The old man was in rags, describing him as haggard and crying, Song Qingyun was moved by compassion, although he was wearing the uniform servant clothes in the palace, but she looked at the back for a long time, the old man had been gentle to Jichen and kindly gave it fodder, so Qingyun let go and quickly hid behind Jichen.

"Who are you?"

The old man raised his dim eyes and looked at Song Qingyun, she was wrapped in a white coat from head to toe, and the clothes were high-grade fox fur that he couldn't afford to wear all his life, and he knew in his heart that she was either rich or expensive, and she was someone he couldn't afford to mess with.

"If you go back to Madame, the little one is the groom who raises horses in the palace." He bowed his head respectfully, and rubbed his two chapped palms together helplessly.

"I saw that this horse had been wandering in the woods, so I fed it some fodder, and Madame Mingjian, the little one did not kill it."

"Hmm!" Song Qingyun nodded and patted Jichen's head, Jichen bent his front legs and half-knelt on the ground, and Song Qingyun climbed up embarrassed.

"Old man, if you want to save your life, don't tell anyone that you saw me, you know?" Song Qingyun was on horseback, looking at the old man condescendingly, and suddenly saw something strange in his collar.

"What's that for you?" Song Qingyun ignored the danger of being discovered, lying on Ji Chen's back, and asked in a panic pointing to the thing on the old man's neck.

The old man raised his head in confusion and pulled the sweater around his neck, "Madame is asking this?" ”

"You—you take it off and let me see it."

Song Qingyun's heart became upset, the white seemed to be the woolen sweater she knitted, how could a lowly groom in the palace have such a thing?

The old man was also panicked, this was a souvenir left by Xiaobao to him, he carefully hid it in his clothes, it must have been revealed when he struggled just now, he didn't know Song Qingyun's identity, he was afraid that she would hurt Xiaobao's life again if she asked, so he was a little hesitant.

"Rubbing what? Why don't you take it off quickly? Song Qingyun was so angry that he jumped off the horse desperately and grabbed the old man and dragged him down.

Shaking it away, her body suddenly stiffened, her brain went blank, and she stared at the complete woolen sweater in her hand, and her whole body was about to be petrified.

"Uncle, this is ...... Where did this come from? ”

The old man was horrified, "I...... My own, my own ......"

"You tell me the truth......"

Song Qingyun's tears crackled down, smashing on the back of her hand and hurting in her heart, she pulled the old man's collar and asked reluctantly, "You tell me the truth, have you ever seen this child?" Where is he now? ”

The old man was stunned by the scene in front of him, he thought about the meaning of Song Qingyun's words, and suddenly woke up, "Could it be that you know Xiaobao?" ”

"Xiaobao?" Song Qingyun woke up and looked at him blankly.

The old man was a little excited, and when he got closer, he looked at Song Qingyun's appearance carefully, Xiaobao was actually three points similar to her, and he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, "Xiaobao is a three-year-old little doll, I picked it up outside, this is what he was wearing, and he secretly left it when he left, he wanted to give me a thought." ”

"He has a fingernail-sized birthmark on his back, right?" Song Qingyun endured the heart-rending pain in his heart and asked with difficulty.

The old man thought for a moment and nodded affirmatively.

Suddenly, Song Qingyun's face turned white into a piece of paper.

"You just said he left the sweater for you when he left, he ...... What happened to him? ”

"Madame, don't worry, Xiaobao, he's fine, I'll send him to the palace and entrust him to a friend to take care of, he's safe now."

"So Uncle once took in my Doubao? Where did you send him? Can you take me to him? Song Qingyun cried with joy, crying and laughing, holding the old man's hand.

"This ...... he had to report to the chief steward if he went out, and if the king was on a horse and he was not there, it would be a matter of losing his head."

But Song Qingyun's crying was sincere, and he hadn't seen Xiaobao for several days, and he was very worried in his heart, and his thoughts were a little shaken.

"You wait, I'll go back and explain to someone, and then I'll take you to find Xiaobao."

"No, no, uncle, don't hide it, I just escaped from it, you come with me, as long as you find Doubao, I will provide for you in the future, if you are worried that your family will be persecuted by Kangjue, I will ask someone to take them all to a safe place, you don't have to worry about this."

The old man shook his head, "How can this be done?" I'm only going to keep horses, and I'm not going to do anything other than that. ”

"Needless to say, uncle, time is pressing, can you take me to Doubao first?"

Seeing that the old man was hesitant, Song Qingyun simply pulled him on the horse together, Ji Chen was used to seeing the wind and the rudder, and arched the old man with a big long face to climb on its back, just like that, the old man got on the horse in a daze, and Qingyun patted Ji Chen's neck, "Hurry up and get out of here." ”

The old man begged Qingyun to put him down, if he left the post without permission and was known by Kang Jue, there was only a dead end.

"Uncle, if you go back, you will still die, Kangjue has many eyes and ears, if they know that you are with me, they will never let you have a good time. But I'm not the kind of ungrateful person, my Doubao thanks to your care so that you don't freeze to death on the street, your great kindness and virtue I will never forget, so I won't let you continue to stay in the palace to raise horses, you just follow me, there is no glory and wealth, but I dare to promise you to be fed and clothed in the future, and live a comfortable life. ”

These words are very tempting, the old man misses Doubao and can't sleep at night, as long as he looks at Doubao and knows if he is safe, he will die without regrets.

"Well, I've gone so far, even if I go back, I will inevitably have my head cut off. Madam, I sent Xiaobao to a friend's house in the north of the city, and there is a shortcut to his house quickly. ”

At this time, Song Qingyun's heart was up and down, she never expected to have the news of Doubao by mistake.

More than three months have passed since she left Liujia Village, and she and Doubao have been separated for almost a month, God knows how she has come these days.

The closer she got to the north of the city, the more uneasy her heart became, and she kept asking the old man about Doubao.

When she heard that Doubao was so hungry that he was competing with the horse for food, she was sad and cried, he was only twenty months old, and he didn't have much to say, so he experienced a hardship that ordinary people couldn't accept.

It's all because she is not good, she didn't protect her baby son well, and he suffered so much at a young age.

Thanks to the heavens for giving her the opportunity to reunite with her son, if it weren't for the old man today, she doesn't know how long she would have been searching.

Heaven rewards hard work, good things are grinding, and finally want to see her son, Song Qingyun spoke incoherently excitedly, quickly straightened out the hair that had been frozen into a lump of ice, and then rubbed her frozen face vigorously, trying to squeeze out a normal smile, imagining what she should say when she met her son.

"Here we are, ma'am, it's the house in front of you."

The old man pointed to Wang Laohan's house, and when he saw what was hanging on the door, he was stunned.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Song Qingyun, who was sitting behind him, noticed that his arm was stiff and asked hurriedly.

"Out of ...... Something happened! ”

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