Task?" Facing Hua Chao's doubts, Jin Guan pretended to spread his hands lightly and said: "It's all like this, how can I think about any tasks, I'm still obediently locked up here, and enjoy the treatment of my Sixteenth Highness!"

Hua Chao saw him talking and talking, so he lay down, and then crossed Erlang's legs, looking very enjoyable, and became more and more puzzled, she thought to herself, could it be that after he returned to the palace, he felt that it was more comfortable to be His Royal Highness, and he didn't want to continue cultivating, so he really had to give up the task?

Or is it that the wall has ears and he is just talking about fun?

Hua Chao's mood was a little complicated, but looking at Jinguan's tired face, he couldn't bear to continue to ask, so he could only let him sleep like this, while she stayed quietly.

After Song Yuan settled them, he returned to the Guogong Mansion.

He has been with Jinguan all the year round and rarely goes home, so when he came back this time, he inexplicably had some strange meanings, and when he walked to the gate, he hesitated for a while before he took a step and walked inside.

His mother likes to be quiet, so there are very few servants in the house, and there is no one to greet him all the way in, until he walks to the lobby, Steward Zhu does not see him.

When Steward Zhu saw him, he was stunned for a while, and then he greeted him with a smile on his face, and called out respectfully: "Young Master!"

Xu hadn't been called like this for too long, and Song Yuan felt that the title "young master" didn't sound like a good thing, but he was still used to the title of him in the palace on weekdays. However, in the Guogong Mansion, others called him young master, which was a courtesy, and he couldn't refuse, so he could only respond: "Uncle Zhu, has my father come back?"

Steward Zhu replied: "Young master, the master has not returned home today, I don't know if there are still affairs in the palace that have not been completed!"

After listening to Steward Zhu's words, Song Yuan asked again, "What about my mother?"

"Madame is not feeling well today, she has rested early, and she has no appetite for dinner......

"What's the situation?"

"The weather was cool, and I accidentally contracted the wind cold, and the doctor said that just keep it quiet, and it won't get in the way. ”

Hearing this, Song Yuan put his mind at ease, then looked at Steward Zhu and said, "Uncle Zhu, you tell the kitchen to boil some millet porridge, and I will bring it to my mother in a while." ”

"Okay, young master!" Steward Zhu responded, then left the lobby and went to the kitchen to order.

After Steward Zhu left, Song Yuan did not leave, but waited quietly in the lobby, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see his father come back. Instructed Steward Zhu to make the millet porridge boiled in the kitchen ready, and the two maids brought the porridge, Song Yuan felt that he couldn't wait, so he went to his mother's room with the millet porridge.

Standing outside the door, Song Yuan knocked on the door softly, but no one answered for half a sound, so he increased his strength and knocked on the door again, and then a maid's voice came from inside: "Who? Madame is resting!"

"Open the door, it's the young master. The maid on the side muttered in a low voice, and there was the sound of hurried footsteps inside, and then the door was opened.

When the maid inside saw Song Yuan, she was overjoyed and hurriedly led him inside.

"Who?" said the Duchess as she lay on the bed, looked outside, and coughed.

Song Yuan heard the cough, hurriedly walked to the bed, knelt on the side of the bed, and reached out to hold the Duchess Guo's exposed hand outside the quilt.

"Mother, it's a child!"

A familiar but unfamiliar voice came into the ears of the Duchess of Guo, and she struggled to prop on the edge of the bed to get up, but Song Yuan saw this and hurriedly held her up. The Duchess of Guo saw Song Yuan's face clearly, and for a while she was embarrassed and cried with joy.

"Yuan'er, you're back!"

Seeing that his mother's lifeless face immediately had a glimmer of light when he saw him, Song Yuan's heart became more and more uncomfortable. For so many years, he stayed in the palace all the year round, and sometimes he didn't even come back to visit him during the holidays, and when he thought of this, he felt really ashamed of his mother.

"Mother, I'm back. ”

The Duchess reached out and stroked Song Yuan's face, and muttered: "Last time, I heard your father say that you disappeared with His Highness the Sixteenth, and I was worried about my mother for a long time, I was afraid that something would happen to you, and in the past few days, I have had nightmares one after another, and I was still telling your father this morning, but I didn't expect you to come back in the evening, isn't this a dream for my mother?"

Hearing her say this, Song Yuan's heart suddenly twitched, and he felt that he couldn't stand his mother, he reached out and held her hand tightly touching his face, warmed her cold hand with his own hand, rubbed it gently, and said, "Mother, it's not a dream, it's a child!"

The Duchess of Guo stared at Song Yuan carefully, and after looking at it for a while, she confirmed that this was not a dream, but a real one, and couldn't help but smile with relief.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back, it's good to come back!" she said, and was about to get up, but Song Yuan saw it and hurriedly supported her: "Mother, what are you doing when you get up?"

"You haven't eaten yet, I'll go out of the kitchen to make you your favorite braised pork when you were a child!"

Suddenly, Song Yuan's eyes became sour, and his voice choked and shouted, "Mother!" and then threw himself into her arms, his shoulders trembling slightly.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place. But Song Yuan's tears were not sad, but too touched and guilty.

Moved by her mother, who has been remembering her preferences for so many years, she feels guilty that she has not been able to fulfill her filial piety in front of her for so many years. For a moment, two feelings filled his heart, and he couldn't cry out on his own. On the other hand, he knew that after he came back this time, he would not return home for a long time, and his mother would still miss him for many years, and he felt that he was ashamed of being a son of man.

In her eyes, her son will always be a child, he can laugh in front of him, he can also cry in front of himself, no matter what, she can tolerate him, love him, and comfort him with a mother's mind......

After Song Yuan's mood stabilized, the two used millet porridge together.

After finishing the meal, the Duchess felt sleepy, so Song Yuan stayed by her bedside and waited for her to sleep peacefully, and then returned to the lobby. Strangely, he waited for a long time, until late at night, and could not wait for his father to return, and this unusual situation made him a little worried.

So, Song Yuan called Butler Zhu and asked him, "Father doesn't come back so late on weekdays?"

Steward Zhu shook his head and replied: "On weekdays, the master returns home at the end of the day, but tonight, it is a little unusual!"

Listening to Steward Zhu's words, Song Yuan fell into deep thought, and he couldn't help but think, could it be that something happened in the palace?

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