MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 241 Finale (38)

241 Finale (38)

She was standing under this sycamore tree, thinking of her beloved man, wondering if he was doing well at the border? Have you eaten well? Haven't slept yet?

For more than two years, they are thousands of miles apart. She is guarding this deep palace, guarding his rivers and mountains, guarding her day-to-day thoughts of him, and only hopes that he will come back to her with him after ending the war earlier.

"Mother," she was thinking of God, and there was a childish call from the door.

Two pink-carved and jade-carved children were led in by the grandmother from the outside and called her from afar. The two children were a man and a woman, and the girl was four years old, with big eyes. The boy was three years old, with phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a face that resembled his father. As soon as he entered the garden, he broke the hands of the grandmother and hurriedly ran towards Manyu.

The moment he saw the two children, his original sadness immediately became very tender. She opened her arms and caught the boy who ran over. She smiled like a pet, saying, "Mother is here, what are you doing so urgently?" She hugged the child's small body and let him sit on her lap. , Lovingly pulled away the broken hair on his forehead. Then she stretched out to the girl who was steadily approaching, led by the mother-in-law, with soft light in her eyes, and kindly greeted, "Nianer, come to your mother too."

When the grandmother came to salute her, the little girl came to her with a smile and yelled, "Mother."

She embraced her lovingly and lovingly. The child named Nianxiang was the daughter of Henxiang and Zongzheng. When Kian Xiang died, Zong Zheng made no effort and took no notice. He took her with him as a child and loved him. And this child has been more sensible than other children since he was a child, and it is really flattering.

As for the little boy, it is naturally the son of Man Man and Zong Zheng who has no worries. The word Zongzheng worry-free for him is that he hopes that he will be smooth and no matter what he does, he will be the final winner.

"I miss my mother." Zong Zhengying grabbed her mother's neck with one hand, playing with her hair mischievously, with a sweet tone, and a sly look flashed in Feng's eyes.

Manxi immediately pushed away his small body, and asked alertly, "Are you in trouble again?" Whenever the child showed this expression, there was a serious mistake made.

"No ... no." Zong Zhengying blinked his eyes and shook his head to deny it.

Looking at the innocent expression made by her son, she sank her face and scolded, "Win, don't lie."

Zong Zheng's winking eyes rolled around, and when she saw her face was stern, she dropped her head and kept silent.

Seeing him look so arrogant, she was more certain that something was happening, and her face became a little heavier.

Nian'er saw that she was angry, raised her small hand, and smoothed her breasts, and comforted with a childish voice: "Mother is angry. His brother is just ... Suspicious of Ming Fu, who ordered him to tie up Fu. "

He froze for a moment, his face immediately became angry, and reprimanded his son sternly: "It's ridiculous! Tai Fu is busy with his daily business, taking time to go to the palace to teach you to study, you don't study well, but you don't care about it?" She can imagine it, the expression of helplessness at the moment in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Zong Zheng shrank his neck and saw that she was really angry, so she looked at her with eyes wide open, and screamed pitifully: "Mother. The baby has learned well, he is too good, he teaches those things too slowly, those things ... I have already learned it three months ago, and he kept talking. I told him to talk about the latter. He refused to ... "He said while peeping at his mother's face, and saw that his mother had been staring at him. , Dull complexion, do not speak. , His voice slowly lowered.

Man frowned, "So you ordered someone to tie Taifu?" The child didn't know who he was like? It's so bad, it's a headache. She was not well, she didn't have much energy to control him, and she knew that she didn't have much time, she didn't want to scold him, let alone hit him. But this child, he is always like this, noisy all day, no one can control him.

Zong Zhengying narrowed his lips and kept silent.

He shook his head helplessly, "Win, when will you be as sensible as your sister? Your mother can't stay with you all the time, you look like this, your father won't like it." With that said, my heart began to feel dull and breathed Can't get up, his face turned pale immediately.

Zong Zheng won the sight of her mother bending down, covering her chest with her hands, her frowns wrinkled, her face pale, her lips trembling but speechless, as if she was in pain. He hesitated for a moment and panicked. Quickly jumped off her mother's knees, kneeled in front of her, took her hand, and hurriedly asked: "Mother, what's wrong with you? The child knows wrong, don't be scared, mother ..."

Nian Er was flustered, but she had seen this before, and remembered that Aunt Xiao had fed her mother a pill. She turned around and called to the grandma who was there: "Go and ask Aunt Xiao, go."

The grandmother turned back and ran out.

Xiao Ke arrived soon, and fed her a pill before helping her to lie down in the room. After helping her take the pulse, her face dignified: "Sister, didn't you tell me not to work so hard? Don't be angry, you can't be sad, why don't you listen?"

Mangan took medicine, took a step back, shook his head at Xiao Ke with a bitter smile, "As long as a person lives for a day, there will be joy and sorrow ... How can it be so peaceful, then will it not become wood?"

She also wanted to let herself live the rest of her life peacefully, but those feelings that had accumulated in her heart did not let her go. Whenever she thinks of worry-free, she can't miss her sadness; when she thinks of Rong Qi, she cannot miss her guilt; when she thinks of Bianguan, she becomes worried and anxious; when she thinks about this child, she can't help worrying about him, afraid He won't get the worry-free affection in the future, and he won't be able to keep his worry-free life after she leaves ... the more he cares, the sadder he becomes.

Xiao Ke sighed, turned his head, glared at Zong Zhengying, and said, "Did you make your mother angry again? Auntie can tell you, if you anger your mother, no one will hurt you in the future." ! "

Zong Zheng won his face. He was protected very well from an early age. At this time, he didn't know what it meant by "lost". All he knew was that he had annoyed his mother, he bowed his head, his voice aggrieved, "Mother, the baby knows wrong."

Looking at him with a look of anxiety, he felt a pain in his heart, thinking about it, this child is just three years old, what can he understand? She sighed and reached out to him, "Win, come here."

Zong Zhengying walked slowly to the bed, raised his hand and held his small face that looked like Wuyou, and said with a long heart: "Win, don't blame your mother for being harsh on you, you are born with others No. You are a prince and a future emperor! In the future, what you say and do is related to the fate of the entire country. You must not act arbitrarily. You must be an excellent emperor like your father ... you understand mother Do you mean? "

Zong Zheng won a small face and frowned, and seemed to be thinking seriously what she said. For a three-year-old child, the destiny of the country could not be understood for him, and it was too heavy. . He thought for a while before raising his eyes, unlike the usual bad faith, but asked his mother solemnly: "What the mother just said, Tai Fu also said. But the mother ... I don't understand why the Prince cannot play Isn't the prince a child? Then ... what should the prince look like? Like the prince, he has a face all day long, ca n’t say something, ca n’t laugh if he wants to laugh, and ca n’t walk when he ’s… What do you mean? Mother ... I do n’t want to be a prince? You always tell me about my father ... But I do n’t even know what my father looks like ... They all say, I look like my father, when I look in the mirror Why can't you imagine your father? "

Shocked in the bottom of his heart, he stared at the child's serious face, and suddenly found that the child had a lot of things she hadn't noticed, and her hands were stiffened there. Because of the child's inferiority, he always thought that he only knew how to play, but at this moment, the question he asked in his childish voice was so sharp that she couldn't answer it. If she is not his mother, she can tell him, because it is his innate responsibilities, but she is his mother. These responsibilities are imposed on him by her and his father. They did not ask him if he wanted to. , Did not give him a chance to choose.

As a mother, she suddenly felt that she had failed because she had never really understood her son's heart. Every day she is immersed in the thoughts of worry-free and the guilt of those who have passed away. She thought that for her children, as long as he has nothing to worry about, grow up in peace, and coax him to hug him in the leisure of government affairs. Yes, it is not! He also has rich feelings in his heart. It is so sad that a child needs to look in the mirror to find his father's shadow.

She caressed his forehead distressedly, a sadness struck in her heart, and tears almost couldn't help flowing. She lowered her eyelids and choked slightly: "Go out and play, my mother is tired."

Zong Zhengying also lowered his eyelids, and his little pupil blinked a little dark, but he resigned with a smile.

The two children left, leaving the man to let the Ming and Qing dynasties. After that, I couldn't help crying.

Xiao saw that she was so sad, and there was sadness between her brows. She stood aside, crying silently.

The wailing man became more and more sad, his body trembling. Her son is still so young, how could she be willing to leave like this? !! Fate, why is she so cruel? There is no solution to destiny, this is what it means! 2k novel reading network