Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 953 Her Choice
After the woman finished speaking, she ignored her, and Gu Zi turned around and entered the small courtyard. The north wind blew up her skirt, and it flew like a red sea.

…Concubine Xian is the only one who insists on calling her "General" among so many people except those in the army.

Those who are afraid of her ability will respect her as "Sir", and those who respect her Mu's lintel are so good to call her "Miss Mu San", and those who are used to flattering others will call her "Miss Mu" early. Called "Crown Princess"...

But among so many names, only Song Xianxian would call her "General Xiaomu".

"General Xiao Mu" who is clean and free from any lust.

Just like in her previous life, she only called her "Zhang Jun".

Mu Xici stayed where she was for a long time, looking at Song Xianxian's back, for no reason, she thought of Xiao Miaotong who had gone wandering around for a long time.

——The same intelligent woman, who was also imprisoned by the wooden shackle called "Everybody's Lady", also yearns for the freedom of the soul more than ordinary people.

The difference is that Xiao Miaotong still has the opportunity to destroy that heavy bondage with her own hands, but Song Xianxian will never have the chance again.

——Song Xianxian never had a chance.

No one ever asked about her choices.

Regardless of past lives——

Still in this life.

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"Mother Concubine, Mother Concubine, why are you here in this snowy weather?" In the main hall of the small courtyard, Mo Shuyuan greeted the woman who was walking slowly with a face full of surprise, and there was almost unconcealable joy in his pupils. and hope.

"How are you feeling recently? Are you still sweating and having palpitations? A few days ago, my mother wrote to say that you didn't sleep well. Have you gotten better in the past few days?"

"And the tree that Erchen planted in your yard when he was a child..." the excited young man chattered endlessly.

He chatted with Song Xianxian for a long while, seeing that she was smiling with no emotion and a little alienation all the time, then he raised his hand and slapped his forehead "belatedly", "Oh, concubine mother, Look at my son, I was so busy talking to you that I forgot to make you some tea."

"There are no servants in this mansion, just wait, my son will boil water for you..."

Mo Shuyuan was in high spirits, but Song Xianxian suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him: "No need, Yuan'er."

"There's no need to make tea anymore, just sit down, I won't be outside for long today, and I have to go back to the palace before the key is released in the imperial city."

The young man was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and after a while he replied "Yes" in a slightly disappointed manner.

"...the twelfth lunar month is not thirty this year, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve." Seeing that Mo Shuyuan took his seat obediently, the woman sighed silently. She stared at the young man's face and eased her tone, then lightly put down the food box in her hand , "I guess the food in the clan's mansion probably doesn't suit your appetite."

"I took the time to make dumplings for you." Song Xianxian said, while lifting the wooden lid of the food box, the dumplings carefully warmed by the small copper stove were still steaming, blurring the young man's eyes.

"My son... I have always loved the dumplings made by my mother and concubine the most." Mo Shuyuan looked at the food box and quietly lowered his voice, a sour feeling came from the bottom of his eyes, and his eye sockets turned red inadvertently.

Dumplings stuffed with mutton and chives are juicy and delicious.

The young man dipped in a plate of balsamic vinegar and almost devoured a plate of dumplings. The woman quietly watched his eating that had nothing to do with elegance, and suddenly said in the silence: "This is probably the last meal you eat and I cook. Dumplings."

Mo Shuyuan paused slightly with the hand holding the chopsticks.

"...Is Father finally made up his mind?" The young man lowered his eyes, and when he spoke, his throat seemed to be stuffed with lead.

"It's not him." Song Xianxian turned her head away and glanced out the window, "It's me."

"Yuan'er, concubine mother will not come to see you again."

"...That's it." Mo Shuyuan froze in response, and then, like a starving ghost, he lowered his head and stuffed his mouth with food on his plate.

It's just that the dumplings, which were delicious in the last breath, lost their flavor in this breath for no reason. He reluctantly swallowed two dumplings like chewing wax.

"In the end, the concubine mother is going to give up on the baby." The young man muttered softly, splashing water into the dish, muddying the dish of balsamic vinegar.

For a long time, the world he had constructed in a self-deceiving way finally collapsed completely at this moment, and the emotional backlash was like a tide. The huge waves engulfed his body and crushed his bones. Unspeakable pain came from his toes inch by inch. Winding up the scalp——

His eyes were full of sorrow, and his heart was dripping with blood.

"Or... Actually, Concubine Mu, you have given up on your child long ago."

"From the beginning, when the seizure of the heirloom has not yet begun."

"... Concubine Mu, you gave up on the child from the very beginning, right?"

"But why—"

Why--

Mo Shuyuan locked his mother's brows and eyes in a daze. He couldn't tell whether it was pain or confusion in his eyes. He was eager to get a definite answer from Song Xianxian's mouth. When the latter heard this, he turned his head suddenly: "I gave you the answer." Chance."

"Back then, when you were six years old."

"Six, six years old?" The young man repeated one sentence, and the woman closed her eyes and let out a long breath: "Yes, when you were six years old."

"Yuan'er, have you forgotten? When you were six years old, I sent you to live in the Marquis of Anping's residence for two months."

"Six years old, an age that can already distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, I thought those two months were enough for you to see the true face of the Hou's Mansion... But do you remember the first day you returned to the palace, I asked you to stay in the Hou's Mansion?" Did you tell me anything when you felt something?"

Song Xianxian frowned slightly, and her nails stained with Kodan dug into her palms deeply: "Tell me, you think everything in the Hou Mansion is fine."

"You want to be like uncle and grandpa in the future."

"You turn a blind eye to Zhu Jingwu (Zhu Sheng's son) bullying men and women, Zhu Chengxu is arrogant and domineering, and you think it should be so, and Zhu Sheng forms cliques for personal gain, you think this is his skill..."

"At that moment, I really had to admit that you were indeed a descendant of the Zhu family, and that your body was indeed bleeding with the same blood that I hated... When you were three years old, your father had already found a master to enlighten you, but Masters have worked hard for three years, but they are still no match for the short two months you lived in the Hou Mansion!"

"From that day on, I knew that as long as there is a way for the Hou's mansion to survive, as long as the Xiang's mansion never falls, I will never have the ability to bring you back from the detour."

"——So, I give up on you." Song Xianxian smiled and tears burst from the corners of her eyes, "I take back all the expectations I once placed on you."

"I chose to let you follow them farther and farther."

——No expectation, no disappointment.

No disappointment, no pain.

"But Yuan'er, do you think it's easy to give up your own flesh and blood relatives?" The woman slowly straightened her back as she spoke.

——In her life, she has experienced the pain of losing her loved ones twice.

Once, she cried out all her tears and sat facing the dead candle until dawn.

Once, she stared at the stars, and leaned on the railing to watch until the moon rose.

She no longer has a mother.

And no more...no kids.

"No one knows better than me what it's like." Song Xianxian closed her eyes, her teeth trembling, "How many times—how many times have I wished I could strangle you to death?" In sleep."

"But I couldn't do it."

She didn't dare to love him anymore, but she couldn't kill him either.

So she abandoned him and watched him grow into what she hated step by step——

"Okay, Yuan'er," the woman who had vented enough suddenly regained her expression, and in the blink of an eye she regained her usual grace and dignity, "Hurry up and eat."

"The dumplings are going to be cold."

　Dog woman, dog woman, Song Xianxian, dog woman wrote, I was in a complicated mood, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

　　Thinking that the next [-] characters are almost in this style, I am emo, very emo, crazy emo
　　
　
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