Seven days later, at the foot of Qiyun mountain, the quiet and desolate fishing village suddenly became lively, but there was also a strong tension.
The carriage slowly stops in the yard. Zhao Wanxi comes out of the carriage with a big belly. She looks at the familiar yard with her eyes. This is the place where she lived with Joan for three years.
Hua Shuying jumped down from the carriage, and his face and eyes also showed infinite emotion. Three years ago, he came to visit his mother-in-law at the order of his parents, but he didn't want to wait for her for three days. Instead, he found Leng junao and his son who were dying in this valley.
Old visit, flower mother-in-law is no longer, her old man in this desolate small fishing village to guard for a lifetime, but still with the heart of the sea fennel flower missed.
Tong'er jumped down from the carriage. When she saw the scene in front of her, her gloomy face suddenly became clear: "mother, this is our former home..."
After all, it's the place where little girls grow up. They play fishing and sand with big and small dads in the daytime. They have a carefree and happy time.
However, the look of joy flashed on the little girl's face. Leng Zitong turned her lips and looked back at the carriage: "mother, will dad die?"
Since Leng junao was in a coma seven days ago, she didn't wake up. Along the way, she cried a lot. She liked her father and didn't want him to die.
The bamboo frame in the courtyard was covered with ashes. Joan's servant girl was diligent and quick. She didn't need to be told by the master. She had already started to clean up the house. Inside and outside, she was busy.
Zhao Wanxi knelt down on one knee, holding her big belly to squat down slowly. She was serious and gentle with her daughter's four eyes: "tong'er is not afraid. When the baby in her mother's stomach is born, her father will get better."
"But Why doesn't brother come with us? "
Leng Zitong tilts her head, and their line is vast. Big and small dad, uncle Hua, aunt Lanxi, sister qionger, and even Xiao Huang follow, but lin'er is left in the palace.
"Tong'er, lin'er is the eldest prince of Nanlin Kingdom, the prince of your father's book. At present, his father is seriously ill, but the country can't be without a monarch for a day, so lin'er takes the initiative to ask to stay in the palace. He is a good brother and a good son..."
When she mentions her baby son, Zhao Wanxi is filled with emotion. Lin'er took the initiative to stay in the palace, and his words are still fresh in her memory.
Before leaving, a young man said to her, "my father is right. The country can't be without a monarch for a day. Since my father has made my son Prince, my son will help my father guard Nanlin. Don't worry, my mother. Although my son's minister is young, there are talented people around him. The emperor's grandmother will teach him. My mother will take my father to Qiyun mountain to cure poison. "
He is a good son with responsibility!
Zhao Wanxi is proud of having such a son in her heart. She rubs tong'er's little head. The little girl seems to know nothing. Her big eyes flicker and nod thoughtfully.
"Tong'er wants to be a good sister and a good daughter of her parents. I want to help her bask in herbs, take good care of her father and help him clean his face and wash his hands..."
The woman's eyes are crystal clear, and the corners of her lips outline a trace of happiness: "good child! You are all good children of your parents. In view of your filial piety, God will open your eyes and let your father go through this disaster smoothly... "