Uncle, this palace is not going to sleep tonight

Chapter 385

Taking a deep breath, she turned her eyes to look at Chu Junyang who was leaning on the feather pillow and studying eagerly, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

"Yang'er, you really rented this carriage with ten taels of silver?"

Chu Junyang stared intently at the book, and replied casually: "Didn't the mother give the coachman ten taels of silver while looking at the minister?"

"Don't call me queen mother!" Liu Qingyun rolled her eyes at him, and the more she looked at her, the more she felt that this son was just as indifferent as his father.With the facts in front of him, he just looked like a mountain collapsed in front of him and his face was moving. Could this be inherited?
"Mother." After changing his words, Chu Junyang put down the book, raised his thick eyelashes, and stared at Liu Qingyun, "Mother should know that the road to the south of the Yangtze River is very long and rugged. If you don't find a better carriage, Yang'er is afraid that mother's bones will fall apart if she doesn't kiss Jiangnan. Besides, it's winter now, and mother's body is cold, even if it's Hu...Even if she has a temper with father, mother can't ignore her body."

Ten years ago, Liu Qingyun had difficulty giving birth to Chu Junyang in a cold body, so that her body was not as healthy as before, especially in winter, a little bit of wind would make her feel uncomfortable all over.Over the years, Chu Jinyu has searched all over the country for medicinal herbs to recuperate her body. Although she has recovered a lot, she can't bear to travel long distances... I am afraid that this carriage was deliberately prepared to prevent her from being wronged in the slightest.

Su hand flipped through the books on the flip table, two of which even had annotations in her own handwriting... He was always so gentle that she couldn't resist.

With a slight smile, she relaxed herself and lay down on the soft couch, hugging her son beside her, "Yang'er, when we arrive in Jiangnan, let's go to Hangzhou first."

Putting down the book, he took the fox fur at the side and covered Liu Qingyun's body, "Mother, don't you want to go to Gusu to find the big lady?"

"Don't worry, even if we don't go to Gusu, your hall sister will find us." Liu Qingyun smiled and leaned on the feather pillow comfortably.Holding her only son in her arms, she closed her eyes and missed her husband who had been left behind by her and who had gone farther and farther...

The city of Hangzhou has been prosperous since ancient times, and it is a land of boundless wind and moon.Liu Qingyun and Chu Junyang stayed in the largest inn in Hangzhou City. They had nothing to do, so they went to the West Lake to play.

There is less snow and more rain in the south of the Yangtze River in winter. Liu Qingyun took Chu Junyang's hand and sat down in the pavilion next to the broken bridge, smiling at the cold and smoky West Lake.

The West Lake is level, the spring is cold, the blue water quietly refracts the sunlight, sparkling...

In the sky, at some point, snowflakes began to fall, like snow but not snow, like rain but not rain. In just half an hour, it spread across the side of the broken bridge.Sitting in the Broken Bridge Pavilion and looking at the opposite bank, half of the Broken Bridge is silvery white, and the other half disappears—it is the famous West Lake "Broken Bridge with Remnant Snow".

(End of this chapter)