Lu Wanzhen thought for a while, then nodded secretly, she must be a great beauty.

After all, Queen Zhou Xianhua and wife Zhou Xiantong are rare beauties in this world, not to mention Lu Biheng's facial features are also resolute and generous, she believes that Le Ning will not be so bad in the future.

This person is the most simple-minded but also the most incomprehensible person she has ever met.

Lu Wanzhen thought that it was not enough for him to be ignorant of his own mind.

She leaned over and bit Le Ning's nose lightly, and then hugged him to sleep in relief.

……

The next day.

Zhou Xiantong and Lu Biheng went to the gate of Lu Wanzhen's courtyard early in the morning and ordered someone to pass it on.

The servant girl was a little puzzled, and also a little embarrassed, after all, it was too early, and the watch drum had just sounded, why did the fourth lady come to the courtyard of His Highness the Prince?

Lu Wanzhen's yard and Lu Rong's yard are in the same place, but they are marked out separately, lest guests come and have to walk through Lu Rong's yard, which is inconvenient on both sides.

Fortunately, Lu Wanzhen has the habit of waking up early to dance swords recently. After Fang washed up and went out, he heard the maidservant's message, so when he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, the moment he met Zhou Xiantong's eyes, Lu Wanzhen bowed and said:

"I was thinking of waiting for my aunt to get better before I mentioned this matter to my aunt, but now I'm thinking about it."

Hearing what she said, Zhou Xiantong immediately felt a little unsteady, but Lu Biheng next to him helped, frowned, and asked: "But there is... news about my little girl?"

Lu Wanzhen nodded.

She didn't give a shit, and said to the two: "I was lucky enough to find out about this half a month ago, and I found a witness a few days ago. Can uncle and aunt come with me to meet that person conveniently?"

Zhou Xiantong took a deep breath, her usual gentle face had become cold now, she was a tough mother, when she thought of someone separating her from her child for nearly twenty years, she couldn't help but want to cut him into pieces.

"Naturally, please His Highness lead the way."

……

An hour later.

Le Ning stretched her waist, and when the maids said that His Highness was going out, she nodded and went straight to the kitchen.

Thinking about sending some to Mrs. Zhou's yard for breakfast today, Le Ning thought about whether there were any mild ingredients, and decided after a while——

Pumpkin millet soup, it's you!

She hummed a song and was busy in the kitchen, cutting pumpkins, cooking millet, and the earthenware pot made a humming sound on the small stove. It was obviously a simple breakfast, but Le Ning was enjoying herself and was even thinking about it. After two days, I will make the kimchi, and have a bowl of hot porridge for breakfast, which can't be more sour.

The moment the porridge was ready, she filled a bowl with a bowl, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of someone at the door of the kitchen and shouted:

"Go and call the maid from the Fourth Madam's courtyard. Today I cooked some porridge, which should nourish the stomach. Let's see if there is also a portion in the courtyard over there."

She lowered her head and spoke on her own, and found that the man didn't move much after speaking, Le Ning felt that something was wrong, she turned her head to look——

Zhou Xiantong was standing by the threshold looking at her, her eyes were a little red, as if she had already cried.

Le Ning was startled, and reflexively shouted:

"lady……"

Zhou Xiantong responded, with intense joy in her warm brows and eyes, squeezing away the previous worries, as if she wanted to read all the changes in Le Ning over the years, her eyes were fixed on Le Ning I didn't leave for a long time.

She approached slowly, and said in a stern voice: "Don't bother others, I like this porridge very much."

She looked at Le Ning, who didn't know how to place her hands and feet. She wanted to hand out the porridge in her hand, but she was worried that the porridge bowl was too hot when she stretched out her hand. After all, Zhou Xiantong took good care of her, and her fingers were as delicate as a girl's. She shrunk subconsciously. He shrunk and said:

"Madam be careful."

Zhou Xiantong seemed to have a thousand words to say, but when he opened his mouth, there was still only one answer: "Hey."

Le Ning bit her lip, turned around and put a cloth on the bowl, and when she handed it over, she took the initiative to smile at Zhou Xiantong, probably because she stayed in this body for too long, and her connection with the original owner must be getting deeper and deeper. Zhou Xiantong felt a little bit at a loss.

After a long time, I tried to say:

"Actually, in fact, I heard His Highness explain this matter yesterday, and I was really happy in my heart. It's just... I haven't been happy at Madam's knees for many years, and I haven't fulfilled my filial piety to my children. I hope Madam will forgive me. I, I will call you first. Mom, how are you?"

She felt a little unfamiliar and shy, but Zhou Xiantong in front of her burst into tears when she heard her call "A Niang".

Chapter 42 Brown Sugar

Le Ning frantically coaxed Zhou Xiantong, very at a loss. After all, her modern mother was not such a gentle and intellectual woman. She usually roared at the east of the river, and the content was nothing more than:

"Look at the mess in your girl's house, the kennel is even cleaner than yours!"

"My colleague's daughter can cook at home, wash clothes and mop the floor at the age of eight. Look at you, you are so old, you are not sensible at all!"

In Le Ning's memory, there is almost no picture of her mother crying, she is always so powerful and domineering.

Seeing Zhou Xiantong crying now, Le Ning suddenly thought, if her mother found out about her disappearance, or some other unexpected situation, maybe...she would cry too.

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