Lord, return your seed

"Wan'er, Wan'er!"

Perhaps it was because Hu Linger's hand was separated, and Zhou Qingrou, who was sleeping, cried out in a panic.

Hu Ling'er quickly turned around and held her hand again, but saw that her face was fixed, a reassuring smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she fell silent.

Hu Ling'er sighed speechlessly, but Mu Qihua, who was standing behind her, looked at Hu Ling'er's back with a troubled expression, and then lowered his head.

After a while, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and said, "Girl..."

"Call me Tang Ling."

Mu Qihua paused slightly, a little embarrassed, a little hesitant, but he didn't know how to speak.

Seeing his hesitation, Hu Ling'er smiled and said, "My lord, if you have something to say, just say it."

Taking a deep breath, Mu Qihua finally said, "Miss Tang, I don't know where you are from, why are your parents willing to let you live in this cottage?"

After all, the prime minister is the prime minister. Although it was only three short days, he had already seen that this place was supposed to be a cottage where bandits gathered, and Tang Meng, whom she called her eldest brother, was obviously not her biological brother.

"Where am I from? My parents?" Hu Linger was suddenly in a trance, with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth: "To tell you the truth, I suffered a serious head injury before, and I forgot my past, not to mention my parents, even my surname I can’t remember what it’s called.”

Mu Qihua was greatly surprised by Hu Ling'er's words. After a moment of daze, he pressed her shoulder and said, "Oh, you are also a poor child."

With that said, Mu Qihua looked at his wife on the bed again, and said with a sad face: "When Waner's mother gave birth to her, she almost had a dystocia, and because of her health, she had to leave us, although her mother occasionally I will go to accompany her for a while, but what a cruel thing this is for a child who needs the love of his parents. We always feel that we owe her too much. And Wan'er's brother has been working since he was 20 years old. Stationed in the frontier fortress. Although the old man has a high position and authority, he still cannot change the loneliness and pain of not being accompanied by children. Now that Wan'er is gone, I am afraid that her mother will not be able to bear the blow. If I am the only old man left, then Our family is over."

Mu Qihua sighed again, his eyes fell on Hu Linger's face again, and he said expectantly: "Miss Tang, you are a good girl with a kind heart, and you should be at the age when you are held in the hands of your parents, but now But...so this old man wants...to recognize you as a foster daughter, would you be willing?"

Hearing his request, Hu Ling'er was not too surprised. She can understand the pain of losing a daughter in the elderly, and a white-haired man giving a black-haired man; she can also understand the urgent need to find a sustenance, and His words also spoke to her pain.

Because, she really longs to have her parents to love her, to have a home that can shelter her from wind and rain.

Moreover, this person is still a prime minister, and as his adopted daughter, she is the young lady of the prime minister's family, so she will have no worries about food and clothing from now on.

However, these are not what she needs.

"My lord, I'm sorry, I..." Hu Ling'er was about to refuse, but before she finished speaking, Mu Qihua grabbed her hand and said earnestly, "Ling'er, you are a girl after all. There will always be inconveniences in the mountains, you go back with us, if one day you remember, the old man will help you find your family, okay?"

Hu Ling'er continued to remain silent, looking at this piece of skin that was still full of energy but already covered with wrinkles, she didn't know what to say.

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded: "Old man, don't embarrass this child anymore, I know Wan'er is dead, and she will never come back."

Hu Ling'er turned her head and saw that Zhou Qingrou had woken up at some point. She opened her eyes and looked at her directly, but tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

Her hand was still holding her tightly, and her eyes were sad: "My child, thank you these days, if it weren't for you, I really don't know..."

The choking voice was replaced by a low sob, Zhou Qingrou closed her eyes, the tears flowed more and more, and she could no longer speak.

Seeing that miserable look, Mu Qihua turned his face away, but secretly wiped away his tears.

Feeling the warmth from her hands, Hu Ling'er looked at Zhou Qingrou's heartbroken face, she was slightly startled, then slowly leaned down and hugged her, and said softly: "Mother, don't cry."

The three people present were all startled, Zhou Qingrou was so surprised that she forgot to cry, opened her eyes and looked at Hu Linger who had her head on her chest, and heard her continue: "Mother, I will be your daughter from now on."

Zhou Qingrou finally came back to her senses, and while patting her on the back, said: "Okay, okay, my good daughter, my good daughter."

Tears burst the embankment again, this time weeping with joy.