Abandoned woman's glory

Chapter 232 South of the Great Wall 3
"Ma'am, the little prince is here."

The door that was rarely pushed open was opened with a long, dull sound. The sun shone into the withered palace, and a lot of dust could be faintly seen flying in the air.

At the dusty doorway, a small figure stood there.

Xuanyuan Xingsi struggled to open her eyes. Although her body was very weak, she didn't care about the pain when she saw that small figure. She smiled a little and stretched out her hand towards that figure: "Mu Wind, here you come."

The figure was about to walk in, but when it heard her words, it paused.

The little figure walking slowly from the sun, with a straight back, although he is only six or seven years old, his face like a finely carved crown jade is full of the maturity that only adults can have. And cautious, only in those dark pupils, there is still a stubborn light that is unique to children.

"The baby's name is He Lianfeng, mother must not make a mistake."

He is not happy.

Today's spring hunting, all the princes and princes of Xuanyuan Kingdom went to the prairie to ride their horses and whip their whips, but he stayed behind because Dad said that his mother was not in good health, so he should not kill and pray for his mother.

When will her health be better?
As long as he can remember, he has only his father by his side, the supreme king of the Xuanwu Kingdom, and his father is very kind to him, obedient to his words, and even doting on him so much that even the ministers in the court have to write letters to advise him.

Many years later, he did not know what those ministers wrote to remonstrate.

But at that time, he enjoyed his father's doting very much. He felt that his father was the king above ten thousand people in the Xuanwu Kingdom, and he was the most precious treasure in the king's hands. One day, Dad rode to the grassland alone in the wind and snow, and brought back a woman.

At first glance, he didn't like that woman.

That woman is very beautiful, even if there is a scar on her face, even if she is dying, maybe even if she is really dead, she will be a beautiful corpse, but He Lianfeng doesn't like her, he doesn't like this woman's fragility, Those who don't like this woman will die. There are many women in Xuanwu Kingdom who are full of strength and vitality, just like Luo Muna, who is strong and resolute, and that is the woman who is qualified to be by Father's side.

But in Dad's eyes, there was only this sick woman. When he carried her back to the palace, his eyes seemed to be holding the most precious treasure in the world.

That look that Father used to look at him, but now, he unreservedly gave it to this woman twice.

He hates her.

The first time he uttered this thought, it was when this woman was about to die from a high fever. Dad stayed by her side for four whole days, holding her frail body, and he himself was stubbled and emaciated. It was like a different person, He Lianfeng pouted, and said: "It's better to let her die of illness, it's better than this."

In the eyes of the Xuanwu people, only the strong are qualified to survive, and this woman should obviously be given up.

But at this time, Dad looked at him with stern eyes that he had never seen before, and said, "Feng'er, I want you to take back that sentence!"

"..."

"She is stronger than anyone in this world, she is not weak."

"..."

"She is your mother!"

He Lianfeng looked up at this pale and lifeless woman who was sitting softly by the bed, he thought, if he could choose, he would definitely not want such a mother, he couldn't see her strength, he only saw her for a day Looking weaker than the day, coughing up blood, high fever, limp like a ball of cotton, the only saving grace is her always tidy appearance, which is always so clean, which makes her not look so embarrassed.

But He Lianfeng still doesn't understand, what is it about her that attracted Dad to be so obsessed with her, turning a blind eye to Luo Muna and other women, as if the greatest happiness in this life is to guard her.

He sighed, walked over, and at a glance saw a blue and white porcelain bowl on the small table beside the bed, and the dark soup in it remained untouched.

"Mother, why don't you drink the medicine?"

"Oh?" The woman finally moved the obsessive eyes that disgusted him from her face, looked at the bowl, and he said impatiently: "Mother's illness, you must insist on drinking it." Medicine is the only way, otherwise it won’t get better.”

"Well, I drink."

She hurriedly picked up the bowl and drank it. The concoction was already cold, and the bitter taste was several times stronger than the hot soup. Even the maid next to her frowned and came forward: "Ma'am, I will give you a change." Let the bowl be hot."

"No need, Ling Si."

She smiled at the maid, and drank the soup in a few mouthfuls.

The maid named Ling Si frowned even more, and her eyes fell on him, but He Lianfeng turned a blind eye to it, and waited until she finished drinking, then said: "Mother, take a rest after drinking the medicine, and the child will not bother you." gone."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave when the woman's voice came from behind him.

"Mu—Feng'er, where are you going?"

He turned his head impatiently: "Today is spring hunting. After serving the mother and drinking the medicine, the child will go hunting."

"Oh, then you have to be careful. Don't fall while riding."

"Mother, don't worry, the child is not a sick child."

After leaving these words, he left without looking back.

The door behind him was the same as usual, it didn't close immediately, even after he had walked a long way, he could still feel that nostalgic gaze looking at his back, and he didn't move away for a long time, just as he was about to walk out of the gate of the outer garden of the palace, He finally couldn't help but stopped and looked back.

The woman actually stood up and stood at the door with difficulty, holding the door frame with one hand and holding the long skirt with the other, watching him quietly.

This scene, for some reason, resembled a painting.

When she saw herself turning back, a faint smile floated on her pale face, and under the sun, it was like a tear, shining with a sad but dazzling light.

(End of this chapter)