The sturdy farmer's wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Chapter 441 Out of the Sea of ​​Misery
Xie Shaoting also nodded when he heard Yang Yuanxiang's words. He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then raised his head and said to the boy.

"You've done a good job. Let's keep this matter a secret for the time being. Tell Qiu Yun to do it quickly and bring Meng Chen directly to me and the princess. Remember to bring him back unscathed. If he gets hurt because of this, or because of If you are afraid and resist, you can tell Qiu Yun to knock the child unconscious and bring him back first, so as not to disturb Meng Changlu."

Yang Yuanxiang pulled Xie Shaoting back, and sighed in embarrassment.

"Brother Lin Sheng, why don't I go together? It's too pitiful for the child to be knocked out innocently. I'll go. I'll talk to the child. As for Meng Changlu, I really don't have anything to say to her. I'd better let Qiuyun and her go." He brought the child over and said, "I'll give you snacks, so I can have a chat with the child and see what he thinks."

Xie Shaoting thought about it and thought it would be better, so he waved to the young man and signaled him to go to Qiuyun to do something.

Sure enough, after a while, I saw Meng Chen coming over. He was wearing a scarf, and it was only autumn now. Wearing a scarf was a bit strange, so along the way, there were always many children watching him, until he entered the room of Yang Yuanxiang and Xie Shaoting. The new tent, the big guy looked away.

Hongzao was clever, as soon as she saw any trouble, she immediately became alert, watching Yang Zili and his brothers and sisters at home playing around, Hongzao whistled.

After all, Xiaomi and Xiaomai were born of the same child, so they are naturally connected with each other, so the two handed over their younger siblings to Yang Zili through urine escape, and then came to find Hongzao for a round.

"What's wrong? What did you find?"

Xiaomi squatted on the left side of Hongzao, with a serious look. He and Mai looked the most like Xie Shaoting, and the frowning serious look was like a shrunken version of Xie Shaoting.

Hongzao pointed to Yang Yuanxiang's tent.

"I saw Meng Chen was injured in the morning, and I told Dad to find a way to help him. Just now I saw him follow Aunt Qiuyun into Mother's tent, and I don't know what he was doing. I'm good, come with me to eavesdrop."

Wheat scratched his head.

"Is there a need to eavesdrop? Let's go in swaggeringly, and Mother won't say anything, but if you want to eavesdrop, just go in from behind. Where is Dad's wooden chair? It's big enough for the three of us." Hiding, Xiaomi, don’t you think so?”

Xiaomi nodded.

"It's a good idea, but you have to call me second brother, who let me be born before you?"

Wheat is not convinced.

"But I was born a little earlier than me. Don't try to be the big brother. Maybe I was born first. Did you change it wrong in the shower?"

Hongzao looked at the two twin brothers speechlessly, and pulled them over with each hand.

"Stop arguing, quarreling or not, you are all my second and third brothers, hurry up, otherwise we won't be able to hear what mother and Meng Chen say later."

Seeing that their sister had spoken, the two teenagers shut up at the same time, and led their sister into the tent. As soon as they entered the tent, they heard Yang Yuanxiang's voice.

"Is your name Meng Chen? How old are you this year? I heard from Zao Zao that you are also a student of the Royal Private School. How is it? Do you understand the lessons taught by the master?"

Meng Chen obediently sat on a futon, holding the goat milk soup that the girl had just brought up in his hand, looking reluctant to eat it, he raised his head to look at Yang Yuanxiang, and replied obediently.

"Returning to the princess, Meng Chen is nine years old this year. I can understand most of the courses taught by Mr. Lin in the palace. If you don't understand, Yang Zili will tell me that the students in the palace are very good."

Yang Yuanxiang looked at the poor child distressedly, and laughed when he saw that the goat milk soup in his hand was not moving.

"Why don't you eat yogurt? Don't you like it?"

Meng Chen blushed, looked at Yang Yuanxiang and said cautiously.

"Madam, I like goat milk soup very much, but my mother also likes it. Can I take it home for my mother to eat? My mother is in a bad mood recently. Maybe eat some of this and she will be fine."

Yang Yuanxiang's eyes turned red, he just felt that the child was too sensible, so he nodded and said.

"You are such a filial and good boy. You can eat it at ease. When you go back later, I will ask someone to send you a new bowl and send it directly to your mother's tent. Eat it while it is hot, or It has a strong fishy smell when it’s cold.”

Meng Chen's face was flushed with excitement, and he nodded gratefully to Yang Yuanxiang, and then he began to eat, raising his head and giggling while eating.

"Ma'am, this is delicious, I like it very much."

After all, Yang Yuanxiang was still unoccupied, and tears quickly filled her eyes. She looked at Meng Chen and tentatively said.

"Good boy, why are you wearing a scarf on such a hot day? Take it off, or you won't get prickly heat."

As she spoke, she motioned for Luluo to come over and take the scarf for Meng Chen. Luluo nodded, then walked over with a smile, coaxing Meng Chen with a harmless look.

"Young Master Meng, take off the scarf, can this servant hold it for you?"

Meng Chen probably forgot, maybe it was because the goat milk soup was too hot, so he took off the scarf. As a child, he has a great forgetfulness, so it is normal not to remember.

After taking off the scarf, Yang Yuanxiang looked at his bruised neck and the almost blackened pinches, and his heart suddenly tugged, not to mention Yang Yuanxiang, even the red dates hiding behind him would make him feel cold, if it wasn't for millet wheat Pulling her, she was about to come out to talk to Meng Chen, so she wanted to ask, who beat Meng Chen like this.

"Meng Chen, come here."

Yang Yuanxiang watched him finish eating, so he beckoned him to come over. Meng Chen didn't think about the scar on his neck, but felt a little uncomfortable.

But Yang Yuanxiang told him to come over, and he didn't dare to disobey, so he obediently got up from the futon and walked to Yang Yuanxiang's side, showing a dazed look.

"Ma'am, is there something wrong with me?"

Yang Yuanxiang looked at his injury and couldn't help holding his hand.

"Good boy, do you know that you were adopted by your mother?"

Meng Chen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded silently, as if he already knew about it.

Yang Yuanxiang touched his head, feeling distressed, so he smiled.

"Meng Chen, you are almost ten years old now, and you understand a lot of things. I know that the scar on your neck was pinched by your mother, and even the prince knows it. I want to ask you, would you like to be my daughter? son, I will be your mother in the future, what do you think?"

Meng Chen didn't expect that Yang Yuanxiang came to him to say this. Seeing Yang Yuanxiang's loving eyes and his mother's warm palm, Meng Chen's eyes turned red, and the sudden happiness shocked him so much that he couldn't recover.

"Mother? Are you really willing to be my mother? But you have a child yourself?"

(End of this chapter)