The maid is the queen

Chapter 223

Yayala, I told me to put the child in the room. She looked around like a thief and closed the courtyard door. I couldn't laugh or cry. Am I stealing the child?He came to me by himself, and who dares to steal the emperor's child, he thinks his life will not grow up.

After entering the room and putting the child on the bed to sleep, he opened his eyes and looked at me, then closed them to sleep peacefully, his little hands grabbed my clothes and refused to let me go.

I didn't want to be suspected, so I opened the yard door, and even the room door, so as not to get into trouble.

I made little shoes with Yaya, but I screamed inside when I didn’t finish half of it. The little prince woke up, went in and hugged him a little helplessly, and even urinated on my bed, and changed his little pants lightly Pat his ass: "You actually wet the bed."

He laughed and hugged my neck and kissed me until I was not angry anymore, just take out the quilt and dry it in the sun, this kid is very smart, he would often wet the bed and get beaten, so he learned it This set.

He nestled in my arms with his bare buttocks and looked at me quietly, not making a fuss, and when the shoes were ready for him to wear, he squeezed his feet and kicked them away. He still picks at a young age. It would be disgusting, but it's really bad.

The twilight was getting heavy, Yaya and I went out to drive the cattle and sheep back to the pen, and we had to carry him in our arms. I was a little impatient. Why didn't his father come to take him back? Should we send him back?

But what if they are sent back and are not allowed to leave again?At night, he started to cry, even when I turned around, he was holding my feet and crying, as if he was afraid that I would leave him.

I have a terrible headache, this is really hard to do, the night is coming, the child refuses to follow, Xia Juntang didn't come back and the emperor didn't come to pick him up.

I know there must be people from the emperor watching, but I can't really put the child on the grass and ignore me. Does he want me to send the child back?

The baby was crying so hard that I was heartbroken and annoyed. No matter how hard I hugged her, I couldn't do anything. I gritted my teeth and said, "Yaya, let's go to the city."

I really don't believe that he can abandon the child. He is using the child to achieve his goal, so he is no different from the kidnapping of Lang Xiao.

The two of them took advantage of the twilight to walk into the city. Fortunately, they were also close. There are still many people guarding the gate of the city today. What you can see when you go in is the rush of officials and troops. I went to ask Xia Juntang where he was. where.

Thinking about his reputation for respecting the Third Prince, he is not ordinary, just ask anyone and you will know.

In this city and outside the city, most of the family members who came with the army live, and the area of ​​the east gate is guarded by thousands of troops, which is not accessible to ordinary people.

Someone asked me outside, "Who are you looking for?"

"Xia Juntang."

"Who are you to respect the Third Prince?"

I was a little confused, who am I to him, what can't be said!Patting the crying child, can you stop for a while, it’s okay to stay during the day, if you don’t cry or make noise, it’s like killing someone when you go back in the evening, it makes me want to think hard. Xia Juntang can't do anyone.

A father-in-law came in a hurry and whispered beside the guard, and the guard let him go.

I felt relieved when I saw the little father-in-law, and approached him: "This is your little prince, hurry up and take him back." I don't want it anymore, I keep crying.

The little father-in-law turned pale with fright, and stepped back without daring to accept it: "Don't dare, Miss Yun, come with me."

It is clear that the emperor wants me to enter the barracks, and those father-in-laws don't want children here, but the children are also smart enough to know that I want to give him to others, and they even hold my clothes tightly with both hands, crying and dare not let go.

I hugged him and threatened: "If you cry again, I don't want you anymore, if you cry again, I will leave you behind."

He cried more and more, holding my clothes tightly with his fingers, crying like I abused him, now I want to cry, how can he not get tired of crying?I cried so much that my heart ached, so I hugged him tighter and kissed his little face: "Don't cry, don't cry, you will see your father soon."

The crying became quieter, the father-in-law still led me in, and entered a guarded place, it was quite a gorgeous place, after entering, the maid retreated to the two sides, the veil was lingering in the warm candlelight Flying, there seemed to be no one in there, the maid opened the veil and let me in, and my heart felt a little sad when I stepped in, there were paintings everywhere here, all of them were the concubine who resembled me, she was full of smiles , her eyebrows were sad, she ran back, she slept soundly, she ate, she hugged the child, but her eyes were always half closed, the smile on her face looked so forced, it was because she didn’t put her heart into painting , or dare not draw the lingering sadness of her raised eyebrows?I lightly slid my finger across the painting, my heart was throbbing, my brain was in pain, I restrained my mind and didn't think about anything.

The child was still crying when he got here, nestled in my arms and refused to come down, Yaya shrank behind me timidly and watched curiously.

The two maids came up and brought the stewed eggs, sweet bird's nest milk, and meat and bone porridge. They all filled several servings. It seemed that even Yaya and I had prepared them.

He stopped crying, and took my finger to point to the bird's nest milk. I took a sip, it was so sweet, does this little guy like to eat such sweet things?

He pulled down my hand, forbade me to eat and asked me to feed him.

Putting a small spoon into his mouth, his crying became much quieter, and he looked at me with teary eyes again, crying so hard that he was dying, it turned out that he was hungry, I complained in my heart, and fed him again. Take a sip.

Then it was porridge, but he pushed it away.

I still leaned closer to his mouth: "You can't just eat sweet ones." This is not good, you can't be like the kid who sells eggs in the city, with ugly teeth, who say he eats eggs stewed with rock sugar every day.

He refused to speak, I made a gesture to let him go: "I won't hug you anymore."

He took a mouthful of porridge with a golden mouth, and then dragged me to pack bird’s nest milk. I think the children of the royal family are really different. They eat so well every day, and they are not afraid of being fat and rolling around like a ball.

"It's so good, eat porridge again, eat porridge. You're so good." While praising him, he quietly fed the porridge. When he was happy, he forgot the milk and bird's nest. He pointed to the picture and taught him to call: "Mufei, that's you mother and concubine."

"Mother Concubine." He looked at me in my arms and called softly.

I was actually moved in my heart, I really wanted to kiss his white and tender face, but the maid must be watching from outside, I'd better not make a mistake, this child is not mine.

"Hey, tell me, where is your father?"

He just opened his eyes and looked at it, but he didn't see anything, he flattened his mouth and wanted to cry, so scared that I hurriedly called again: "Yaya, hurry up and meow like a sheep." This little ancestor really loves to cry.

He just laughed and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that it was still quiet outside and no one came in, the little ancestor didn't sleep, and I couldn't leave him, didn't the emperor want me to come?It's not like I'm here, but he's nowhere to be seen. What's the matter?

"It's time to sleep!" The child will sleep when he is about to eat, so he will be good.

He shook his head and looked at me sadly: "Mother Concubine."

"Hey, what do you want to do?" I was really powerless to accompany you.

He said, "Sleep."

"Yeah, go to sleep, I'll hold you." I was not allowed to sit down, this child was enough to toss people, hugged him up and spun around, and then patted his little buttocks: "One sheep, two sheep , three sheep..." If he didn't sleep, I would fall asleep.

The feeling of being hugged in my arms is quite good, with my small body leaning against me, as if I am not afraid of anything.I looked at his little face, and felt a gentle and soft feeling in my heart.

I asked Yaya to eat something first, and I held him until he fell asleep before going out, and said softly to the maid: "Put the prince on the bed and go to sleep, we will go back first, take care of it later, don't throw it around gone."

Don't throw it at my door again, it's really not ordinary tiring to bring a child.

The palace maid was terrified, her feet softened and she knelt down and dared not pick up the child, which made me really annoyed.

Two more court ladies said from a distance: "Miss, the prince sleeps here."

If I was determined, I would leave the child and do nothing, but when I looked at his sleeping face, I couldn't bear to leave him.

Entering the inner room, it is the bed where he sleeps, the layout is very familiar, there is even a bedside table, and a vanity mirror, on which there are some silk flowers waiting for the return of the hostess, and the half-embroidered The little shoes were placed in the embroidery basket, I gently put him on the bed, he moved his little body, I pulled the soft pillow on one side, he hugged it and rubbed it to settle down.

When someone came in, I thought it was Yaya. I put my fingers on my lips and whispered: "Shut up, he's asleep."

Who knew that it was the great prime minister who came in, the emperor, quickly put down his hands, knelt down like a court lady, and said in a low voice: "The daughter of the people, Yun Zhiqiu, has met the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live."

He stopped and sighed heavily: "Minister?"

She is indeed a girl of the people, is it possible that she should follow those people and call her slaves?
He stepped up again, each step was a little heavy, and approached me: "Could it be that you really can't remember at all?"

Under the bright candlelight, the golden thread on the upper of his shoe was shining brightly, and that bright point was connected with a certain point deep in the memory, but it was still vague.

I shook my head and looked up at him: "Your Majesty, I really can't remember what I did before. If I offend you, I hope your Majesty will forgive me."

He sat by the bed, his handsome face was covered with tiredness: "Zhiqiu, don't you want to remember the past?"

"I think about it, but I can't remember it, and it hurts when I remember it." I pointed to my brain and said seriously: "Actually, I want to remember it too, so I can remember Xia Juntang's love for me, he But don't say anything."

His complexion became dark when he heard that, and there was a faint aura of overwhelming the building, which made me silent and dare not go on. The emperor is not an ordinary person. He can reward you when you are happy. Yes, when you are unhappy, you can kill with one word.

Anyway, that's what Lang Xiao said so arrogantly, he is the young master of Lang Teng, one person is under one man and above tens of thousands, he said that he will kill whoever makes me unhappy, human life is worthless.

(End of this chapter)