Self-Ruthlessness is Better Than Affection (5)

No matter how remote the north of the city is, the news will one day reach the general's mansion.

"Miss! Miss! Steward Wen knocked on the door of the mandarin duck's room with a loud bang, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still alive!" ”

"It's good he's dead." The mandarin duck didn't understand why the housekeeper brought up such a thing.

"No, Miss, I'm not talking about His Royal Highness Xia Yi." Steward Wen explained, "It's His Royal Highness Xia Yuan who is still alive!" ”

The room was quiet for a moment, and then there was the sound of jingling bells and knocking down various things.

The door opened in front of Steward Wen, and a woman with a somewhat messy hair rushed out of it and grabbed Steward Wen's collar:

"What do you say? Xiao Yuan, is he still alive? ”

The mandarin duck's face was a little pale in the sun, the once big and godly eyes were covered with blue-black, and her cheeks were much thinner, but she still couldn't cover her beauty.

"It's true, eldest lady, I've been crazy in the imperial city in the past two days!" Steward Wen was also very excited, and the eldest lady was finally willing to open the door, "When Jiaojiao went to the street to buy vegetables this morning, I heard those officials talking there." ”

"Great, great, Obuchi is still alive." The mandarin duck let go of Steward Wen's collar, took two steps back, and muttered to himself with wide eyes.

Then, as if he had thought of something, the mandarin duck pushed Steward Wen away, ran out, ran through the path of Lin Yuan, ran past the maid, ran directly into the front hall, and threw himself into Mrs. Wen's arms.

"Slow down." Mrs. Wen was bumped into her arms by the mandarin duck and took two steps back, but still held the mandarin duck tightly in her arms.

"Mother, I'm so happy, Xiao Yuan is still alive." The mandarin duck buried his head in Mrs. Wen's shoulder, unable to control his tears.

"Mother knows, mother is also happy, so is it okay for Ah Yang to go eat something with her mother?" Mrs. Wen gently patted the mandarin duck on the back.

"Hmm."

Suddenly, Mrs. Wen's eyes fell on the mandarin duck's feet: "Oh, Ah Yang, why don't you even wear shoes, what can you do if you are injured!" ”

"Huh?" The mandarin duck left Mrs. Wen's arms and looked at his feet, and only now did he feel a strange feeling coming from the soles of his feet, "It seems that I have stepped on a stone, and it hurts a little." ”

"Oh, how is this good, Jiaojiao, you go and get the eldest lady's shoes." Mrs. Wen's face was full of distress, "Ah Yang, let my mother see if there is any bloodshed." ”

"Mother, it's okay, there shouldn't be bloodshed."

Mrs. Wen forced the mandarin duck to sit down on a chair and asked her to lift her feet up to show herself.

After seeing that the soles of the mandarin duck's feet were only some dust and one or two red marks, and there were no wounds, Mrs. Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that there is no bleeding, otherwise you would have suffered."

The mandarin duck listened to the indulgence and worry that Mrs. Wen's tone couldn't hide, and suddenly felt a sour nose, and tears flowed uncontrollably down again.

"Ah Yang, why are you crying again? Does it still hurt somewhere? Tell my mother. Mrs. Wen took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears for the mandarin duck.

The mandarin duck shook his head and grinned at Mrs. Wen: "Mother, you are really the best mother in the world." ”

"Oh, this kid, why did you say such things all of a sudden." Mrs. Wen was amused by the way the mandarin duck cried and laughed.

Jiaojiao put a basin of hot water and shoes on the ground beside her, and said to Mrs. Wen, "Madame, let me come here." ”

"It's all right, you can go down."

"Yes."

Mrs. Wen picked up a towel, moistened it with hot water, and gently wiped the dusty feet of the mandarin ducks.

"Mother, I'll do it myself." The mandarin duck wanted to snatch the towel from Mrs. Wen's hand, but Mrs. Wen pressed it back into the chair.

"You sit down."

The mandarin duck looked at the few silver strands that emerged from Mrs. Wen's black hair, and her eyes were hot.

"Mother......