The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 579: Boundless Maternal Love (Part 1)

Princess Xinyang came out of the palace and got into her carriage.

Yujin said beside her: "Princess, are you going to Zhuque Street?"

Princess Xinyang thought for a while and said, "Go to Bishui Hutong."

When the carriage arrived at Bishui Hu, Gu Jiao was digging the ground with Xiao Heng in the front yard. The two of them were digging the ground with a hoe, they really looked like a young farming couple.

Princess Xinyang walked over.

"Mother." Xiao Heng saw her and greeted her.

Gu Jiao called out to the princess.

Princess Xinyang glanced at someone, not very satisfied with this title.

Xiao Heng smiled, and took Princess Xinyang's hand without any trace: "Why did mother come here?"

"Don't bully your daughter-in-law!" Princess Xinyang glared at him, slapped the back of his hand away, and asked the two of them, "Is the Queen Mother back yet?"

Xiao Heng looked at Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao said: "I'm back, talk to Huangfuxian inside."

Princess Xinyang asked: "Do you all know about Ning'an?"

Gu Jiao nodded: "I just heard what my aunt said."

Princess Xinyang looked relieved: "Then there's nothing else to do, I'll go back first."

"I'll see you off." Xiao Heng said.

Princess Xinyang turned around and walked towards the door. She caught a glimpse of the red-tasseled gun leaning on the bamboo basking in the sun just two steps away, she pulled the corners of her lips, and said to Xiao Heng: "This yard is empty, play with the flower gun twice to have a look."

Embarrassment suddenly flashed across Xiao Heng's face, he held her arm and walked out: "My son, my son!"

Princess Xinyang glared at him angrily and amusedly, and boarded the carriage going back.

Holding a hoe, Gu Jiao looked at the closed windows of the west room and asked, "Do you think my aunt will tell him everything?"

Xiao Heng's eyes also fell on the closed window, and said: "Yes."

Gu Jiao thought for a while: "Aren't you afraid that he will be sad? He is still so young."

Children seem to be fragile.

"You are only three years older than him." Xiao Heng couldn't laugh or cry, this girl thinks how old she is?

Xiao Heng said: "The harm between the two powers is the lesser. If you don't tell him, it will be the saddest thing for him to live in the misunderstanding of being hated by his mother all his life."

Gu Jiao seemed to have sensed his emotions and understood a little bit.

She turned to look at him: "Remember what happened to you?"

"Um."

Xiao Heng did not deny it.

The most painful thing he experienced was not that he was not the child of Princess Xinyang, nor that he was almost burned to death by the fire, but that he misunderstood Princess Xinyang's disgust and abandonment of him.

It was a heart-wrenching self-stripping.

Gu Jiao said: "Huangfuxian said that after he was injured, his mother seemed to be a different person, maybe she was no longer the real Ning An since then. Do you think the son-in-law knows about Ning An?"

Xiao Heng shook his head: "I don't know, some things will never have answers."

It was an hour after Empress Dowager Zhuang came out of the Westinghouse, she looked very tired, and there were streaks of blood in her eyes.

She faltered as she crossed the threshold.

Gu Jiao was sweeping the main room, she quickly stepped forward to support her: "Auntie!"

Empress Dowager Zhuang waved her hand: "It's okay, I'm old, I'll go back to my room and lie down for a while."

After that, she walked slowly towards her hut.

Her hair was covered with silver threads, her whole body was shrouded in great vicissitudes, and her back seemed to have a slight rickety. In just such a day, she seemed to have aged ten years.

She had lived a very hard life. She defended Zhao Kingdom's country, His Majesty's throne, and the Zhuang family's glory, but none of the people she raised with her own hands was there.

The Ning An she wanted to see would never come back.

Empress Dowager Zhuang lay slowly on her bed, and there was no light in the room.

crunch——

The door was pushed open.

There was another creak, and the door was closed.

A small figure ran to the bed and lay down on the edge of the bed: "Auntie!"

Empress Dowager Zhuang said lightly, "Why?"

Xiao Jingkong asked cutely: "Do you want to sleep?"

Empress Dowager Zhuang rolled her eyes: "No, I'm lying here to germinate."

Xiao Jingkong opened his eyes wide: "Oh, then shall I pour some water for you?"

Empress Dowager Zhuang: "..."

Xiao Jingkong said again: "Auntie, you still owe me a candied fruit."

Empress Dowager Zhuang: "The jar is on the table, take it yourself."

Xiao Jingkong snorted: "Auntie, why don't you play tricks today?"

Mrs. Zhuang was expressionless: "You are very noisy today."

Xiao Jingkong tilted his head: "Then I didn't make noise before?"

The Empress Dowager Zhuang was about to go crazy, she just wanted to be alone and sad for a while, why is this little monk always beeping?

"time to eat--"

Gu Xiaoshun's loud shout came from the yard.

Xiao Jingkong grabbed Empress Dowager Zhuang's sleeve: "Auntie, let's go eat!"

"I do not want to eat."

"Grandpa made brown sugar glutinous rice cakes."

"In no mood……"

"I also made honey bean rolls."

"Do not……"

"There are also sugar water eggs."

Empress Dowager Zhuang turned dark and swallowed.

Can it make you sad?

Huangfuxian is a sick person, just after he rested, Gu Jiao didn't go to wake him up, and warmed millet porridge for him in the pot, and he could eat it after waking up.

Unexpectedly, at night, Huangfuxian still did not wake up.

"Why isn't little brother awake?" Xiao Jingkong asked in confusion.

"Let me see." Gu Jiao checked Huangfuxian's pulse, and then touched his forehead. The pulse is normal, and the body temperature is also normal. "It should just be asleep."

Huangfuxian was indeed asleep.

He had a dream, dreaming that he was back when he was five years old.

That year, the snow in the frontier was so heavy that many people froze or starved to death at home.

Princess Ning'an took her servants with her and planned to go to Caishikou in Yecheng to give porridge.

The five-year-old ran over with a wheeze, hugged Princess Ning'an's leg, and said crisply, "Mother! Xian'er is going too!"

Princess Ning'an looked at the flying snow outside the house, touched his head tenderly, and said with a smile: "The snow is too heavy, Xian'er will freeze to death when going out, Xianer stay at home obediently and wait for mother to come back, okay?" it is good?"

The five-year-old shook his head and said, "But mother will freeze too!"

Princess Ning An said softly: "Mother doesn't know, mother wears a lot of clothes."

At the age of five, he puffed out his small chest: "Xian'er can also wear many, many clothes!"

Princess Ning'an laughed softly, hugged him into her arms, and kissed his small face and forehead: "Good boy, mother will be back soon."

After that, Princess Ning An put him down, put on her cloak and went out.

He chased to the door with a pair of short legs, and was stopped by the servants without any accident.

He has dreamed of this scene many times, and the next scene is that he pretended to take a nap, sneaked under the stool of the shopping cart and hid under the stool of the carriage when no one was looking, and followed the carriage out of the house smoothly.

It's just that he was young and didn't know that not all carriages would go to his mother's porridge shed.

The carriage stopped at a strange place.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the coachman went to work, so he got out of the carriage.

Strange street, strange crowd, he became flustered.

He began to call mother loudly.

He didn't know how long he cried and how long he walked, the hesitation and helplessness of not being able to find his mother could wake him up from the nightmare every time.

This time it was different.

He continued to scurry about the streets like a headless fly.

The wind and snow got bigger and bigger, he lost his way, and unknowingly came to an empty official road, with white snow on both sides, stretching as far as the eye can see.

He had no strength, he fell into the snow and couldn't get up again.

Just before he was about to lose consciousness, a gentle and anxious voice sounded above his head, and then he was embraced by a pair of gentle arms.

"Xian'er!"

It's my mother.

He opened his eyes weakly and saw a face full of tears.

"Mother finally found you!"

Princess Ning An hugged him tightly in her arms.

He also wanted to hug his mother, but he was frozen.

Princess Ning'an carried him on her back, braved the bitter wind and snow and walked forward step by step.

Princess Ning'an fell into the snow countless times, but got up countless times.

"Mother, I'm so cold."

Princess Ning'an took off her cotton coat and covered him.

"So sleepy..." he murmured while lying on his mother's back.

Princess Ning An panted and said: "Xian'er, don't sleep, mother will take you home."

Eventually she couldn't walk anymore, and she lay on her stomach in the freezing snow.

He lay on her back, and heavy snow fell in swirls.

With her bare hands, she dug out a small hole bit by bit in the snow under her body, her ten fingers were bloody and bloody, and the white bones could be seen.

She also took off the jacket, wrapped him together with the cotton coat, and put him inside carefully.

Then she covered the snow pit with her frail and thin body, blocking the snowstorm for him.

The biting cold wind lingered on her body, and she gradually became stiff.

With her last strength, she said to him: "Xian'er, you have to live..."