After feeding the exiled criminals, she was forced to reveal herself

Chapter 153 A profound imprint that cannot be changed

Mother Zhang looked at the two packets of sugar-filled sesame seed cakes on the table and smiled helplessly: "Tang Ji is so far away, what should I do if I come back late?"

"Then wait for me."

"If you miss your father's business, my mother will not be able to help you."

"You can't miss it!" Mrs. Zhang calmed her hands and smiled to coax Zhang's mother: "Mother, try it."

"Go get one for your dad."

"Mom, you eat first."

As mother and daughter, you push me and laugh, so affectionate.

Tu Hua found an empty chair aside and sat down to watch Zhang's dream.

As soon as she entered Zhang's consciousness, what she saw was her girlhood. Only deep memories or special emotional experiences would be played back repeatedly in the depths of her consciousness.

[Host, the shielding and blurring function of the consciousness field can only last for three minutes, please hurry up. 】

The system beep sounded in Tu Hua's ears.

"it is good."

In other words, she cannot stay as a "person" around Zhang for too long, otherwise she will attract attention.

She took out from her pocket a few wrestling cards that she had picked out when she fell asleep.

After looking at it, he pulled out a butterfly card.

Tu Hua stood up and threw the butterfly card to her feet before Zhang and her daughter noticed her presence in the dream.

Snapped!
bang——

A cloud of white mist rose.

A very beautiful sapphire blue butterfly flew out of the white mist and landed on the edge of the window at some point.

The river breeze blew, and Tu Hua, who had turned into a butterfly, quietly appeared in the sight of Mrs. Zhang and her mother.

"Mom, butterfly!"

Zhang's mother also saw it and didn't dare to move, for fear that the butterflies would fly away.

"The boat is sailing on the river. I wonder where this butterfly came from?" Zhang's mother was very curious.

Young Mrs. Zhang was very surprised. She stared at the motionless sapphire blue butterfly on the window lattice and liked it very much. "Cuixi and I were waiting for the sesame cakes at Tangji's, and we seemed to have seen such a butterfly."

The girl held her chin, wanting to get closer but fearing that the butterfly would fly away, so she could only look at "Tuhua" helplessly. After a long time, she suddenly praised: "Mom, it is so beautiful."

Zhang's mother looked at it carefully and agreed: "It is indeed beautiful. There are many blue butterflies. Such beautiful blue butterflies are really rare."

Zhang looked at it for a while and found that the butterfly parked on the window lattice was motionless.

"Why doesn't it fly? Is it injured?"

The girl's slender fingers stretched out with a faint scent of osmanthus.

Butterfly (Tuhua) flapped its wings and took two steps back...

Don't touch me!

My first flight, I was a bit afraid of heights and airsick...

Ms. Zhang has never seen such a butterfly that is not afraid of people, and the more she looks at it, the more she likes it.

Tu Hua couldn't help but retreat.

Didn’t Ms. Zhang really want to capture her?
Tu Hua, who was ready to switch to another wrestling card at any time, suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. A beautiful and youthful face.

The fine velvet of youth moved gently in the sunlight. Tu Hua was stunned in place for a moment. Zhang was so beautiful as a girl.

The girl and the butterfly looked at each other.

Zhang's mother took a bite of the sugar-filled sesame seed cake that her daughter brought back for her. The crisp clicking sound made Tuhua feel greedy.

She heard Mrs. Zhang turn around and ask her mother, "Mom, what do butterflies eat?"

This is really a good question. Mother Zhang was stunned for a moment, "It should be something like nectar and leaves."

"Can I eat the crumbled sesame cake?"

"No."

"I can!" Tu Hua blurted out.

Zhang's mother didn't notice it at all. She still lowered her head and ate the sesame seed cake in her hand. This was her favorite bite. It was hard for the girl to still think about her.

The girl's side face has a graceful curve.

Mrs. Zhang stood still for a long time, her cute little ears swaying slightly, and her delicate face slowly turned around, staring at the blue butterfly on the window lattice.

He pinched a little bit of the crumbs from the paper bag with his fingertips and carefully placed it in front of it.

Tu Hua thinks that the wrestling cards produced by the system are excellent. Will transforming in a dream also match the special attributes of the species?

[There is a pulling force between consciousnesses. 】

Tu Hua looked at the girl's eyes and told the system, "I feel like Mrs. Zhang heard me just now."

[Host, yes. 】

Tu Huahu flapped the butterfly wings on both sides. The blue scales on the wings looked even more dazzling in the sunlight.

"She must be wondering how a butterfly can talk."

[People don’t have such a strong sense of identification in dreams. 】

Tu Hua lowered her head and sniffed the broken sesame cake with her tentacles.

A satisfied smile appeared on the girl's face. She was not afraid of the butterfly. She approached the window and folded her chin on her arms, staring intently.

After Zhang's mother ate half of it, the maid who was waiting on the side brought a basin of water, and Zhang's mother took advantage of the situation to clean her hands.

Seeing her daughter staring at the butterfly intently, she didn't bother her.

He just raised his head and looked through the window at the river and the mountains passing slowly in the distance.

"Mom, what's the capital like?"

Hearing the girl's voice, Tu Hua raised her head and listened quietly.

She always felt that the content of the next dream should answer the questions she had here.

Why did a seemingly ordinary day leave such a deep imprint on Ms. Zhang’s heart?

Zhang's mother looked at the river and said, "Mom doesn't know what the capital is like. I heard from your grandfather and uncles that the capital is very prosperous."

"How prosperous is it?" The girl raised her head, her eyes shining brightly.

Mother Zhang looked at her daughter with a smile in her eyes, "You will know when you get to the capital."

The girl straightened up and leaned on the back of her chair, "Mom, how big is the Marquis Mansion?"

Speaking of the Boyuan Hou Mansion returning to Beijing this time, the girl noticed that the expression on her mother's face changed slightly, and she felt a little uneasy.

Zhang's mother shook her head and said, "Mother doesn't know either."

The girl didn't seem to be bothered by the unknown, "My grandfather said that the Marquis' Mansion in Beijing has great rules, so I have to obey my mother's words."

Mother Zhang looked at her daughter and hesitated to speak.

Tuhua flew up gently and fell down again.

Very good, getting used to it.

The girl lowered her head and was deep in thought, and even Tu Hua didn't notice any changes in the Zhang family when she was a girl.

Suddenly, a serious and steady voice fell above the head, which did not seem to come from the mouth of an ignorant girl.

"Mom, don't go to Beijing, don't go back to the Marquis Mansion, come back to my grandfather's house with me."

Zhang's mother was stunned when she heard this.

Tu Hua suddenly stirred up her spirit and raised her noble tentacles!

what's the situation? !

The girl's face is still youthful and bright.

It's just that the pair of dark pupils are no longer the same as before, full of expectations and yearning for the future life.

At this moment, it was a pair of eyes that were weathered and accustomed to the vagaries of the world.

Tu Hua:! ! !
Mrs. Zhang?
The river, the boat, Tang Ji’s sugar-filled biscuits...the young and still alive mother.

Mrs. Zhang lowered her eyes and returned here countless times in her dreams.

Every time, she wanted to change everything that happened next at this moment.

In life, there are always a few nodes that change your destiny.

Zhang was thinking about it countless times in her dreams at midnight.

If God gives her a chance to go back to the past.

What would she do.

Every once in a while, I return to this fateful boat to Beijing.

She always had unrealistic expectations.

If... my mother had not gone to Beijing and returned to Boyuanhou Mansion to be the mistress.

Maybe, she can still have a mother.

(End of this chapter)