wedding dress

Chapter 2 The Road to the Capital
Xiaodong was jolting around in the carriage.She believed that this was probably the best carriage of this era, but—the best was also a carriage.

Wagons have no rubber tires, no hydraulic shocks, no... nothing.

Only a silly brother, Zhao Lu, accompanied her.

His eyes were red and swollen as ripe apricots.Children of this age have clearly understood what life and death are.

But Xiaodong didn't cry.

No one would tell a three-year-old child that your mother is gone, and a child of this age obviously cannot understand what death and farewell are.

Zhao Lu told her stupidly that her mother had gone to a far away place and it would be a long, long time before she could come back.

Xiaodong opened her round eyes, watching him force himself to comfort herself.

She was just wondering, why didn't he call mother?What he said was that Aunt Qing had gone far away.

Could it be that he and she were not born to the same mother?
possible--

Xiaodong didn't know if her mother was the prince's only wife.But since he is a prince, it is unlikely that he has only one wife.So even if she and Zhao Lu don't have the same mother, it's not surprising.

Stopping for a rest on the way, Mrs. Hu hugged Xiaodong and fed her something to eat.

Outside the car is a field, cloudy, the mountains in the distance, and the nearby woods and grass slopes are all shrouded in a layer of light fog.As soon as she took a look, she was dragged back by Mrs. Hu: "It's cold outside, be careful if you catch a cold."

Xiaodong only ate a small piece of cake and couldn't eat it anymore.Zhao Lu ate two yuan, but he didn't have much appetite.

Seeing that she was always wanting to look out of the window, Zhao Lu also poked his head and said to her, "This is Yuema Mountain... well, we can reach the capital before dark."

Hu Shi hugged Xiaodong, she was a little drowsy.

There are too many things I can't understand.

The mother's funeral was extremely simple, almost silently buried.Ordinarily, even if the prince's wife is not the main wife, she shouldn't be like this... It's almost like sneaking around.

If it is said that women who are not liked may be like this, but the prince came here from the capital specially with his son, so it cannot be said that he does not pay attention to it.

Xiaodong couldn't figure it out, leaned against Hu Shixiangxiang's soft embrace, and soon fell asleep.

When her mother left, she also felt empty and sad in her heart.But after all, the relationship is not very deep. If you talk about family affection, Hu, who hugs her all day long and coaxes her to take care of her, is more like a real mother.Xiaodong called Hu's mother very smoothly.

She was in a trance in her dream. For a while, she felt that she was still in modern times, and she was rushing to design copywriting all night. There is no way out.Doors were closed, and she shouted loudly, but there was no echo.

"Sister, sister?"

Xiaodong woke up, and Zhao Lu breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm home."

arrive?

The curtain of the car was raised, and Hu got out of the car first, and then turned around to hug her.

Zhao Lu quit, and squeezed over: "I'll hug my sister, I'll hug her."

Mrs. Hu tried to comfort her, but Zhao Lu didn't listen to her, and insisted: "I can hug my sister, so I will."

Mrs. Hu can't drive him away, but if she wants to hand Xiaodong over to him, that's absolutely impossible.No matter which one she fell, she couldn't bear it.The two froze for a moment.

Xiaodong wasn't in a hurry, he squatted there with his chin in his hands and looked at them.Mrs. Hu was so anxious that she broke out in sweat, Zhao Lu's face was flushed red, and no one backed down.

A pair of hands suddenly stretched out, and Xiaodong was hugged up.

Seeing it at a glance, Mrs. Hu took a step back a little timidly: "My lord."

Zhao Lu also became honest immediately.

Xiaodong instinctively reached out and hugged his father's neck.

Looking up, you can see the big lantern hanging in front of the gate, with the word "An" written on it, shaking slightly in the wind.

Zhao Lu came over slowly, it seemed that he was still not reconciled.

The prince held the young one in one hand and the big one in the other, and just dragged into the mansion.

Xiaodong put his chin on his shoulder and looked around.

Although the lanterns were lit, it was dark and windy, and there were too few things to see.

The servants who came and went changed into blue cloth filial piety, and the guards were still wearing strong suits and armor, but they also wore black belts around their waists.

Almost all of them had a look of compassion on their faces, whether it was true or not, it was painful to look at.

A woman came up to meet her, she was wearing a green moth bun, wearing a plain silver mask on her head, her body was also plain white, and her eyes were reddish.This is obviously dressed in filial piety, but Xiaodong felt weird when he saw her at first sight.

Yes, weird.

Maybe it's because the saying "women should be pretty and filial piety" is indeed reasonable. The woman in the plain white dress looks charming and charming, and she is also very charming when she walks. Like a willow, the corners of the skirt are gentle and meandering like a cloud.

She is definitely not a servant, and such a woman will never be just a servant anywhere.

"My lord, my son," she bowed her knees, paused, and then said, "Is this the little princess?"

King An only casually nodded to her, and gave instructions: "Have someone clean up the Yufang Pavilion, and put Xiaodong's things and her people there. If you need anything, go to Fuhai."

The woman's eyes widened slightly, as if surprised.

Surprisingly, there seemed to be something else.

An extremely complicated expression flashed in her eyes, but she just responded softly: "Yes, I'll let someone clean it up."

Mrs. Hu stepped forward to take Xiaodong from King An's hands, bowed and stepped back, Zhao Lu glanced at her father, and followed her out: "Sister, sister, I'll show you my yard."

Mrs. Hu said softly: "Your Majesty is exhausted from traveling all the way, go to change clothes and rest first, you see, Mother Qi is waiting for you there."

Xiaodong lay down next to Hu's ear and whispered, "Mother Hu, who was that person just now?"

Hu also replied in a low voice: "That's Mrs. Ming."

Xiaodong bit her lip, Mrs. Ming?Is it father's concubine?
"Shall I salute her?"

It's not abrupt to ask such a question, Mrs. Hu has already started to teach her how to behave differently to different people.For the elders, for the elders of the same generation...

"No need." Mrs. Hu said quickly, with a hint of disgust in her blunt tone: "The princess doesn't need to salute her, she has to salute you and the eldest son."

"Oh." Xiaodong nodded.

Mrs. Hu seemed to be talking to herself: "Yufang Pavilion, she just wants to live in it for the rest of her life."

When passing through the first courtyard, Mrs. Hu deliberately said: "The prince lives here, the closest to Yufang Pavilion."

Xiaodong wanted to see clearly, but couldn't see clearly at night.It was just that she heard a soft and gentle rushing sound from the wind.

There must be a lot of bamboo planted around here, but I can't see it now.

She was indeed too tired, she was already unconscious when Mrs. Hu wiped her face and feet, and fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

Whether mentally mature or not, her body is fragile and young.

Life after time travel seems to be more complicated than I thought at first...

(End of this chapter)