Under the blue sky, warm sea breeze, walking on the soft sandy beach, Yingluo is dressed in light blue plain clothes, walking on the beach, the sea breeze blows on her face, peaceful and comfortable.
It has been five years since she came to southern Xinjiang. After her father passed away half a year ago, she and her brother have almost no contact with her anymore. She lives alone with her mother and their two children.
She opened a medical clinic here to relieve the pain of the people here. The people here are simple and honest, there are no disputes in the court, and there is only peace and tranquility.
The sun was at the top of the sky and noon was approaching. She was going to pick up her two children from private school. They were a pair of twins. The elder sister was named Si Nian and the younger brother was named Si Cen. The brother and sister had exquisite features, carved with pink and jade, and most of them looked like them. As a father, seeing these two children, Yingluo no longer feels lonely in her heart.
Yingluo headed towards a bamboo building at the end of the beach. In this courtyard lived an old friend. Yingluo had an unusual emotional entanglement with him. This man was Aman, the king of the ancient Wu Kingdom.
Five years ago, I was surprised to learn that he also lived in southern Xinjiang.
When Arnold led troops to invade the northern capital, his aunt Yu Junning ordered his subordinates to escort him and his wife and children away. There was no place in the world that Aman wanted to go. After thinking about it, he took his wife and children to southern Xinjiang.
This was the place where he and Murong Yingluo met. He could not forget it, so he decided to settle down anonymously, changed his name to Lan Tingxu, and built a private school to teach the children here.
When he learned that Yingluo had come to southern Xinjiang with his father, he felt so full in his heart that if he never saw her again, he might not miss her.
The originally peaceful heart was broken. Now that Murong Yingluo and Prince Zheng were separated, she had planned to renew their relationship, but the two had a deep love for each other.
Yingluo only had Prince Zheng in her heart and could not tolerate anyone else. Moreover, she already knew that she was pregnant with Prince Zheng's flesh and blood.
She had two miscarriages and her body was damaged. In order to save the two children, she lay on the bed for seven months.
The past is gone, but now their two families are very good friends. His son Lan Heng is nine years old and has a gentle, gentle and lovable temperament.
Yingluo came to the private school. She hadn't finished school yet. Through the window, she saw two children studying hard. The children were always taken care of by their mother. During the day, she had to treat people and go to free clinics in surrounding areas. She could only be with the children at night. alone.
Gina prepared lunch and waited for her husband and children. She walked out of the kitchen and was surprised to see Yingluo coming. "Why are you here today? Where is the child's grandmother?"
Yingluo smiled and said: "I don't have to go out to the free clinic today, so I came to pick up the child."
"I have already prepared food in the kitchen. We are all a family. We don't have to pick them up in the future. Just feel free to leave the two children here."
There is always a feeling of regret between Aman and Yingluo. He hopes that his son can marry Nian'er, and Yingluo has agreed, and the two families are now married.
"The child's grandma can't live without these two children. If she doesn't go back, she'll be in panic again."
After class, Lan Heng led Si Nian and Si Cen out. Yingluo liked the gentle and elegant Lan Heng very much. He was very sensible and well-behaved.
Nian'er also liked playing with Lan Heng. Lan Heng took good care of the two children. Nian'er took Lan Heng's hand and said reluctantly: "Brother Lan Heng, come to my hospital to play!"
Lan Heng smiled warmly. He wanted to go out and play with Nian'er, but he also had to help his parents clean the school and organize all the students' homework.
"Nian'er, brother Lan Heng still has to help mother with things, and I will accompany you another day." Nian'er was a little unhappy, pouted and hid in her mother's arms.
At this time, Aman walked out of it. He had not changed much from before. When he saw Yingluo coming, his heart was filled with waves.
Every time I see her living a hard life as a woman with two children and an old man, I feel very pity in my heart.
"It's getting late, let's stay and have lunch together!"
Yingluo was afraid that Gina would misunderstand that the relationship between the two was unresolved, so she politely refused: "No, my mother is still waiting at home. If she doesn't see us, she will be worried again."
"Okay then!" Aman's lips turned helpless.
Yingluo hurriedly left with the two children in her arms, leaving Aman with a nostalgic look. Gina had long been used to it, and Murong Yingluo had always been the only one in his heart.
The fact that she could not change in this life was that she was just a slave, and she was content to be able to marry Aman. She did not want to destroy the relationship that the couple had managed to maintain now.
He smiled softly and said: "Ms. sir, Heng'er, let's go back to the room and have dinner!"
Yingluo carried her two children and headed towards the hospital. She returned late and her mother didn't know what trouble she might cause.
On the way, she was blocked by a sedan. Zhen'er opened the curtain of the sedan and called to Yingluo: "Miss, why are you here?"
Zhen'er was waiting outside the private school to pick up her and Yang Bupo's second son. Now that her belly was as big as a basket, it was already very inconvenient for her, so she still felt uneasy about picking him up in person.
Yingluo didn't see her when she came, "I didn't go out to the free clinic today, so I came to pick up the child."
Zhen'er got out of the sedan chair with support on her waist and backed away from the bearer. She felt heartbroken when she saw Yingluo alone with her two children.
In the past five years, Yang Bupo has truthfully reported Yingluo's situation here. Now that General Murong has passed away, King Zheng has not sent anyone to take the mother and son back to the capital.
Zhen'er really felt sorry for Murong Yingluo and Prince Zheng. They loved each other so vigorously back then, but now they are separated and miserable alone.
There was pity in her eyes, "Miss, why are you suffering now? Prince Zheng loves you so much, but you have to leave everything behind and come here, and even your children will have to suffer with you."
"I don't feel bitter. I have my family and my children here. I treat illnesses and save people every day, and my life is very fulfilling." His voice was low and hoarse.
"What about at night? In the dead of night, don't you miss your relationship with Prince Zheng? Don't you miss your child's father when you are lonely? As long as the young lady is willing, Bupo will immediately send someone to send the young lady and the young master back to the capital safely, so that
Your family is reunited."
Yingluo has always believed that if there is true love between her and Prince Zheng, it will not be forgotten because of separation. The more unforgettable it is, the longer it will last. Love does not necessarily have to last forever.
It is impossible for Prince Zheng not to know the situation of their mother and daughter. If he really loves her, Yingluo believes that he will leave everything to find her. If not, there will be nothing to miss.
"Having this pair of children by my side is already the best gift from God. I have nothing else to ask for."
"What's the matter with, Miss?"
The two children couldn't understand what they were talking about at all. Nian'er pulled her mother and said, "Aunt, are you bullying mother?"
Zhen'er was also a little anxious and her voice was louder. This Nian'er has been protecting her mother since she was a child and has a rather aggressive personality.
"Nian'er, my aunt did not bully my mother."
Si Cen's dark eyes were staring at Zhen'er's belly, as if he was thoughtful, "Aunt, why is your belly so big?"
Zhen'er always remembered the agreement she made with Murong Yingluo. She gave birth to two sons in succession for the Yang family. Nian'er also made an engagement with Lan Heng. She must give birth to a daughter this time to fulfill her wish back then.
"There is a younger sister in my aunt's womb, who is Cen'er's future wife!"
Cen'er raised her head and looked at Yingluo in confusion, saying, "How did my mother's sister get into my aunt's belly? What is a wife?"
Cen'er has been curious about everything since she was a child. Cen'er felt a little embarrassed to suddenly ask such a question, so she could only avoid it and said lightly: "My wife is the sister who plays with you."
Yingluo thought of King Zheng and how he taught Yuer so wisely. If he were here, he would know how to teach boys.
No one understood her. She knew that King Zheng had always longed to live a peaceful and peaceful life, and Southern Xinjiang was a place where people could return to peace.
Although the two of them have not made an agreement, Yu'er will soon be fifteen years old. Can he really leave everything behind and come back?
Yingluo took the children back to the hospital. Her mother, Yang, was already looking around outside the door. The two children were her heart and soul. If they didn't come back, they would be found by Yang Bupo and others.
Seeing the child, he couldn't wait to run out, "Cen'er! My good grandson! Why did you come back?"
Yingluo has long been accustomed to it. She has not wanted to see her since she was a child, but she still can't change her mentality of favoring boys over girls. Nian'er frowned, "Grandma! Haven't you seen Nian'er?"
Mrs. Yang stretched out her hand to take over the two sweet grandsons. Both of them felt pain, but she still favored the boys more.
"You two are grandma's good grandchildren! Grandma likes you both."
Mrs. Yang has prepared meals, which are the two children's favorites. It is gratifying to see their mother enjoying the family happiness.
In the dead of night, Yingluo coaxed Nian'er and the child kept asking questions about his father. Yingluo felt very sad. When Nian'er fell asleep, she took out the comb given to her by Prince Zheng, and her thoughts flooded into her heart like a tide.
Mother Yang came in with her sleeping grandson in her arms and placed it next to Nian'er. Yingluo hurriedly hid the comb under her pillow.
Yang didn't say anything, but she understood the pain in Yingluo's heart better than anyone else. Even though she liked her grandson, she would send the child back at night.
"You seem to have something on your mind?"
"No, mother is too worried."
"You crawled out of my belly. How could I not understand what's going on in your heart? Are you thinking about Prince Zheng? I've always complained that you can't live in a luxurious house, but you have to come here and suffer with us. You are a
Filial child, your father kept saying when he left that it was the Murong family that owed you. The child cannot live without his father, so go back to the capital!"
Yingluo leaned against her mother's arms and said, "Mom, I like the life here very much, and I think he will like it too. If he really loves us mother and son, he will definitely come."
"What if he can't let go of his power and status and never comes back for the rest of his life?"
"I will wait here for him forever."
In southern Xinjiang, Weizhou Island, the rising warm sun shyly reveals half a smile, and the drunken sunshine shines on the beach.
A half-platform was set up on the beach, and it was crowded with people, all of whom were patients from surrounding areas.
Yingluo sat on it, doing free clinics for the local people and writing prescriptions. There were so many people today that she was a bit busy, "Next!"
A man with a moon-white figure and a bamboo hat on his head sat in front of Yingluo, who was recording files. He just glanced at the patient who thought he had a hidden disease and didn't pay attention.
"What are the symptoms?"
"The food is tasteless, I can't sleep at night, and it hurts my heart every time I think about it. Luo'er, can you heal my lovesickness?"
When Yingluo heard Si Wushang's familiar voice, she stopped writing and tears flashed in her eyes. It was him! He was really here.
Si Wushang pulled off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing his peerless beauty. He had waited for so many years and finally waited for Yu'er to have a hairpin, so he left everything behind. The reason why he had ignored them and their son for so many years was because he was afraid that he would not be able to endure it.
live.
Yingluo jumped directly into his arms and hugged him tightly, "Shang! I have been waiting for you for a long time! You are finally here."