In the shadows in the dark, a man ran out and caught the child.

Fangfei felt relieved, and Honger yelled intuition: "Don't you hug me... don't want you..."

However, no one listened to his objection.

He hugged him tightly with his big hands. He was originally taller and stronger than the children of his same age, so Fangfei couldn't pick him up at all, but at this time he was hugged by this man, and he couldn't struggle at all.

.

He was almost effortless, as if he was holding an extremely light thing. His big hand patted his back, and his voice was very gentle: "Hong'er be good... Look, my body is so hot and hot, hurry up and lie down, otherwise

I won't get up tomorrow."

The child sobbed: "I don't want you...I don't want you...The Queen Mother, I want the Queen Mother..."

Fangfei followed him and grabbed his hand, "Hong'er, I'll always be with you, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

She was panicked and didn't pay attention to her feet. The night was hazy and the mountain road was a little slippery. She staggered and almost fell down.

Luo Jia was quick-witted and grabbed her: "Fangfei, be careful."

The child was about to struggle and cry, but suddenly he saw the Queen Mother almost falling down and shouted: "Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager, what's wrong with you?"

Fangfei smiled reluctantly and said softly: "Hong'er, I can't hold it... I can't hold it..."

It was a tone that was almost begging.

The child felt uncomfortable and never struggled again. His head became hotter and his body was soft, but he felt that he was being held by these big hands. Under the moonlight, although he couldn't see who he was,

Know. Subconsciously, you know. You are in such an arms, generous and down-to-earth, just like your father holding you.

The child never had any sound.

Luo Jia held him and strode, Fangfei trotted and followed.

I was still anxious and said quietly: "Is Honger in danger?"

"I guess I'm infected with the cold... I'll be fine if I go back to recuperate for a few days..."

...

Finally, I returned to Cining Palace.

The left and right had been shut out.

Everyone only noticed that a Taoist priest entered. Because of his silver hair, everyone suddenly thought it was a psychic Taoist priest.

After putting Hong'er on the bed, Fangfei breathed a sigh of relief. She hurriedly looked at her son's face carefully, and then touched his pulse.

Luo Jia hurriedly asked, "Is the condition serious?"

"It's indeed infected with the cold."

She hurriedly wrote a list and told someone to go down and boil the medicine.

Hong'er was lying on the bed, her eyes still half open, staring at the man opposite her fiercely under the hazy palace lantern - the only one who was blurry was his silver hair.

This is the Queen Mother's bedroom.

Here, except for the father, no man has ever come in. Even the father is probably only outside. Every time he comes in, the empress dowager will be unhappy.

But why could he come in with a swagger?

And the Queen Mother, her clothes—her clothes!

Just like this, my clothes were still clean and filial clothes. When my father passed away, he had to keep mourning for three years in the palace. Although everything is simple now and it will not take so long, it is always necessary to keep mourning for half a year. Therefore,

He has been wearing a clean mourning clothes.

Li Zhongshu explained the etiquette so clearly. In this palace, from ministers to palace maids and eunuchs, everyone was still plain.

Why did the Queen Mother change her clothes?

Of course, the Queen Mother also wore plain clothes - but what he saw and saw with his own eyes that the plum blossoms on the cuffs were light red.

In his heart, he didn't know whether he was sad for his father or for himself - why? Is this because of this man who brought him back?

However, when his fierce gaze touched his gentle gaze, he couldn't help but avoid it - in his heart, he felt that his silver hair was so handsome - even hatred could not be done.

In my heart, I thought quietly, so strangely - why is he not my father?

Why not him?

After all, the child cannot resist fatigue and even forgets to pursue the matter. He closes his eyes and falls asleep deeply.

Fangfei sat beside the bed and took a towel to apply to him.

She ran back all the way, sweating and very tired. When she picked up the veil again, Luo Jia walked over, sat beside her, and whispered: "Fangfei, go and rest for a while, I

Come."

She forced a smile and looked at Hong'er nervously.

Luo Jia looked at her and then at Hong'er on the bed - like two children.

Suddenly, she realized that the important task on her shoulders - not one child, but two children - she was confident in her great political affairs, but was always careful when it came to her son's affairs.

What's the solution?

Just because she loves him - he is her only bone and blood, the most important one in the world, and even more important than herself.

Moreover, he is not an ordinary child - he is the emperor of this country.

For other children, if they don’t understand, don’t understand, and make a mistake, they can ignore it. It can be explained - but there is no way for this child, there is no way.

He has always received elegant and upright education for her, to become a moral model of this country and the highest manager - how can he let him see her "filthy" side?

Grandpa, father-grandmother, mother...

For such a relationship, who can explain it to his children with shame?

She sat there, just as she was stunned, her eyes full of fear.

Luo Jia reached out to wipe off the sweat from her forehead and laughed in a low voice: "Little thing, don't be afraid of something small."

She suddenly raised her head and grabbed his hand tightly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I'm scared, I don't know how to tell Hong'er..."

That was exactly the same as Honger.

He suddenly remembered that ugly little girl many years ago, staring at a plate of pastries.

Xiao Fangfei, Xiao Honger.

In my life, I am destined to deal with children.

Luo Jia felt sad, "Little guy, you are so stupid."

"But, Your Majesty..."

"You don't care about anything, I'll tell Honger. Fangfei, don't be afraid."

She suddenly laughed, gently raised her head to look at him: "Really? Then I don't care."

It was like a tricky ball, finally kicked out.

Luo Jia blinked quietly: "I have the best way to deal with the little guy. Have you forgotten? Hong'er has been teaching him all these years."

He knows the child's habits, hobbies and thoughts clearly.

Fangfei felt relieved, closed her eyes, leaned on the chair, and sighed slowly and long.

It was already midnight. The surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Luo Jia reached out to touch the child's forehead. It was no longer so hot. Instead, he looked sideways and heard a slight snoring. He turned around and laughed silently, but saw Fangfei leaning against the back of the chair.

Up, fell asleep.

Because I leaned against the chair and pressed my cheeks, I felt a slight saliva flowing out.

Such a familiar scene has been missing for a long time.

Everything is back.

He stood up gently, full of joy, reached out his hand and gently picked her up.

She was still confused: "Hong'er...Hong'er's fever has subsided?"

"Okay, Hong'er will get up tomorrow morning. You go and have a rest first."

Her body was already lying on the bed, next to Hong'er.

Both mother and son lie down together.

After a while, the child's hand stretched out, making it cold.

Luo Jia just put it into the quilt for him, and he turned over again and muttered, and he was in Fangfei's arms, his little face pressed against her face, and his hand grabbed her clothes.

At this time, Fangfei also stretched out her hand, hugged her son with one hand, and placed the other hand outside the quilt.

Luo Jia couldn't laugh or cry.

He reached out and grabbed her hand. Just as she was about to take it in, she suddenly grabbed her and held it tightly without consciousness.

Luo Jia did not move anymore, but just held her hand and looked at the sleeping mother and son on the bed. He was also sleepy, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair.

I was obviously tired, but I felt happy - it was the first time I was so happy in more than ten years.

That night, Fangfei slept so peacefully.

After many years, when did you live so carefree?
To be continued...