefully, then turned around and stretched out her arms, hugged the carefree and cherished place in her arms, and gently sang a nursery rhyme to her.

The old lady in the palace said that it is not a good thing for children to dream all the time, and it is easy to get contaminated with unclean things. So, use the old nursery rhyme to drive away the nightmares so that she can sleep peacefully.

The next morning, when I got up, Zhulu came to serve, and when I saw that the bed was wet, I knew that I had no worries and wetted the bed again.

Since she moved into the palace, she has had to wet the bed almost every night.

Zhulu was very troubled by this, after all, she now slept with her master every night. She wets the bed every day, which will affect the master's rest.

The master once found the old lady in the palace and asked carefully.

The old lady came over to look at the carefree eyes and complexion, and divined it with rice grains, only saying that she might have been frightened by something. Because the yin qi in the palace is too heavy, it is easy to accidentally bump into something.

When the master heard this, he immediately frowned, and only gave some reward money and sent the old lady away.

Zhulu instructed the little palace maid to change the sheets and bedding, and personally freshen up Wuwu before bringing her to the master.

Carefree hair has never been cut short since birth, and now it has grown to the back.

Meng Xilan saw that her hair was still hanging with water droplets, so she reached out and hugged her on her lap and wiped her hair with her own hands.

Wu Wu opened a pair of dark eyes, looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and then looked at Meng Xilan and said, "Can I go home today?" ”

Meng Xilan lowered her eyes slightly when she heard this, looked up at her in the mirror, and said softly: "Don't worry, I told you, this is your home." ”

Worry-free bit his lip slightly when he heard this, bowing his head and wanting to cry.

Meng Xilan kissed her hair and said, "Don't cry, my baby." It's okay, it's okay......"

As soon as these words came out, Wuwu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Meng Xilan with teary eyes.

In the past, her mother called her like this, and the same was true when she put her to sleep. "Baby, baby, my baby."

Seeing that the New Year is coming, all the palaces and places have begun to prepare in advance.

However, Meng Xilan gave an order early in the morning, asking everyone to be simple, so that the Internal Affairs Office did not dare to be extravagant and wasteful, and Chang Hai did not dare to fish for any oil and water, and only regarded Meng Xilan's instructions as a "holy decree".

The emperor is still fighting thousands of miles away, and what qualifications do they have to enjoy luxury.

Recently, there has been a sudden snowstorm, and many people outside the city have lost their houses and have nowhere to warm for the winter.

When Meng Xilan heard about this, she naturally couldn't ignore it. Cining Palace was the first to set an example, saving nearly 100 taels, Song Wenxiu, as the queen, naturally could not fall behind, but also encouraged the palace people, and saved 150 taels. And Zhang Rong'er seemed to have a perfunctory intention, and just took out fifty taels for disaster relief.

Although there are not too many silver taels in the palace, they can also solve urgent needs. Those thickened shanty huts, although they are not as good as their former houses, can allow them to spend the year in peace and warmth.

As long as this year is good, the following year will be smooth.

On the 27th, Zhou Youchen's carrier pigeon arrived again.

Meng Xilan didn't wait for Zhu Lu to solve it, so she stretched out her hand and grabbed the carrier pigeon and took down the letter box on its feet.

A small note, with a line of words clearly written on it: "Three battles and two victories, the prestige has been established, set off on the first day of the new year, return to Beijing at full speed, don't read it." ”

It's just a short line of words, but Meng Xilan reads it over and over again.

Zhou Youchen is finally coming back, he is finally coming back.

Meng Xilan held the note in her heart and sighed deeply.

Seeing her like this, Zhulu didn't know what was going on, so she hurriedly asked, "Niangniang, is everything okay with the emperor?" ”

Meng Xilan nodded, only put away the note and put it in a sandalwood box. "The emperor has decided to return to the court."

Zhulu was overjoyed when she heard this, and she almost clapped her hands and said, "Great, then in less than two months, the emperor will be able to come back and reunite with you." ”

There have been too many bad things happening recently, and Niangniang is the time when the emperor is needed the most.

Meng Xilan smiled slightly, only to feel that this lonely and lonely day finally had hope.

In the evening, Wu Wu had a cough, and Meng Xilan hurriedly ordered someone to ask for a doctor.

Jiao Changqing had already reached the time to go home, but seeing that it was an errand from Cining Palace, he still made such a trip in person. Moreover, he didn't come empty-handed, he brought a small gift for Sanssouci.

Sanssouci is a rabbit, so he made him a snowman with a little rabbit out of snow.

Jiao Changqing put the little rabbit on the stone table in the courtyard and didn't take it into the house.

When she saw the living person, she subconsciously wanted to hide behind Meng Xilan, Meng Xilan held her little hand and said, "Baby, don't be afraid, take a closer look, this is Imperial Doctor Jiao, you have seen him." ”

Jiao Changqing put down the medicine box he was carrying, squatted down and looked at Wuwu, and said with a smile: "Little master, do you remember Weichen?" ”

Jiao Changqing is handsome, and his slight smile is even more gentle.

Carefree showed half of his face and stared at him quietly for a while before he said, "I recognize you." ”

Jiao Changqing smiled and took out the pulse pillow and said, "Little master, let me check the pulse for you, okay?" ”

Wuwu reached out and tugged at Meng Xilan's skirt, blinking his eyes and not answering.

Jiao Changqing pointed out the window and said, "Little master, Weichen has prepared a small gift for you." ”

Hearing this, Wu Wu only looked up at Meng Xilan, who leaned over and picked her up and sat down at the table.

"Let Imperial Doctor Jiao take a look first, and then let's go to see the gifts."

She personally pulled up her cuffs, revealing her snow-white wrists like small lotus roots.

Jiao Changqing held his breath and calmed down, checked her pulse, and said half-loudly: "The little master is nothing serious, maybe he is just a little greedy." ”

Carefree silently withdrew his hand, and hurriedly turned his head to look out the window, as if thinking about the gifts outside.

Jiao Changqing stood up, walked to the window, and gently pushed open the window to show her.

Wu Wu saw the little rabbit on the stone table and clapped his hands happily.

She couldn't wait to go out, but was stopped by Zhuqing, she squatted down to put on her cloak, put on a hood, and covered her tightly before carrying her out.

Meng Xilan didn't go out, but just said to Jiao Changqing: "Worry-free, that kid, has been having nightmares at night lately, and he has been wetting the bed. ”

Hearing this, Jiao Changqing glanced back at her: "Xu suddenly changed places, the child is uneasy." Looking at her pulse, it's nothing serious. Rest assured, when she adapts to life in the palace, she will settle down. ”

Meng Xilan sighed softly: "A child's feelings of missing his mother will not pass with time. ”

Jiao Changqing's eyes sank, and she looked at Wuwu again, she was grinning at the little rabbit on the table, just like her name.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Song Wenxiu and Zhang Rong'er came to Cining Palace to accompany Meng Xilan to keep vigil.

The three women have their own thoughts, and when they sit together, they are not lively. Fortunately, Meng Xilan's side is still worry-free, Xiao Chunzi held the lantern to her, bowed down and asked, "Little master, the fireworks outside are about to start, the slave will take you to see." ”

Wuwu looked at Meng Xilan, saw her nodding with a smile, and followed Xiao Chunzi together.

"I haven't seen each other for a few days, and this child and his mother have become closer and closer."

Song Wenxiu said quietly beside her.

Meng Xilan looked at her and followed worry-free, and said, "A child's heart is always the simplest. Whoever is good to her, she will be good to whomever she is. ”

Zhang Rong'er snorted lightly when she heard this, her fingers gently stirred the handkerchief in her hand, and she lowered her eyes slightly: "It's rare for the mother to work hard, but the heart is separated from the belly, and it is not her own ......."

Meng Xilan frowned slightly when she heard this, only looked at Zhang Rong'er and said, "Today is the best day of the year, if Wen Jieyu doesn't want to accompany the mourning family to keep vigil, it is better to go back to the palace early." The mourning family doesn't want to get angry today, and they don't want to spoil the good situation in the next year. ”

She usually doesn't hold back her mouth, but now she doesn't know the severity!

When Zhang Rong'er heard this, her face was not colored, she stood up and said, "The concubine retires." ”

After she left, Meng Xilan said to Song Wenxiu: "If you are tired, go back together." ”

They don't have a good relationship in the first place, so why do they have to pretend to be happy together.

Song Wenxiu shook her head and said: "The concubine doesn't like to spend the New Year alone in a cold and lonely way, it's good to be with her mother and be a companion." ”

In the past, the saber-rattling and mutual refusal to give in to each other really seemed a little redundant at this moment.

Zhou Youchen is thousands of miles away, what else do they have to fight for? It's better to stay in one place and spend the long night together.

Song Wenxiu proposed to play a game of chess with Meng Xilan to relieve her boredom, and Meng Xilan readily agreed.

It's not about winning or losing, it's just about passing the time.

After noon, Meng Xilan got up and went to the Buddhist hall to burn the first incense stick of the year.

Song Wenxiu also followed.

Meng Xilan stared at the Buddha statue quietly, with only one request in her heart. That is to let Zhou Youchen return to her safely.

Song Wenxiu looked at her back, her mind surging.

She left worry-free in the palace like this, which was tantamount to leaving a hidden danger for herself. How could the emperor tolerate her?

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Wuwu changed into a red short jacket, combed a double bun, red face, and black eyes, looking like an auspicious doll in a New Year's painting.

Meng Xilan prepared a lot of red envelopes and asked Zhulu to distribute them to the people in the palace. Compared with their loneliness, those palace people feel more festive and happy, and the simpler a person's desires are, the easier it is to be satisfied and pleased.

The first day of the Lunar New Year was to worship the ancestors, and Zhou Youchen was not there, so this errand naturally fell on Meng Xilan's head.

Meng Xilan dressed up and came to the Taimiao, kneeling three times and knocking nine times to the ancestral tablet, she stared at Zhou Shixian's spiritual position with a faint gaze, and a chuckle bloomed at the corner of her mouth. "Ancestor Emperor, you will never know how wonderful and brave the child you once abandoned and neglected."

If he had known, he would have understood what a mistake he had made.