Crown Jewels

Chapter 86 The Memory of the Corner

As for herself?
Born as a daughter, of course she does not have to be restricted by these rules.

If something really happened, it would be okay to ask Song Yan for help.

After all, there are not many available people around me.

Even if Gu Baozhu didn't want to admit it, she actually understood it.

In today's encounter, Song Yan and himself, the two of them were at the critical moment of life and death.

Such a dark and damp coffin, the pungent smell of cinnabar, and, at such a moment of extreme embarrassment, what she heard could subvert the truth of her life.

She was afraid that she would never forget it in this life.

Thinking of this, Gu Baozhu shivered coldly, and suddenly felt a coolness seep from behind.

The wind blows.

The coldness in memory gradually spread to the whole body, and the back was wet with cold sweat.

She pinched her fingertips slightly loose, revealing little red marks.

Her body was as soft as a ball of cotton, her feet were clearly on the ground, but Gu Baozhu's legs suddenly lost strength.

Holding on to his strength, he called out to Song Yan in vain.

The breeze is coming, blowing the summer heat wave.

The setting sun in the sky releases the last orange brilliance, and finally the silver twilight, slowly darkening.

At the same time, Gu Baozhu's eyes darkened and he could no longer hold on.

Song Yan saw that Gu Baozhu promised to be soon, although he was a little surprised, he was slightly relieved.

In fact, at the beginning, he didn't expect that Gu Baozhu could really tell himself everything and trust himself unconditionally.

But at least, when she thought of today's promise and hesitated to tell herself.

Perhaps, there is still some possibility of discovering the clues.

Just when he was about to say something, Song Yan raised his eyes and saw Gu Baozhu's strangeness. His expression changed drastically, and he quickly stepped forward to catch her.

At this moment, Gu Baozhu's face turned pale, his eyes were tightly closed and he fell into a coma.

Her face was still flushed abnormally, and her breath was slightly weak.

Song Yan caught a glimpse of the red marks on Gu Baozhu's fingers, his pupils shrank slightly, and there was self-blame remorse in his eyes, and he knew it.

It turned out that Gu Baozhu had been holding on just now.

Gu Baozhu just felt dizzy and dizzy.

She didn't know who she was or where she was.

It's like sleepwalking!
She was in a void, or in the deepest memory of her childhood.

Walking like that, wanting to reach the final destination.

Finally, a ray of light came through in front of him, and his eyes reflected the person he had seen for a long time in the depths of his memory.

On the beauty couch by the window, a woman with a dark bun has a gentle expression and a glamorous complexion.

Seeing the villain coming in from the door, he put down the half-sewn cotton socks, looked at Gu Baozhu with a helpless smile,

That smile dazzled Gu Baozhu's eyes.

At some point, my mother became seriously ill.

In my memory, I seem to have never seen my mother smiling like this, with a relaxed expression.

Gu Baozhu wanted to get close to her, but he was too timid to be close to home, so he hesitated in place.

Seeing the little girl just staring at her blankly, Prince Gong and Princess Gong pulled her closer, and pulled the little treasure into her arms.

"What's wrong with my Baozhu?"

Princess Gong said, holding the little girl's hand, the coldness of the tentacles made her frown slightly, and she couldn't help but blame in her eyes.

"Is this going out to play in the snow again?"

"Little Hairy Monkey, just like your father, he doesn't give me peace of mind."

Gu Baozhu was stunned to see Princess Gong's angry appearance, and put his face close to her embrace, feeling an unspeakable sourness in his heart.

After a moment of tenderness, he poked his head out cautiously.

Gu Baozhu stared at Princess Gong's plain face, not daring to blink.

I just want to take advantage of the opportunity in my dream to engrave the image of her mother and concubine Yanyan Yanyan deeply into my mind.

She didn't want the mother and concubine in her memory to always have that long-sick, bloodless face.

His eyes slid down his face, and fell on Prince Gong's white and slender hands.

Looking at the half-made cotton socks in the mother's hands, Gu Baozhu grinned.

It's great that today's mother is in good health, and she still has the energy to sew cotton socks for her father.

Seeing Gu Baozhu staring at the cotton socks closely, Princess Gong thought she was eating it.

She hurriedly hugged Xiao Baozhu into her arms again, rubbed her cheek against her straight nose, and said very patiently.

"Zhuzhu! You little clever ghost—"

"This time, you can't complain to your mother and concubine about the cold outside, so as to grab your father's first pair of cotton socks in winter."

Princess Gong's words were like a thread of memory, reminding Gu Baozhu of a few fragments scattered in her memory.

The specific reason, in fact, Gu Baozhu didn't remember very clearly.

But every year at the beginning of winter, she always plays a boring game with her father and king, grabbing the first pair of shoes and socks in winter made by her mother and concubine.

as if……

Whoever grabs the cotton socks will occupy a higher position in the heart of the concubine mother.

The game is simple, but she and her father often enjoy it.

Gu Baozhu was dumbfounded, curled his lips aggrieved for a long time.

"Mother, you are biased—"

"Father Wang can obviously make shoes and socks made by the nuns. I am still so young, and I need more care from my mother--"

Seeing that Xiao Baozhu was dissatisfied with shaking her chubby body, she stretched out her little fleshy hand and made a "small" gesture to herself.

Princess Gong smiled, pinched Xiao Baozhu's cheek and said slightly annoyed.

"Little witty ghost—"

"The pair you are wearing now, didn't the concubine mother secretly make it for you without telling your father?"

"It's not you who insisted on running outside in Xuetian, but now you dare to come to Mother Concubine and complain about the cold outside."

Gu Baozhu was slightly embarrassed when he heard the words, and put his head into Prince Gong's arms again and rubbed it.

"As for your father—"

"You can't wear the shoes and socks sewn by the nanny. Naturally, they are made by others, and your father is uncomfortable to wear."

Princess Gong hugged the little Bao'er in her arms, and said patiently.

"My concubine said this, can Zhuzhu understand?"

Little Baozhu curled her lips in disbelief when she heard the words, and she actually refuted in a manner.

"Father and king often say that poor sons are rich and daughters—"

"Father, as a man, is married and at such an old age, why is he so delicate?"

"Why can't we wear the shoes and socks made by Mammy?"

In the eyes of the child, there was pure and non-malicious dislike, and the clear and clear childish words made Prince Gong and Princess Gong smile again.

After a while, he patted Gu Baozhu's back lightly, breathed gently and said in a warm voice.

"Zhuzhu probably forgot—" "My concubine told you that your father is different from others."

Gu Baozhu was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and his expression was a little dull.

Princess Gong said that his father was a little different from others.

But she doesn't seem to have such a thing in her current memory, and she doesn't seem to remember it.

When she was a child, relying on her parents' favor, she was naughty and quarrelsome, so she probably didn't take what her mother and concubine said to her heart.

Or, those fragmentary memories have long been buried deep in her memory.

Time allowed her to grow up, but she failed to leave much impression on her past memories.

The girl kissed Prince Gong's concubine affectionately on her cheek, and Gu Baozhu enjoyed the feeling at this moment very much.

She lowered her head, suppressed the palpitations in her chest, and tightened the hand holding Princess Gong even tighter to cover up all her emotions.

"Mother--"

"Father and others, what is the difference?"

Little Baozhu spoke childishly, she was awkward and refused to come out of her arms.

When Princess Gong heard this, the smile in her eyes gradually faded.

She took the initiative to pull Gu Baozhu out of her arms, touched the bun on her head, and guided her gently.

"Did Zhuzhu ever remember—"

"The concubine mother told you the story about your aunt being different from others when she was born?"

Gu Baozhu clenched her fist, suddenly her eyes lit up, her chin slightly lifted with a bit of satisfaction.

"My concubine said, but my aunt was born extraordinary—"

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