The Royal’s Little Lady

"My mother is buried here."

In the cold wind, Gu Suier heard this sentence.

She was shocked immediately, and looked at Xiao Heng beside her in disbelief.

Xiao Heng looked at the grave in silence.

Gu Suier did not dare to speak, and something came up in her mind.

For example, Xiao Heng once mentioned how his mother was, but he clearly called the eldest lady to be his mother.

In fact, she had some clues a long time ago, but she hadn't thought about it, and she didn't dare to think about it.

Many thoughts floated in her mind, but she said nothing.

At this time, the cold wind was rustling, and there were dead leaves falling on the half-person tall grass at the head of the grave. She couldn't bear it.

"Since it's the mother's tomb, should we clean up this weed grass?"

In their countryside, the tomb has such a tall grass, and it looks like an unattended tomb, which shows that either the children have been cut off, or the descendants are not filial.

Who knew Xiao Heng shook his head and said dumbly, "No need."

Gu Suier was puzzled, but couldn't say anything, so she knelt there with him, watching the burnt paper platinum ashes gradually turn from dark red to white gray, and finally completely followed the wind.

"My mother enjoyed all the glory and wealth when she was a child, but when she was old, she suffered all kinds of sufferings. She was bleak and destitute. She was dying and got only half a straw mat. Now she is gone, how can she care? These withered grasses on this grave."

Gu Suier was shocked. She did not expect Xiao Heng's mother to die so miserably.

In her heart, Xiao Heng has always been a noble and rich young master. The mother of such a person is not a regular wife like a big lady, but should also be living in a beautiful and rich country. How could she suffer such suffering.

And what she couldn't help thinking was that if Xiao Heng's mother suffered such suffering before her death, Xiao Heng remembered clearly, then he, when his mother died, what kind of life did he... ?

Xiao Heng turned his head stiffly and glanced at Gu Suier.

She gave birth to a pair of clear eyes, so that all her thoughts were reflected in those eyes.

At a glance, he knew what she was thinking.

"Before I was five years old, I followed my mother."

Perhaps because of the cold wind, his voice was vague and hoarse.

"At that time, the life was very bitter. My mother suffered a lot of sins and raised me. Then she died of illness, and my father finally found me."

Gu Suier looked at him with wide eyes, but her heart gradually calmed down.

She knelt beside her quietly, listening to him talking about the previous things in front of his mother's grave.

She always thought that she was from a humble background and that Xiao Heng was not able to understand her life since she was a child. She always felt that Xiao Heng was superior.

But today I heard him talk about it when he was a child, and it turns out that he was so suffering when he was a child.

"...Except for me, no one knows where my mother was buried. My uncle, my father, they don't know." Xiao Heng held Xiao Achen with one hand and held a dead branch with the other. Gently fiddle with the burnt offerings: "At this time of year, I will come to my mother's grave, so that no one of them will know."

"She lived lonely when she was alive, and after she died, she just wanted to occupy this small tomb."

As for the infinitely moving into the imperial mausoleum after pursuing the title, he knew that his mother didn't want it.

It's all the scenery outside, what's the use when it comes, and the depths of the imperial mausoleum are nothing more than to accompany the people who used to worry about them with many women.

"She said that she is worth it in her life. After death, she wants such a quiet place. She wants to be quiet and live by herself slowly. She doesn't want others to disturb her."

At this moment, the little Achen in Xiao Heng's arms suddenly began to cry.

Gu Suier hurried over to look.

In fact, it's nothing, just awake.

Gu Suier took it from Xiao Heng's arms, and Xiao Ah Chen's head was gently rubbed against Gu Suier's chest through the thick cloak. Perhaps he could smell his mother's smell, so he stopped crying. With tears and eyes wide open, he looked out curiously.

After seeing this little guy, Xiao Heng's originally lonely eyes gradually became warm.

He reached in with his fingertips, lightly tapped the little guy's smooth and clear cheeks, and said dumbly: "Let my mother see Ah Chen."

Gu Suier nodded, then gently opened the layer of hat covered on it, revealing a small face, and then hugged Ah Chen and knelt in front of the grave.

Xiao Heng also knelt there with Gu Suier.

"Mother, this is Suier. She gave birth to me with a child named A Chen, Xiao Chen, and a nickname named Xiao Tadpole."

He gently poked the dead branch into the dry hard ground with dead grass beside the grave, and then slowly said: "Mother, Ah Chen looks good and very pleasing, do you like him too?"

Lowering his eyes, he said dumbly: "Sui'er is very good, I always feel that she will always be with me, and will stay with me for the rest of my life. You... can you also feel at ease?"

However, he said this in a low voice, and the wind in the suburbs was so loud that Gu Suier did not hear clearly.

She vaguely felt it, and looked up at him, but saw that his face was cold and his eyes were so lonely that she felt that she had heard him wrong.

Gu Suier was right next to Xiao Heng, and Xiao Heng naturally felt it when she raised her head.

In the cold wind, his hard cheeks flushed slightly. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Let's go back first."

Gu Suier asked softly: "Don't we spend more time with my mother?"

Xiao Heng glanced at the little Achen in her arms: "Achen is still young, it's too cold."

Gu Suier nodded: "Yeah."

When she got up and was about to leave, Gu Suier looked back at the grave. The lone grave was on the outskirts of the wild grass, so desolate and deserted.

At this moment, she suddenly wondered what kind of woman Xiao Heng's mother was, and what kind of story she had experienced.

When facing the big lady before, I thought it was Xiao Heng’s mother, and Gu Suier didn’t feel much, just respectful, but now, facing such a lonely grave, she suddenly felt an indescribable feeling. .

She felt cordial and desolate in her heart. She even felt that if Xiao Heng's mother was still alive, she might like it very much, even more than the old lady and the old lady in the house.

She couldn't help but regained her senses, held Ah Chen, knelt down in front of the grave again, then lowered her head, muttering something in her mouth.

When she got up and walked back with Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng took the little Achen in her arms and led her to the place where the carriage stopped far away.

While walking, he suddenly asked her: "What did you say on your knees just now?"

Gu Suier pursed her lips, raised her head and asked him, "Then what did you just say?"

Xiao Heng raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Gu Suier snorted: "If you don't say it, I won't say it!"

Xiao Heng:...

Well, neither of them said anything.

After walking for a long time, finally returned to the carriage. Gu Suier was about to follow Guizhi and Maternal An to get into the carriage. Who knew Xiao Heng asked, "Are you tired?"

Gu Suier is now in good shape. Besides, Achen is held by Xiao Heng most of the time. She is not tired, so she shook her head.

Xiao Heng said, "Let Mother An hold Achen and get in the car."

I don't know why, but Gu Suier still did.

Xiao Heng raised his hand and held her waist.

The solid arms encircled her firmly, she was a little confused.

But the next moment, Xiao Heng actually tried hard, holding her and turning over.

Gu Suier let out a low exclamation.

Xiao Heng hugged her, and after getting on the horse, he held the reins in one hand, and put his arms around her waist with the other.

Wrapped the thick slab again.

His big luo is made of the hair under the armpits of the fine black fox. It is thick and breathable to keep it warm from the wind. Now that it is so wrapped by him, all the cold wind outside is gone, leaving only the warm comfort.

There is a small opening where the cloak is tied with the drawstring. If she wants to, she can show her small face through the arch.

"Afraid?" The man's muffled voice came from his ear.

"Not afraid."

Leaning on his back is his thick chest, which is hard, but still likes it very much. Leaning on him, he is full of peace of mind. Even riding this tall horse for the first time, I don't feel scared anymore.

"Wait for the weather, I will teach you horse riding."

I don't know if it is her illusion, the voice in her ear is hoarse and gentle.

"Yeah." She bit her lip and chuckled, looking at the vast world through the big gap, and tomorrow it will be gloomy and snowing, but her heart is very happy.

As the carriage began to move forward, Xiao Heng took the reins and hugged her, using two long and powerful legs to press on the horse stub, clamping the horse's belly to control the speed.

This is Gu Suier's first time riding on a horse, bumping up and down, a little nervous, but also novel. After riding for a while, she gradually got used to it, and she couldn't help rubbing him with her hand.

He pursed his lips and looked down at her small face in his arms.

"You turn your back, face me, embrace me, right?"

"Ok?"

She didn't quite understand what this posture was.

She felt that she was looking forward to the front, and she could see the horse's mane flying along with the ride. That was called riding a horse.

But since Xiao Heng asked her to face her, she could only recognize it.

So at this moment, she was gently held down by Xiao Heng's big hand, and she turned around immediately with Qiao Jin.

After turning around, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around his waist.

Staying in such a ring makes you feel different.

The man's body collapsed tightly, and his chest was slightly up and down. After she was able to climb, Ruan Taoer snuggled up on the man and rubbed up and down with the bumps of the horse.

However, the man seemed to be not enough, so he supported her with his palms and made her move up.

She had no choice but to sit on his legs with two legs.

In this way, she was almost hugged on him.

This posture is too shameful, like holding a child.

Partial life was on the cusp again. Between the bumps, the two people were in close contact with each other and rubbed up and down, which made people feel itchy, red on their face, burning in the ears, and the heart was hanging up and down.

Fortunately, there is that big block, this shameful posture will not be seen.

Just thinking about it, I heard the man next to me gently gritted his teeth and said in her ear: "At night, I will sleep in your room."

The man's strong breath struck, and she understood the implicit meaning of these words.

The fingertips holding his waist trembled slightly, she said in a low voice, "Hmm..."

There was a soft um, soft and gentle, and the remaining sound was lingering in the big river.

The man heard this, and suddenly his body seemed to become tighter and harder like a piece of blazing iron. After that, he pushed his horse forward with force with his feet.

With the sound of horse hoofs, horses fly up.

Gu Suier was so overwhelmed that she leaned against the man's arms like noodles, and held her arms around the man's waist.