Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

It must be said that although Uncle Ai is only a head of the Yan family, his vision is broad. The head of an ordinary large family, even the owner, cannot be compared with him.

All my previous ideas were passed by Jiujiang once by him, and then he could see through them at a glance.

Indeed, the people who stopped Pei Yuanxiu at first tried to retain Shen Xiaokun's strength, and then introduced Wei Ningyuan to Jiujiang to see Shen Xiaokun, to let them meet together and manage the forces near Jiujiang. They did prepare for the future. consider. I didn't think about who to help, or to suppress specifically, to really fight, it was wrong to help anyone, and it was right to save anyone. I just hope that fewer people can participate in the war, and let the spread of the war be as small as possible and as slow as possible.

The people are the real victims of the war, and those with great powers should not talk lightly about the war.

At this time, I asked softly again: "Susu, would you like to stay?"

She looked at me with wide eyes, silent for a long time, and stood up towards me with a deep blessing: "May I be sent to the Miss."

I hurriedly reached up and helped her, seeing that she was young and childish, but she already had some dusky eyes, her heart was sour, and she was secretly determined to treat Uncle Ai's granddaughter well!

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Unexpectedly, although I made up my mind to treat Susu well to compensate for her childhood loss, and now I have lost my only loved one, lonely and lonely, but I did not expect that when I left her, she must take care of me.

After finishing the dojo from Qishan Village, she returned home on the first day, and she rolled up her sleeves and packed up the inside and outside of the house. I have received a large gift from Uncle Ai, and the money is relatively small Relaxing a bit and giving Susu a little money, she basically replaced the furniture with a new one.

Although this is a big deal, it is really a lot organized in the house, and the goods stacked on the small bed outside were also specially invited to build a small house next to the house, as a tool for packing goods and embroidery frames that are not used in time. The warehouse was picked up, and the little bed outside vacated, and naturally became her site.

In the morning, Lier and I were still dozing off. The girl had already got up and went to the kitchenette so busy that when I heard the sound, the table was filled with steaming chicken congee and various side dishes.

What a sweet girl!

I was very surprised and went out and said, "It's all you do ?!"

"Yes. Miss, don't know what you and Miss Sun taste, just do something. If you like anything, tell me, I will do it in the future."

I couldn't help sighing: "You're too hard."

Su Su put down a side dish and said, "Grandpa often says what kind of people, what kind of hard work."

I heard it for a moment.

This sentence is simple, but it contains many reasons. Just like everyone has his own life, his own experience, and his own Shura field.

If she were not so hard, there would be other hardships, and that's what life is like.

Thinking of this, I also smiled. I just woke up and finished washing. I saw a table of dishes and immediately climbed up the stool with joy. I just picked up the bowl and suddenly raised my little nose and sniffed, What smell is so fragrant! "

Susu said, "Miss Sun, it's a walnut butter for you."

"Walnut butter! It's been a long time!"

Susu said, "I'm afraid it's going to be better. I'll watch the fire."

After speaking, she turned to the kitchen again.

I wanted to stop her and let her eat first, but looking at her almost eager, busy back, she couldn't say anything.

In fact, I know that my loved one is gone. She is empty now. Maybe it ’s a little numb in the first few days, but if you really calm down, the loss and hollowness will become more and more obvious. If you are not busy, do n’t look for a little Things come to fill the time, fill the thoughts, the sadness of man really starts at this time, and will eat people.

So I didn't speak, just sat down and picked up a sip. The chicken porridge was cooked well, the shredded chicken was melted at the entrance, and the faint onion and **** flavor was full of flavor, making people feel extra comfortable.

As I was drinking, I found Lili next to me holding a bowl and drinking while watching me.

These past few days, because I was too busy with Uncle Ai's funeral, I ignored her. Looking at her now, I asked, "Lier, what are you looking at?"

Lier had a big mouthful of porridge, swallowed it, and thought for a while, and said, "Mother, why is it not good to fight?"

I froze-how could she ask this question?

"Lier, why do you ask your mother?"

"That day before the spirit, Lier and Susu said that Lier heard and Lier didn't understand. But Lier seemed to understand a little bit more."

"Oh? What do you understand?"

"I don't like fighting, I don't want anyone to fight."

I looked at her with interest: "You ask, is it because you think it's okay to fight?"

She raised her lip against her lower lip and thought for a while, and said, "Mother, Ada has asked Mr. to come and give me a book. If Aunt Shi and Aunt Zitong also told me many stories, they are very old Story. "

"and then?"

"Well, Lier heard a lot of war stories, many heroes." She said, eyes brightened: "Some heroes can pull mountains! Some heroes can sweep thousands of troops!"

I can't help but smile. Can't see this little Nizi is still a idiot, so excited to bring up the hero.

"So?"

"So ..." She looked at me and whispered, "Lier thinks there is nothing terrible about fighting."

I laughed, picked up the chopsticks and put a few scrambled eggs in her bowl, and said slowly: "Lier thinks that the hero is powerful, and it is a very good thing to sweep the army, right? In case he? Sweeping thousands of troops, cut off the mother's head, what should I do? "

Lili suddenly showed a look of fear, eyes wide open at me.

I also looked at her: "This is war."

She was stunned, and for a long while, shook her head and murmured, "No. Mother, don't go to war!"

"Well," I said slowly, "Zhao's second uncle, he was chopped off, okay?"

Lier shivered again and immediately shook his head: "No! The second uncle is a good man. He came to help me fish the day before yesterday, and promised to make me a kite in spring!"

"So, what about Aunt Yunxiang? Or Uncle Gou? And the small pillars of the village chief's house, or Dagang at the village entrance?"

As I said, she shook her head vigorously: "No. They do n’t want to go, and people who you know do n’t want to fight!"

At this time, I just smiled slightly and said, "Lier, don't just say war because the word" war "is very easy to read. Fighting is definitely not that simple. You think that sweeping thousands of troops is very powerful. It ’s very prestigious to lay a vast territory, but what fell after the prestige may be your loved ones and those you love. "

"..."

"Perhaps you think that the mother will not go to the battlefield, because the mother is just a woman; the uncle Zhao's family will not go to the battlefield, because he promised to help you make a kite; Dagang will not go to the battlefield, because he is only fourteen years old. But the mother I want to tell you that if a war is really fought, no one can help but take charge of it, even if you think that a general who controls the whole army and swept through the whole army, princes, is equal before the war. "

"..."

"Take ten thousand steps back," I caressed her heart, and said, "Even if we don't really go to the battlefield, do you think it's okay?"

Lier was already frightened. At this time, his voice was faint, and he whispered, "Does it matter?"

I smiled and took all the vegetables and porridge on the table, leaving only a small bowl of porridge in her hand, saying: "Fighting, I can only eat this thing every day, and there is no chicken. No dishes. There is only this small bowl for lunch and dinner. "

"Ah? Why?"

I said: "Because of the war, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of soldiers no longer farm, no longer fish, do nothing, only fight. But they still eat, dress, and consume a lot every day. Things. They do n’t produce any more. Naturally, let us do more, eat less, and provide them. ”

Lier narrowed his eyes and said subconsciously, "I don't!"

"Do n’t do it. Because they have to fight, they have to be full before they can go to war. If they are not full, they will be killed. If you do n’t give them, they can only come and grab our food, mother and you. I ca n’t eat enough, but I still have to pay. "

"Fu? What is it?"

"Fu Zi, one bet and one martial art, is the money used by the armed forces. We take out this money and buy them clothes, war horses, weapons, and walls to build cities for war."

Lier listened, seeming to be a bit sullen, for a long while, and said, "It's not good to fight. I can't eat enough food!"

Speaking, she raised the small bowl to her face, and Xi Li grunted and chopped the remaining half of the bowl of porridge into her mouth. After eating it hard, she said to me, "Mother, don't fight well!"

"really?"

"Well, fighting is too bad!"

I smiled and reached out to wipe the rice grains from the corner of her mouth. Actually, I didn't want to scare her, but her identity was too special, and maybe I faintly felt that there will always be wars involving us. I need to let my daughter understand that the more terrible the war is, The less we should talk about war. I said softly: "Lier, you have to remember that fighting is the worst thing in the world. Lier, as long as we have the power, we must try our best to stop and avoid war. Do you understand?"

She seemed to understand, but nodded firmly: "I see!"

I smiled and watched her climb down the stool after entering the meal and entered the back room. As soon as I looked up, I saw Su Su carrying a small bowl of walnut butter. I didn't know when I was standing at the door and was watching me.

I smiled and said, "Susu, what's wrong?"

She stared at me dumbly, and after a while, slowly came over and put the bowl on the table, and said gently, "I think of a word that Grandpa once said to me."

"What is it?"

"Miss, grandpa always says, Mrs. Bodhisattva is Bodhisattva; and you, Bodhisattva's heart."

Bodhisattva ... Bodhisattva heart ...

I do n’t know what ’s different, just thinking about Uncle Ai ’s voice and smile, remembering his constant care for me all these years, a warm heart rose in his heart, a gentle smile at Su Su, a bowl of hot porridge Pushed in front of her.

But did not expect that, here, a word, a word, turned into a concubine.