Dou Niang is also a person with a hard life, Gu Bao was only one year old, his father died of illness, and it was Dou Niang who pulled the child up with hard work.

So Dou Niang went to the river to confirm that it was her son, and since then she has gone crazy.

"Why did Gu Bao go to the river?" Mo Xi asked.

"That child is sensible, when does a woman give birth to a child, sometimes Gu Bao will come out to look for him when he wakes up and can't see his mother, anyway, it's such a big village, whoever gives birth to a child lights up, and he can find it."

Saying that, the old woman choked up, "Maybe the princess gave birth that day, and there were many guards, Gu Bao was a child less than ten years old after all, maybe he didn't figure out the situation for a while, he went the wrong way after dark, and he fell into the water."

The old woman couldn't help crying when she said it, she didn't have children herself, which shows her desire for children, so she also sympathized with Dou Niang between her words.

"Little Monarch!" Dou Niang stared at Mo Xi's face stupidly, and called again.

"Then why does Dou Niang always call my master the little monarch?" Mu You blinked his eyes, puzzled.

"Ah! Dou Niang is talking about the little county lord!" The old man, who had not spoken for a long time, said.

It's not the "Little Monarch", it's the "Little Lord".

Mo Xi was stunned, is this treating her as a carving?

He and Diao Youning are both delivered by Dou Niang, but even if they are their own mothers, it is difficult for newborn children to recognize them after a month or two, let alone more than ten years later.

"Has Dou Niang ever called someone like this?" Mo Xi asked.

The two old men hesitated for a moment, then shook their heads!

All right!

That's fate!

She can watch it if she wants to, and call it whatever she wants!

At night, Mu You discussed for a while before Dou Niang agreed to sleep in the room next to Mo Xi.

Xu is the birthplace, Mo Xi is not sleepy.

She walked out of the room, and in the middle of the night, there was only the gentle chirping of insects and the sound of gurgling water in the distance.

Mo Xi thought about the scene of the princess giving birth in the evening as described by the old couple and walked out of the courtyard.

to the house where the couple described the princess giving birth.

The moonlight was dim, but I could see the old house clearly.

The old couple said that the owners of this house were newlyweds, and the princess went up the mountain to collect medicine the day after giving birth, and both fell off the cliff and died.

The people in the village were superstitious, so no one dared to live in this house anymore, so for fourteen years, the house has been empty.

Mo Xi took a flashlight from his veterinary medicine box, pushed the door and entered the room.

The door was shabby, creaking, and a little harsh, and the room was filled with black holes, the light of a flashlight swept by, and dust and cobwebs were everywhere.

The rooms in the east room are simply furnished, with only a bed and a table in all directions.

Mo Xi looked at it, the princess lived for three days after giving birth, so she could still see that the heavy tent on the bed had turned black and gray.

The windows are also surrounded by curtains, and the princess gives birth, and the foreign man must be far away.

Mo Xi went to the west room again, which is supposed to be the place where he was born.

The beds were no different, they were all wrapped around a curtain, but the windows were not as tightly covered as the princess's room, and the window paper was long gone, only the weathered window edges.

Mo Xi turned around and looked out, and could roughly see the vague scene outside the shallow moonlight.

But there is one thing that is particularly clear, as if it was painted on a window.

It was a tall stone platform facing the window of the room to the west.

The house is in the west of the village, and there are houses only on the east side of the house, with open land to the west and a wide river under the south slope.

This section of the river is smooth, and in the moonlight, it is like a mirror, just filling the entire window.

The house is on a slow slope, and it is actually dozens of feet away from the river, but from the window, it seems to be right in front of you.

And the protruding stone platform is reflected in the middle of the window, above the river.

Suddenly, Mo Xi became interested in the stone platform.

When she walked out of the dilapidated house, she was about a hundred meters away from the stone platform.

It is a large rock that stands naturally on the bank of the river, very high, and the top of it is smooth and smooth by weathering and perennial rain.

Mo Xi stood up, the breeze was gentle, and the faint cool air on the river surface came to his face.

Turning around, the entire village of houses can be seen.

Moreover, the houses in the village are all facing south, and this large stone is facing the window.

There were one or two families that lit candles because of the crying of children, and Mo Xi could clearly see it when he stood on the stone platform, and the shadow reflected in the window was extremely clear.

There was also a family with the window open, and Mo Xi could even see the man bringing a glass of water to the mother who was leaning on the bed and holding the child.

Mo Xi's eyes swept lightly and saw the house where the original owner was born.

Directly opposite is the window of the west room, and this is much closer than the house just now, presumably if the light is turned on and the window is not blocked, the scene inside can be seen clearly.

"Princess!" The handyman actually followed the ugly princess from afar, and he protected the ugly princess by the will of the king, so there could be no mistakes.

Although Mo Xi's footsteps are very light, he does not deliberately use light skills, so he can still hear martial arts masters such as handymen, cooks, and coachmen.

But they didn't bother Mo Xi, they just followed from a distance.

They really understood the stupidity of their own princess, and went to a dilapidated old house that had been empty for more than ten years in the middle of the night, where is this something that ordinary little girls dare to do.

"It's cold in the middle of the night, so the princess should go back and rest first!" This small body can't do it except for the brain, and if the body freezes again, it will be difficult for them to deal with the prince.

Mo Xi responded lightly and walked off the stone platform.

After breakfast on the second day, I wanted to leave, but this Dou Niang stared at Mo Xi inch by inch.

Even if she has delivered her own mother, she can't say that she will bring someone with her.

Just as Mo Xi got into the carriage, Dou Niang cried, "Bao'er, don't you want your mother?"

…… Mo Xi: This is touching porcelain...... Touching the mother's ......

Dou Niang followed the carriage all the way with tears in her eyes, and when she arrived at the stone platform in the west of the village, she shouted again: "Bao'er! Bao'er!" Go and hold the stone.

"Poor!"

An old man with white hair and white beard on the side of the road couldn't help but sigh when he saw Dou Niang's crazy appearance.

Mo Xi's face was calm, but his heart was dull and tingling.

In her previous life, her mother died early and she had never tasted maternal love, and now seeing Dou Niang miss her son made her feel very uncomfortable.

She got out of the car and watched from a distance, not knowing how to comfort Dou Niang, after all, the child was dead.

"As soon as Dou Niang goes out to deliver the baby, Gu Bao can't find his mother, so he will go up to this stone platform, and when he sees which one is brightly lit, he will look for it."

Saying that, the white-bearded old man sighed, and said, "The night Bao'er died happened to be the princess's little county lord who was born, but the little county lord was born and lost his breath, it was Lang Zhong who Dou Niang carried and went to find Lang Zhong, Lang Zhong saved the little county lord, but her son drowned.