Rescue Little White Flower

Hot and cold.

Time passed quickly, and when Shen Qingwei noticed it, she had been living in the princess's house for a year.

From reading, writing, and writing articles, she has made rapid progress from being criticized as being a childish person to having her mother's three-point demeanor.

Shen Qingwei's birthday is on August 14.

At this time last year, she was still in the Shen's house, and the only old slave who pityed her cooked a bowl of noodles for her, which was considered a birthday celebration.

At the Princess's Mansion this year, when she got up in the morning, she asked about the date. Hearing An Ning said it was the seventh day of August, oh, she didn't say anything.

Anyway, it is also a day no one remembers.

As usual, after packing herself up, she said to An Ning, and went to the study alone.

It rained last night and the ground was still wet. There was an autumn breeze, and a lot of leaves fell from the trees. When you step on it, you can hear the dull sound of leaves cracking in the water.

Shen Qingwei found it interesting and deliberately stepped on the leaves falling in the water. When she arrived at the entrance of the study, the shoes under her feet were half wet.

She stomped her feet, feeling that the moisture seemed to seep into the shoes, but it was still within a tolerable range.

Before I had time to say hello to the two guards in front of the study, I heard a familiar voice calling her from behind, and Shen Qingwei turned back, "Sister Qin."

"Miss," the maid Qin blessed her, "His Royal Highness is going out today. Let me inform you and change into clothes that are convenient for traveling."

go out?

Where to go?

Shen Qingwei recalled whether she missed what Zhao Xingyue had said when she left yesterday, but she really couldn't remember when Zhao Xingyue said that she was going out yesterday.

She glanced at the clothes she was wearing today, a plain long skirt, the skirt just over the instep, under the skirt is trousers, a suit that is very suitable for traveling at home.

"There is nothing to change," she said, "Is your Royal Highness in the Flower Hall? Take me over."

Except when entering the palace, Zhao Xingyue dressed like a day for ten years, plain clothes, casually rolled up long hair, plain hairpin. I don't know if it is Shen Qingwei's illusion, Zhao Xingyue's dress today seems to be more clean than before.

"His Royal Highness."

Hearing the sound, Zhao Xingyue recovered and looked at Shen Qingwei.

Fourteen or five years old, it was when she was growing up. When I saw her last year, she still had baby fat on her face. She was pretty and pretty, but she was childish. After the bitter summer this year, a lot of the flesh on her face disappeared. , The thin fat clings to the bones, showing the beauty of her bone shape, and the overall outline suddenly appeared. Su Yeqing has the descent of a Hu, and her facial features are more three-dimensional than traditional Daqing women. After the age of fifteen, this characteristic inherited from her descent finally began to show in Shen Qingwei.

In addition, he was taller, his waist became slender, and his chest swelled up like a balloon.

Zhao Xingyue's sight only stayed on Shen Qingwei's face for a moment, and then fell on her feet.

Shen Qingwei hid her feet in her skirt unnaturally.

"Take the lady down for a pair of boots."

Shen Qingwei bit her lip, "Don't be so troublesome..."

"Yes."

The maid replied and walked to Shen Qingwei's side.

Shen Qingwei blessed Zhao Xingyue, "Thank you, Your Highness."

When I really went out, it was already a quarter of an hour later.

Shen Qingwei changed a pair of warm and comfortable boots, and the autumn cold that had been contaminated by stepping on the water was instantly driven away by the soft and warm fluff in the boots.

The carriage in the Long Princess Mansion is big and beautiful, with a thick layer of cushions inside, so people can sit in it directly.

There were special pull tabs and handrails on the carriage. Zhao Xingyue never wanted someone to hold her when getting in and out of the carriage. She always grasped the supporting place by herself, and seemed to send herself in easily.

After she went in, she picked up a book and read it. Shen Qingwei got into the carriage and stayed in the corner. Zhao Xingyue didn't speak, and she regarded herself as non-existent.

She actually wanted to ask where Zhao Xingyue planned to take her, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't quite ask.

She and Zhao Xingyue stayed for nearly a year. Although there is no day and night, there are always four or five hours in a day. They are sitting in the same study.

Zhao Xingyue rarely avoids her when doing things. Whether it is dealing with military affairs or teaching subordinates, he is always in front of her.

At first, Shen Qingwei would be frightened by Zhao Xingyue's gloomy tone when he was angry and had nightmares at night, but now, she can tell whether Zhao Xingyue is really angry or just pretending to be scary, and whether the same sentence is a mockery or a compliment.

She could tell that Zhao Xingyue at this time was not in a good mood.

The sunlight fell in from the window of the carriage and was divided into small pieces by the wooden window. Zhao Xingyue's fingertips stayed on the book, but he hadn't moved for a long time.

Shen Qingwei rarely saw Zhao Xingyue like this.

"Look at what I do?" It was Zhao Xingyue who broke the silence first.

Shen Qingwei pursed her lips, after all she mustered her courage, and asked: "His Royal Highness did not sleep well yesterday?"

"Um."

"The weather has become cold recently. Your Royal Highness must pay attention to your health."

The book was turned over, and Zhao Xingyue casually said: "So are you."

Shen Qingwei's lips were pursed white, and she couldn't help but pull a small arc.

Her face couldn't stop the heat, she turned her head and quietly pushed open a small slit on her side of the window.

The cool autumn breeze rolled in, and the air was filled with water vapor, and I took a deep breath as if I could smell the fragrance of the maple forest ten miles away.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth. The Mid-Autumn Festival in the capital is to hold a lantern festival. Nowadays, lanterns of various colors are hung everywhere.

Shen Qingwei rarely goes out. In the past, when she was in Shen's mansion, no one paid attention to her. As long as Shen Qingrong did not trouble her, she could often slip out alone and spend two copper plates in the teahouse to hear the story of Mr. Shu, or wear it. A man dressed in a man's clothing went to the library to secretly turn over a page or two of the storybook, and the princess mansion was heavily guarded, and it was necessary to prove that she had to go wherever she went except where she lived. In addition, she had heavy daily learning tasks. I haven't been out for a long time.

"Like the outside?"

The sudden sound startled Shen Qingwei. She let go of her hand subconsciously, and the wooden windows and window frames made a crisp sound. She squeezed her fingers nervously, not knowing whether to say she liked it or not.

"I was negligent." Zhao Xingyue put away the book in her hand, "In the future, you will be like the officials in the Yamen. You will take a day off every ten days. If you want to go out, talk to Aqin and she will make arrangements for you. ."

Shen Qingwei was taken aback, and after hearing it clearly, she shook her head and said, "No, no, I like reading very much."

"The little girl should walk outside."

Shen Qingwei lowered her head and murmured: "But I want to stay with Your Highness even more."

Her voice was very small, if it weren't for Zhao Xingyue's keen ears, she could hardly hear her clearly.

Zhao Xingyue looked at Shen Qingwei, and happened to bump into the latter and raised her eyes secretly. Shen Qingwei quickly lowered her eyes, the color like a peach and plum quickly spread from her cheeks to her neck.

The snow-white skin is stained with a touch of red, which looks beautiful.

The carriage crossed the street, and the voice gradually became quieter. Seeing that Zhao Xingyue did not blame herself for opening the window, Shen Qingwei secretly opened the window to look outside, but found that at some point, the carriage had left the capital and was heading for someone outside the city. Drive in two directions.

Inside the city and outside the city, there are two completely different sceneries. On the outskirts of Beijing in autumn, the harvested fertile fields are spread out flat on the ground. The sun falls on the fields wet by rain, and the black land is shining with golden light, far away. The red maple forest was everywhere, a piece of fiery red, like a corner of the sky was burnt.

very beautiful.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, there are times when I get tired of seeing it. I wake up early in the morning, and the carriage sways again. After a while, Shen Qingwei closed her eyes and fell asleep by the bed.

When she woke up, the carriage did not know when it had stopped. The place where another person was supposed to lay in the carriage was empty at this time.

She panicked and hurriedly pushed the car door, and found that Zhao Xingyue was sitting not far away. In front of her, there was a solitary grave.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Xingyue turned around, "Are you awake?"

Shen Qingwei grabbed her hair, didn't accept the hand of the maid, and jumped down with the frame of the car.

She walked over and followed the people around Zhao Xingyue, consciously giving way to her.

Shen Qingwei's eyes fell on the tombstone with some doubts.

With this glimpse, her gaze was condensed on it, and the brisk steps under her feet suddenly became heavy.

She looked up at Zhao Xingyue, "...This is my mother's tomb?"

Zhao Xingyue didn't speak, but her attitude was undoubtedly tacit approval.

Shen Qingwei walked to the tomb, her hand involuntarily squeezed into a fist. She felt her throat dry and severe, "...I never knew."

"No one told me that my mother was buried here, so I didn't dare to ask, I asked..."

It's just a humiliation.

She never mentions her mother in Shen's house, because every time she mentions it, it must be her father's cold eyes, as well as stepmother's sneers and Shen Qingrong's ridicule.

She did not want to give Shen Qingrong an excuse to abuse her mother.

The servant prepared the ignited incense and handed it to Shen Qingwei's hand.

She took the incense, inserted it in front of the grave, took the paper money, and burned it in the prepared copper basin.

The ground was wet, and the servants of the princess's mansion prepared the mats. Without other people's words, Shen Qingwei knelt up and knocked her head.

One, two, three...

"Get up."

When Zhao Xingyue spoke, Shen Qingwei had already knocked off her head. She seemed to knock off all the heads she owed before.

For the first time, she violated Zhao Xingyue's words, did not get up the first time, but squatted on the mat, letting her tears pour down like a flood of gates opened.

This is her mother's tomb.

In fifteen years, she walked to this place for the first time.

She had imagined more than once, what life would be like if she had a mother.

Will it be like Shen Qingrong, snuggling under her mother's lap, acting like a baby and asking for a new set of skirts and a new hairpin? Will her mother comb her nice hair, cook a bowl of longevity noodles for her on her birthday, or sit by the window and embroider a sachet for her.

But there is no if in the world.

Her mother had already turned into a small tomb, and she didn't even know this place for the past fifteen years.

She pressed her throat, like she had done in dreams countless times, and whispered: "Mother..."