Feng Yue understood that she would simply go out to pick up Luo Qingqing and An Wangshu in person in the future, and just to see how the people in this city were doing.

When I arrived at the nursery in the morning, I could faintly hear the cry of the children, this nursery was different from the capital, most of the babies there were abandoned by diseases or disabilities, and then there were some poor baby girls, most of the nurseries in this city were orphans whose parents died in the war.

Feng Yueming quietly walked into the nursery, there were not many busy adults inside, and as soon as she entered, she saw Luo Qingqing and An Wangshu playing with a few three or four-year-old children.

The two of them heard the sound from the side of the gate, and when they looked up, they saw Feng Yueming standing there looking at them.

The people in the Nursery Hall had already noticed Feng Yueming, and they also saw that this was not an ordinary person, but they wanted to step forward but were stopped by the guards they brought, so they could only look over here secretly.

"Ning Wei, why are you here?" Luo Qingqing saw Feng Yueming coming here, her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, obviously very happy.

"I'm here to pick you up. Feng Yueming slowly walked in front of the two of them, her brows furrowed slightly, she was wearing a big coat and could still feel the cold, but the two of them were only wearing a jacket, not even a cloak, "You are also wearing too little." ”

"It's fine. An Wangshu lowered his head, it was not good to salute Feng Yueming here, so it could only be like this, "We play with the children, but we don't feel cold." ”

When several children saw the unfamiliar Feng Yueming, they shrank their necks one after another, and some even hid behind An Wangshu.

"I'm not a mongrel!" came the child's shrill voice.

Feng Yueming looked over and saw several children gathered in a corner, where did the sound come from.

"You are a Turkic barbarian, a mongrel, a little mongrel, kill your mother. ”

"I'm not! my mother isn't dead!" the child's voice came from within, already crying.

"Heming, go see what's going on?" Feng Yueming didn't ignore An Wangshu and Luo Qingqing's worried expressions, but it was a little strange that they didn't step forward with their temperament.

"Peace. Luo Qingqing heard Feng Yueming's words and tugged at her sleeve, "Don't worry about it." ”

"What?" Feng Yueming looked at Luo Qingqing, her tone was very gentle, "How can you ignore bullying people." ”

"But that's a Turkic child...... Luo Qingqing muttered quietly.

At this time, Heming had already expelled several children gathered there, and when he met the blue eyes of the dirty boy on the ground, he couldn't hide his surprise, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yueming saw Heming standing there still, and walked over with her feet raised.

"Miss......" Heming looked back at Feng Yueming and gave way to let her see the child clearly.

However, the three or four-year-old child has a pair of turquoise blue eyes like gems, and Feng Yueming is also a pause, which is not Turkic blood, but also a Turkic child.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. At this time, a woman suddenly rushed out, knelt in front of Heming, grabbed the child, and slapped the child's buttocks, "My child is not sensible, and it has made the nobles unhappy." ”

Although the woman was anxious, she spoke very methodically, looking at Heming and Feng Yueming's eyes with fear, trembling with fear, but she tightly protected the child in her arms.

Seeing this, Heming took two steps back and looked at Feng Yueming.

Luo Qingqing walked to Feng Yueming's side and pulled her sleeve again, "Ning worry......

Feng Yueming stared at the child thoughtfully, except for the crying of a few babies present, even those children hid and didn't make a sound at all.

"Crane Song, take them. Feng Yueming seemed to have figured out something and made a decision that surprised everyone.

"Yes. Crane replied and looked at the woman, "Let's go." ”

The woman looked at Feng Yueming, who had turned around and was about to leave, gritted her teeth, knowing that she had to go, picked up the child, and stumbled behind Heming.

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"Ning Wei, why did you take them with you?" After Luo Qingqing got into the carriage, he asked Feng Yueming.

"Is that child the woman's parent?" Feng Yueming did not answer Luo Qingqing, but asked An Wangshu, these Luo Qingqing may not be clear, but An Wangshu found out.

"It was the woman who was born by the Turks. An Wangshu frowned and said, this child paid attention to her on the first day she went to the nursery, after all, even if it is a baby, it is difficult to grow up as long as she has Turkic blood, but this child was raised to the age of four.

"That's it. Feng Yueming frowned and nodded, this is a very heavy topic, in addition to grabbing food every year, the Turks will also rob women, and sometimes they will not even rob back, but directly **.

Once these ** women are pregnant, most of them are killed, and if they are not defeated, they will leave here and go elsewhere incognito, but it is obviously impossible for this mother and son, unless they go to the Turks.

"It's not easy for them to be mother and son. An Wangshu sighed, she also watched their mother and son live these days, even in the nursery, other children would bully that child.

"So why did you bring them back?" Luo Qingqing saw that Feng Yueming was no longer talking, and asked again.

"Qingqing, do you say this kid is Han or Turkic?" Feng Yueming asked Luo Qingqing rhetorically.

"Turks......" Luo Qingqing said uncertainly, after all, the child's eyes were blue.

"But the mother of that child is Han. Feng Yueming said softly.

"That's ...... You can't count it like that......" Luo Qingqing still couldn't forget the child's blue eyes.

"Those who are not of my race will have different hearts. An Wangshu whispered beside him, "And this kid hasn't had a good time all these years, what if he hates the people in this city?"

"I'd like to try to raise this child. Feng Yueming whispered.

"Why?" Luo Qingqing asked directly in surprise.

"Most of the Turks are taller than our people. Feng Yueming patiently explained, "This kid thinks the same, if he can become a soldier in the future." ”

"What if he betrays?" An Wangshu looked at Feng Yueming's eyes, this idea Feng Yueming was not the first to have, but the previous proposals were basically rejected.

"But how do you know if you don't try?" Feng Yueming frowned slightly, "He's just an ignorant kid now, if he cultivates ...... well"

But his looks were destined to be unacceptable. An Wangshu said very realistically, "And the army can't believe him." ”

"That's a different one. Feng Yueming's eyes lit up, "What if he is allowed to go to the Turks when he grows up? His appearance should be easier to hide his identity than the spies in my court, right?"