Her face suddenly turned pale, and her heart suddenly ached like a pinprick in a pinprick, this uneasy emotion was the first time she had come here.

When she was about to faint in pain, she seemed to see a picture: the second brother knelt on the side of the bed, holding the hand of a beautiful woman, that woman seemed to be sick, so sick that there was not even a trace of blood in her body, why did she see that woman, her heart was so depressed;

"No'er, come to the queen mother," she smiled and beckoned to her gently. Softly said. "Let's go see the goldfish, okay?"

Yun Nuo looked at her suspiciously, as if calling her, should she go over, a gust of wind swept past her, only to see a little girl about five or six years old, threw herself into the woman's arms, hugged her affectionately, smiled sweetly, and said: "Okay, good, Nuo'er likes to watch goldfish the most"

"Nuo'er is good, the queen mother will take Nuo'er there" The woman pinched her nose dotingly and picked her up from the ground.

Looking at Xiao Yunnuo with a happy face in the woman's arms, her eyes were a little sore and a little hot. She followed the woman until the imperial garden did not stop, she sat on the gazebo with Xiao Yunnuo in her arms, and rubbed Xiao Yunnuo's face with her face, although she was smiling, but the smile couldn't tell that she was really happy, why, Yunnuo saw that the woman was crying. Xiao Yunnuo was not stupid, he felt that his face was a little moist, and he raised his little face and asked puzzledly: "Queen Mother, don't you like little goldfish? Aren't you happy? There are so many little goldfish here, every time Nuo'er sees it, she will be happy."

"No, the queen mother is happy, the queen mother is happy" The woman hugged Xiao Yunnuo tighter and said with a smile.

"Well, Nuo'er is also happy" Even if the father never comes to see Nuo'er, Nuo'er is also happy. Why, what Xiao Yunnuo said in his heart, Yunnuo would hear.

Where did they keep watching the goldfish for a long time, so long that Yun Nuo was a little sleepy, and just when Yun Nuo was sleepy, Xiao Yunnuo's voice sounded in his ears again.

"Second brother, second brother, will you tell me?" Xiao Yunnuo shouted behind Mu Yunxuan with a look of grievance.

"Sixth sister, the second brother has said it, I don't know what my father looks like" He stopped and said sharply.

"You talk nonsense, you talk nonsense, Sister Xiang'er has said, the father and the emperor summoned you princes last night" She stomped her feet angrily and said, she has not seen her father and emperor once since she was born, she only remembers that every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, the queen mother always let her show up and leave.

"Yes, my father summoned us, but my father, only, let me stay outside the hall to reply" His eyes became extremely terrifying, after saying this, Yun Xuan left without looking back, every year, my father would personally test their homework, but, father, did not let him enter the inner hall to answer the question, just stood outside the hall to answer.

Xiao Yunnuo stood there with a blank face, her hair crooked, she didn't understand what the second brother meant, why did her father want the second brother to stay outside the palace.

Yun Nuo looked at the back of the second brother who left angrily, his heart was a little sour, and he was also upset for the queen mother, for such a man, he wasted his life, it was really not worth it, it was not worth it.

{The first time Mushroom Niang tried to write this kind of ancient saying, the writing was immature, a little jerky, and not rigorous.}

Not as good as a professional writer.

Mushroom Niang is very lazy, and the code word speed is not fast, but Mushroom Niang insists on not abandoning the text~

Mushroom Niang, once said that no matter what the result is, as long as you decide to write, you will definitely finish writing, giving everyone a happy ending.

A good writer is not how good his writing is, but that he can persist from the first chapter to the last chapter, and do things from the beginning to the end, which is successful.

(Wang, I don't allow you to bear me) This article has been with you for more than two months, and the mushroom girl plans to end it in December. }