Quick wear: Stunning witch lives a long life by giving birth to children

When Chun'an died, it was said that he slipped and drowned.

It's not surprising that people die every day in this palace.

When the palace servants picked him up from the well, his whole body was swollen. The little emperor's wet nurse rushed to him, crying heartbrokenly, and kept calling him "Little Anzi".

Song Zhuochi stood in the corridor with his hands down, watching from a distance, looking at the little emperor with a half-smile but not a smile on his face. After a long time, he seemed to ask casually.

"So, he is Xiao Anzi?"

The little emperor turned pale, and then suddenly realized something.

"Chun'an, he is my wet nurse's youngest son. Could it be that he is the person in the regent's dream?"

He really couldn't figure out why the body would run into the palace and fall into the well when he clearly asked people to do it outside the palace. What a ghost.

Song Zhuochi narrowed his eyes and said vaguely.

"probably?"

Once the seeds of doubt are sown, they take root and sprout in the heart.

……

The weather is getting cooler day by day, and it’s already December in a blink of an eye.

In the past few months, Song Zhuochi seemed to be possessed by a god. Everything he wanted to accomplish went surprisingly smoothly, and the political opponents he wanted to overthrow would always reveal their flaws. The court situation was firmly in his hands, and at this moment, he was well deserved to be the leader among thousands of people.

Even the little emperor couldn't help but sigh.

"Prince Regent, your luck is so incredible. God has blessed me and my country."

It was as if all the good luck he had accumulated over the past twenty years had favored him in an instant. The little emperor even suspected that Song Zhuochi had used some dishonorable means.

Song Zhuochi was not complacent. Instead, he felt that this was abnormal.

"The late emperor has a spirit in heaven and protects my country!"

His faint smile was actually nothing to be happy about. The more truths he discovered in the past few months, the more chilling he became about what the little emperor had done.

Suddenly, he remembered what Jiang Qingxue had said to him. She was a weak woman who had been trapped in Zhuangzi before and now was trapped in Nanshan Villa, but she had a clear understanding of the affairs of the court. She even knew everything about the boudoir in the backyard of the courtiers.

But while he was in the middle of the game, he almost fell into the hands of a young child. For the first time, he felt terrified, Jiang Qingxue, who are you?

Counting on his fingers, he has not been to Nanshan Villa for three months. I wonder if Xingyan has grown taller? Can you walk on your own without help? Will you still rush over and call him daddy when you see him?

But Jiang Qingxue was right, he couldn't go anymore.

He couldn't let Xinghui Xingyan be exposed to everyone.

……

Xiao Fuzi reported the latest battle situation to Jiang Qingxue every now and then. Jiang Qingxue never expected that Song Zhuochi would be so violent and resolute, which was not like him at all. Although Song Zhuochi in his memory was indifferent, he was always gentle. Noble, he is a gentleman without any aggression, let alone those vicious methods.

Even if she was plotting against him, he didn't do anything cruel to her.

Or maybe she didn't understand him at all.

she suddenly asked Xiao Fuzi.

"Is Xinghui okay?"

When it comes to Xing Hui, Xiao Fuzi has endless topics to talk about. After all, Xing Hui can be regarded as the child he raised. He taught him to talk, taught him to walk, and coaxed him to sleep.

"He has grown taller and fatter. He is as fat as a glutinous rice dumpling. He is so cute that I want to take a bite when I see him..."

Jiang Qingxue lowered her eyes, her eyes red.

"I want to meet him..."

She thought it was time to leave.

Before leaving, she wanted to see Xing Hui again, even for one more look.

Xiao Fuzi couldn't feel her sadness.

"But if you can't get out, they won't let you out."

Jiang Qingxue patted his little head gently and said in a persuasive manner.

"That's why I discussed it with you. Didn't you upgrade? Can you let me see how powerful you are now? Isn't it a waste of time for a hero to be useless?"

In front of Jiang Qingxue, Xiao Fuzi was never defensive, he proudly patted his chest.

"I'm so awesome. Even the guards from Nanshan Villa are not enough in front of me."

……

The next day, it was still dark.

Xiao Fuzi turned into a boy of about ten years old, stole the carriage of the other courtyard, and took Jiang Qingxue down the mountain. The heavy fog in the mountains had not cleared up, and the Nanshan Villa lay alone among the mountains, with only the green The eaves of the roof are faintly visible, like an island floating in the sea.

Will she be stuck there for the rest of her life?

Let Xingyan be trapped with her?

She doesn't want...

Zhaoguang Temple was not very far away. They arrived at the foot of the mountain around noon. The incense in the temple was not very prosperous, and there were not many pilgrims.

Although Jiang Qingxue was wearing a thick curtain hat, she had a graceful figure and a romantic attitude. As she climbed the steps, even the wind around her carried a faint fragrance, attracting passers-by's attention.

A young man saw that she was only accompanied by a child, so he shamelessly went up to chat with her.

"My dear lady, why are you here to offer incense alone? I am most familiar with Zhaoguang Temple. How about I lead the way for my dear lady?"

Passers-by craned their necks to watch the excitement, and a few men were also eager to try.

Little Fuzi crossed his arms and jumped three feet high.

"I'm not a human being? Are you blind?"

The young master was so embarrassed that he shrank his neck and said in a low voice.

"You kid, you are so rude!"

Xiao Fuzi rushed up and sprayed the young man's face with saliva.

"Go, go, you shameless scoundrel. If you dare to molest my mother, be careful. I'll beat you to death."

Jiang Qingxue pulled him back and reminded him in a low voice.

"Good boy, business is important, don't let things get complicated."

Xiao Fuzi just stopped and followed Jiang Qingxue obediently. He looked very much like Jiang Qingxue's son. This move caused an uproar among everyone.

"This woman is so young, but she has such an old son?"

"It's also possible that she is the step-sister, and others didn't say she was the biological mother..."

"It's such a pity that someone with such good looks ended up being a step-mother..."

Ni Yuanqiao accompanied Mrs. Ni out of Zhaoguang Temple and happened to pass by Jiang Qingxue. However, he was preoccupied with his own thoughts and was not in the mood to look around. He just felt a hint of strange fragrance coming to his nostrils.

Jiang Qingxue couldn't see anyone, she could only see the road under her feet and didn't know anything.

She first went to the main hall to worship and donated a large amount of incense and money. She only cried out that her husband at home was seriously ill and wanted to copy sutras in front of the Buddha for seven days. The abbot saw that she was pious and arranged a monk's room for her.

She originally wanted to sneak into Xing Hui's room at night and take a look at him secretly, but she never thought that before nightfall, Xing Hui would run in by accident.

"Donoress, it's time to eat."

Jiang Qingxue opened the door and saw a seven or eight-year-old little monk carrying a food box, followed by a cute little Yuxue, whose chubby little hands were grabbing the senior monk's robe.

He looked at Jiang Qingxue and said the same thing.

"Female donor, it's time to eat..."

Jiang Qingxue knelt down, smiled and stretched out her hand to him.

"Little monk, can I hug you?"

Xing Hui was so frightened that he hid behind his junior brother and shook his head.

"You can't hug. Master said that men and women cannot kiss each other."

Jiang Qingxue's eyes suddenly turned red. She lowered her eyes, but the tears couldn't stop falling, one drop at a time on the back of her hand. She had promised to just take a look from a distance.

Seeing her crying, Xinghui hurriedly stretched out his little hand to wipe the tears on the back of her hand.

"Donoress, why are you crying?"