wedding dress

Chapter 1 begins with death

In the middle of the night Xiaodong was woken up by someone shaking, the house was in a mess, the maids were in a hurry, and the wet nurse Hu put clothes on her one by one.

Her eyes were red and her lips were trembling slightly.

When she lowered her head to put on Xiaodong's shoes, Xiaodong reached out and touched her face.

"Mother Hu? What's the matter?"

Hu wiped his face indiscriminately, wrapped her in a cloak, and quickly whispered in her ear: "Let's go to see your mother."

It was dark outside and the wind was strong.Mrs. Hu hugged her, and behind them were many servant girls, big and small, shrinking their heads, sluggish and cowering, like quails who were drenched by the heavy rain and didn't know where to go.

Xiaodong lay on Hu's mother's shoulder.

Mother—how is the mother's illness?
Mother... To her, it was very strange and distant.Xiaodong only saw her a few times, each time the room was dark, the doors and windows were closed, the woman was half lying down, smiling at her with difficulty, her outstretched wrists were pale and thin, skinny, with prominent veins.

"Xiaodong, come, come to mother..."

She was a little timid, and every time it was Hu who led her over and put her little hand in the patient's.

"She these days, okay?"

Mrs. Hu replied: "Okay, the little princess is very obedient, not picky eaters, and not noisy."

The woman nodded.

The room is very stuffy, with a charcoal basin lit in front of the bed, hot and stale air rises and pervades, even if you hold your breath, the breath is pervasive, sticking firmly in the hair, clothes, skin, and coming out of the room For a long time, Xiaodong still felt that smell lingering around her.

She touched under the pillow with her hand, but she couldn't find it for a while, she leaned up a little, and continued to grope.

Then she finally took out something and put it in Xiaodong's palm.

"Here, this is for you..." She gasped, obviously speaking like this was difficult for her to support.

Xiaodong lowered his head to look, it was a snow-white and warm jade rabbit, the size of a big apricot, with rubies embedded in the rabbit's eyes, lifelike.

"Like it?"

Xiaodong nodded.

She smiled gratifiedly: "Let's go out and play with Mama Hu..."

Xiaodong looked at her, but didn't move.

"Take her out, don't get sick..."

The woman suddenly grabbed the veil beside the pillow to cover her mouth and nose, turned her head to the bed, and coughed violently.

Mrs. Hu hurriedly grabbed her back a few steps, said goodbye, and carried her out of the room.

Except for that one time, Xiaodong was taken there twice later, one time she was in a coma, and the other time she couldn't even speak, and could only look at her with a sad and tired expression, and the corners of her eyes were dry.

Hu's footsteps were in a hurry, and he stumbled when going up the steps, almost falling down.

She instinctively hugged Xiaodong in her arms even tighter.

The strong wind whipped people's faces like a whip, and the dust got into their eyes.Hu stopped there, tightly closed his eyes and opened them again.

The door curtain was picked up, Hu took a deep breath, and walked in with Xiaodong in his arms.

Suddenly entering the bright room from the outside, Xiaodong saw nothing in front of him for such a short moment.

There were so many candles lit in the room, it seemed never so bright.

Hu carefully placed Xiaodong on the ground, opened the wrapped cloak, and gently pushed her: "Go talk to mother, go."

No one said anything to Xiaodong.

But in her own heart, she understood.

Her mother... was dying.

In just one month, Xiaodong faced two deaths.

Last time, it was her own.

What death brought her was not a permanent end, but a strange beginning, and she became a three-year-old girl, Zhao Xiaodong.

When she opened her eyes and found all this, she was not inexplicably horrified.

Even death has been experienced, what is there to be frightened about?
But what about the original Xiaodong?Where did the original soul go in the body of the young, three-year-old girl?
She didn't know that everything happened without warning, and she just woke up.

Coincidentally, it was the same name as her previous life.Han Xiaodong?Zhao Xiaodong?

Which Xiaodong is real?

The woman changed her clothes, combed her hair, and put on some light makeup. She leaned against the head of the bed, just like the first time Xiaodong saw her, stretched out her hand, and said softly, "Xiaodong, come here."

Obviously... He obviously doesn't have deep feelings for her, but Xiaodong can't explain the huge panic and pain in his chest right now...

She walked over slowly, and the woman gently held her little hand.

"Xiaodong...Xiaodong..."

She gently caressed her daughter inch by inch with her gaze, replacing hugging and real touching, as if she wanted to firmly engrave her image in her heart and never forget it.

For the first time, Xiaodong was able to look at her mother so clearly and closely.

She was a beauty, and although she was out of shape, she could still see her beauty and elegance.Her hair does not appear to be dry and thin due to illness at all. She probably used a lot of hair oil and combed it into a bright and neat spiral bun. There is a red gold hairpin on it, and rouge has been lightly swept on her face. She looks like a healthy person. Some blush.

Her eyes are not as cloudy and dim as Xiaodong once saw her, but clear and bright.

But Xiaodong didn't feel happy at all.

She had already thought of the word backlight.

No one else in the room didn't understand either.The maids were standing around them, although there were so many people, the room was so quiet that there was no noise.

"In the future, you must listen to what your father and brother say."

Xiaodong stared at her blankly, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Her little hand gripped her mother's finger tightly.Although it looks glamorous and healthy, the touch cannot be fooled.Her skin lacked elasticity, like astringent and dry mulberry paper.Beneath the soft skin were bones, which were hard and brittle, yet seemed so brittle, as if a little effort could break her bones.

At this moment, Xiaodong felt as if she was standing on a precarious and suspended bridge.Behind her is the distant future, and in front of her is the unpredictable past.

There is no way back, and the future is bleak.

And the person in front of her, her mother in this life, her relatives, was about to leave her.

Xiaodong felt uncomfortable.

It's not that I want to cry, I just feel... I can't breathe, and something is stuffed in my chest, as heavy as lead.That feeling of powerlessness, the breath of death permeated around him.

No one can resist the coming of death.

The mother didn't speak any more, but just looked at her quietly, with infinite love and compassion in her eyes.

She herself knew that she was running out of time.

The door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and Xiaodong slowly turned his head to look.

A man in a black cloak came in from outside, his pace was so fast that the cold wind from outside was brought in.

The maids and servants in the room knelt together: "My lord."

Someone went up to him and took off his cloak, Xiaodong was startled.

This person... is her father?
Still a prince?
He looked young and handsome, with an extraordinary bearing, even though his face was anxious and short of breath, he still had the demeanor of a handsome man.

This man was nothing like a father who was married and had children.

He strode over, stopped in front of the bed, and called out, "Qing Yuan."

Mrs. Hu picked Xiaodong up and stepped aside, giving up the seat in front of the bed.

"Qingyuan, I'm here."

Is Qingyuan her name?sounds so good.

She smiled at him and said, "You're here."

Xiaodong was carried out by Mrs. Hu, and when she arrived in a warm room, Mrs. Hu poured hot tea for her, and someone brought her some snacks.

Mrs. Hu asked her, "Is Xiaodong hungry? Would you like to eat a little?"

Xiaodong shook his head.

Mrs. Hu put a piece of dim sum in her hand.

The dim sum was soft and glutinous, Xiaodong shivered.

Hu asked, "Is it cold?"

not cold.

She just thought of the hand she was holding just now, a skinny, lifeless hand.

The door curtain was raised, and a child's voice asked, "Mother Hu, is sister here?"

Mrs. Hu hurriedly stood up: "The prince is here too? The little princess is in the house."

Xiaodong raised his head curiously.

There was a boy, about six or seven years old, standing by the door.

His eyes are black and white, like jade, and his skin is like clotted cream. He is really a beautiful and excessive child.

"Sister Xiaodong."

Xiaodong looked at him without saying a word.

Mrs. Hu asked: "Is the prince here with the prince?"

"Well," he turned his head and glanced at the main room with a sad expression, but he quickly turned his head again: "Father said that I should accompany my sister."

Do you not want your children to watch their mother die?
Hu turned his head and quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve: "It's not close from the capital all the way here. Is your son hungry? I'll ask someone to bring some food."

He said: "I'm not hungry, I'm here to accompany my sister."

He picked up a piece of dim sum on the plate and handed it to Xiaodong: "Sister, this is for you to eat."

Mrs. Hu asked him: "Who came here with Shizi? Did you bring a change of clothes?"

"Mother Liu and the others didn't come, but my father and I came." He kept passing the snack in his hand to Xiaodong's mouth: "Sister eat."

Xiaodong also had a piece of snack in his hand, but he hadn't eaten it all this time, and was almost sweating.

Mrs. Hu took off his outer robe and shoes for him, and he also sat on the kang.Xiaodong didn't want to throw the dim sum in his hand, and he didn't want to eat it, so he just handed it to him.

The boy's eyes lit up: "Sister, is this for me to eat?"

He really took it and started to eat it. He ate so fast that he was a little choked, and Mrs. Hu quickly brought over a steaming bowl of sweet soup.

"Master, slow down."

He patted his chest, a little embarrassed: "I haven't eaten since noon, and I just ate some dry food and snacks on the way."

Xiaodong spoke, and asked in a low voice, "Brother?"

"That's right, I'm my brother." The boy was pleasantly surprised: "I thought I haven't seen you for so long, and you forgot about me."

Hu said: "How can it be, but the eldest son and the princess have not seen each other for more than half a year. The little princess may feel that the birth will be fine in a while."

"Yeah." He took Xiaodong's hand: "When I talk to my sister more, she won't feel like giving birth. By the way, I have been studying in Jixian Hall since the beginning of spring this year."

Jixian Hall?what is itAcademy?The name doesn't sound like a private school.

Sitting aside, Mrs. Hu looked at the two children, with a slight smile on her face: "In a blink of an eye, my son has reached the age of studying, and life flies so fast."

Boys are still children, but they are trying to be adults when they talk.Talking about reading, Xiaodong was very excited, but Xiaodong didn't quite understand, and he was small, squinting his eyes, listening to him half asleep and half awake.

Suddenly she heard someone crying.It seems far and near, and it seems real and unreal.

Startled, Xiaodong raised his head and opened his eyes.

That's right, it's crying.

At first it was a solitary cry, and then many others began to cry.

Hu leaned over and looked at her with concern.

"Sister, sister, don't be afraid..."

The boy picked her up, pressed her head against his chest, and said in a trembling voice, "My sister is not afraid...not afraid..."

Xiaodong's tears flowed out all at once, and were quickly sucked away by the boy's clothes.The soft and thick material sticks to the face, giving it a moist warmth.

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