Wen Mingshi reluctantly put down the fold in his hand, looking at Wen Yunxiang's forehead that gradually began to bleed, but Wen Yunxiang still had no intention of stopping.

After all, it was his own son, so there was no need for him to be angry with him.

Wen Yunxiang's head sounded faintly, and a word without the slightest emotion sounded

"Yes, but you remember that doesn't change anything, she's no longer your mother."

Wen Yunxiang's eyes were scarlet for a moment, and he held back his tears and didn't rush out

"Thank you father, son thank father."

At this time, Wen Mingshi is no longer as tough as he was at the beginning, not like a cold-blooded emperor, but a father with eager expectations for his son Jackie Chan.

Concubine Hui in the cold palace has no palace people to serve, and she has never even had a person to talk to, and the only thing that supports her is that she firmly believes that her son will be able to fulfill her expectations.

At that time, she was no longer a waste concubine in the cold palace, but the queen mother of the world.

In this way, her patience must be several times greater than that of ordinary people.

She has always been waiting for the moment when the phoenix will be reborn and dance for nine days.

The obsession in her heart was too deep to tell the dispatch, which made her months of imprisonment a little deranged.

When you're alone, your mouth is always repeating

"Xiang'er must have a way to let me out, my Xiang'er......"

Wen Yunxiang at the door pushed open the door and saw Concubine Hui sitting alone in the courtyard full of weeds, muttering to herself with a weed.

Wen Yunxiang's footsteps stopped, he didn't even dare to take a step forward, his two feet seemed to be deeply rooted in the ground.

At this time, where did Concubine Hui still have the demeanor of a concubine, her hair was not carefully taken care of by the palace people, and she was like a weed, so she had to be draped in a mess. A coarse linen coat is only a few thin pieces, how can it withstand the cold wind of early autumn.

Wen Yunxiang looked up at the sky, and forcibly held back his tears, the mother concubine was tired of his cowardly temperament since she was a child, and she couldn't see his tears.

He untied his cloak and put it on from behind, and his voice became trembling

"Mother, it's windy outside, let's go inside."

Concubine Hui turned her head to look up at Wen Yunxiang's face, was stunned for a moment, stood up in a hurry, and grabbed Wen Yunxiang's hand

"Xiang'er, are you Xiang'er? You are the mother's son. ”

Concubine Hui asked excitedly three times in a row, which made Wen Yunxiang no longer able to hold back the longing he controlled, and two lines of tears went down the trend

"Mother, it's me, it's me."

At this time, Concubine Hui didn't seem to be as delirious as she was just now, but hugged Wen Yunxiang and said in Wen Yunxiang's ear

"My mother has been waiting for you, waiting for the day when you can take my mother out."

At this time, Wen Yunxiang completely unloaded the emotions that he had pretended to be calm during this time

"Mother, the child is useless, the child has disappointed you."

Concubine Hui let go of the hand holding Wen Yunxiang, wiped the tears on Wen Yunxiang's face little by little with a pair of dry and peeling hands, and said with a smile

"As long as you are still the prince, grandfather or prime minister, everything still has a chance."

Wen Yunxiang wiped the wetness from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves like a child at this time, and said timidly

"Mother, then what should I do?"

In the eyes of outsiders, after Wen Yunxiang lost his mother, he became a lot more responsible, and he was calm in the court, and he dared to lead the troops to receive orders.

But the country is easy to change, but his nature is difficult to change, and he returned to the cowardly nature of his mother in front of his mother.

"Who are you? Who let you hold Hongu. Daring. ”

Concubine Hui pushed Wen Yunxiang away violently.