Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 932
At night, the wind and snow that had fallen all day not only did not stop, but also tended to intensify.Outside the city of Bianjing, the cold wind howled like the howling of wild animals.Nearly a year of war has left the crops sparse on this land, and the sky and earth are silvery white, desolate and almost uninhabited.

There is a small river beside the official road, and beside the stream is a small hut that was abandoned by villagers. Outside the hut, there is a black tarpaulin carriage parked.On this devastated land, abrupt carriages, snow-covered thatched huts, and slight coughing sounds all became dilapidated portrayals of this military disaster.

"Girl, girl?"

An old woman with a slightly hunchback was wearing a pair of long-sleeved and double-breasted gowns, tied around her waist with silk. It seemed that the texture was from a wealthy family.She yelled twice, but didn't hear a response, and stooped into the small hut.He lifted the girl who was limp in the straw, fed water from the cowhide bag in his hand into her mouth, and groaned.

"Sin, oh, sin! How can you be so sick?"

That girl is Peng Xin who came from afar.

In the dim light, her pale face looked like a ghost.

The former saintesses of Miaojiang were beautiful, aloof and unapproachable.In just a few months, she has changed her appearance now.

When she gave birth to her son, she suffered from dystocia and hemorrhage, her body suffered a little loss, her qi and blood were deficient, and after sitting out for a month, not only did she lose her body, but she also became thinner and thinner. After a few boils, she became so thin that she was almost out of shape.

This time when Xixi went to Lin'an Mansion to pick up people, Nanny Song followed Peng Xin's mother and son to Xinglong Mountain without saying a word. Feel the pulse and prescribe a prescription...

However, when Peng Xin and others went up to Xinglong Mountain, they learned that Mo Jiu had brought them to Bianjing City.Seeing that her shabby body was getting worse day by day, she was afraid of the cold all day long, coughing all day long, and the people accompanying her were worried that she would not be able to survive this winter.

Nanny Song couldn't stand it any longer, and together with Chi Xi urged her to put the child in Xinglong Mountain and put it in the care of the nanny, then went to Bianjing Mansion to look for Mo Jiu, and asked Xiao Qian to diagnose the pulse and cure the disease.

Peng Xin didn't want to come at first, but she couldn't bear Nanny Song's repeated pleadings, especially Nanny Song said that the child is still young, so she can't do without a mother, if she doesn't take care of her body, she will be sick once she dies. The child will definitely be admitted to Prince An's Mansion, when the time comes, how will the future little princess wait to see the child she gave birth to?
No woman is not afraid that after her death, other women will abuse her children, and Peng Xin is no exception.Think about that one day, even though she was still ill, her spirit gradually recovered, and she cherished her own life even more.

A woman is weak, but a mother is strong.

For the sake of the little guy in her swaddling baby who was waiting to be fed, she finally stopped being stubborn, left her youngest son behind, and followed Kexi to Bianjing.

In order to arrive as soon as possible, a group of people traveled day and night without stopping.As a result, perhaps the wind and snow were too heavy, Peng Xin couldn't take it anymore and coughed more and more as soon as he walked to the place where there was no village or shop behind.

The closer you get to Bianjing, the more complicated it becomes.It is not far from Nanrong Camp, but no one can guarantee what will happen on the road ahead.Seeing this, Chi Xi suggested to temporarily settle Peng Xin in this small thatched hut that could take shelter from the wind, and sent a Mohist disciple to report to the camp, while he and Nanny Song stayed to take care of her.

"Mommy..."

Peng Xin opened his slightly swollen eyes, listened to the howling wind outside, rolled his eyes again, glanced at the weak light in the small hut, moistened his lips bitterly, and said apologetically in a hoarse voice: "I'm the one who dragged you down." gone."

(End of this chapter)