An Shuyao nodded: "Just stay at home and we'll be back soon."
The three of them went out again, using the Hu family's carriage. The snow was heavy, so it was difficult to drive the carriage.
Xiao Gua was in charge of driving, and he was too cold even in his raincoat. Their destination this time was at the foot of the mountain along the road to Qingfeng Village, and their carriage was stuck there.
Originally, two sticks of incense could reach the county seat, but it took a little longer because of the snow. By the time they arrived at the scene, it was almost half an hour.
An Shuyao looked at Feng Xue helplessly. She hoped that Lu Jin would not go out, otherwise he would freeze and she would have to come to treat him again.
An Jingzhou and An Shaoheng got out of the car first. An Shuyao took a deep breath before opening the car curtain. She was wearing a fox fur hat, and the wind and snow fascinated her eyes.
Stepping on the thick white snow, An Shuyao discovered that there were three carriages coming from the An family this time, accompanied by some loyal old servants.
"Miss!"
Suddenly hearing such a sound, a pretty face burst into her eyes.
"Ooooh, miss, I miss you so much."
"misty rain?"
Yanyu hugged An Shuyao and said, "Miss, it's great that you're okay."
The moment he saw Yanyu, An Shuyao's memory became vivid.
This was a little girl she rescued from a trafficker on the street when she was a child. Later, she entered the Marquis Mansion and became her personal maid.
It all seems like yesterday. In the blink of an eye, they have grown so big.
"You...are all here?"
Yanyu shook her head: "The Fengping Marquis Mansion was ransacked, and some of the servants left after being deeded. We came to Anzhou voluntarily with the master and his wife. Anyway, I have nowhere to go, so we might as well continue to follow Anjia.
"
An Shuyao looked at them one by one. The person who was still busy shoveling the snow was the old housekeeper of the Hou Mansion. He was given the surname An, and everyone in the house called him Amber.
The person who helped An Bo was his wife, who was also An's mother's personal maid. People in the house called her Aunt He.
Driving the horses were her and Amber's son, named Anping, and the old embroiderer Guixiang. This time she followed the An family north to Anzhou.
They are all old servants who have stayed with the An family for most of their lives. They have a deep relationship with the An family and regard the An family as their own home.
"Yao'er." A woman's trembling voice sounded, and An Shuyao stiffened. When she came, she was very worried about the safety of An's family, but when she actually saw it, she flinched and didn't know how to face it.
She raised her eyes and looked at the woman wearing coarse clothes not far away through the wind and snow. Her black hair, which had been well maintained in the past, was mixed with a lot of white.
That beautiful and gentle face also seemed to have some shallow wrinkles. Mother An was a real Jiangnan beauty, petite, and spoke in a soft voice, which was very nice.
The flower that was supposed to be a pampered greenhouse flower turned pale in the ice and snow, making her eyes even redder.
An's mother ran over through the snow, and An's father on the side tried to hold her up, but she threw him away: "My Yao'er, mother, I'm sorry for you, Yao'er, woo woo woo."
She hugged An Shuyao into her arms, and it was still a familiar warm embrace. Her memory immediately recalled that when she was three years old, she had to be hugged and coaxed by An's mother every day before she would sleep.
"My poor daughter, it's my mother who doesn't know people well, it's my mother who was blinded by pork. How could I, how could I hate you and scold you." An's mother's hands were a little cold, and she hugged An Shuyao tightly.
, this is the daughter she got by longing for the stars and the moon.
He was raised like jewels, but in the end she made the mistake of saying such cold words to hurt her heart.
An's mother regretted it very much. Even if An Shuyao was not her biological daughter, she had raised her for sixteen years anyway. She didn't know why she had the heart to treat her like this.
What's more, this was born in her tenth month of pregnancy.
When it was found out, An's mother wanted to die. She cried all day long and became more and more haggard. Seeing that An Shuyao did not respond to her, An's mother cried bitterly.
It seems that my daughter has a problem with them and does not forgive them.
Father An looked at Mother An distressedly: "Mother Ran, the imperial doctor said, you can't be sad anymore. For the sake of your health, stop crying."
An's mother's surname was Qin, with the single character "Ran". She was the daughter of a small official family. When she was in Jiangnan, she was accidentally seen by An's father, who was inheriting the title at that time. He fell in love at first sight and forcibly married her.
Everyone said that Qin Ran was very lucky, but An's father felt that meeting her was his lifelong blessing.
He loved An's mother more than he loved these children, so naturally he couldn't see her sad and crying.
An Shuyao glanced at An's father. His previously straight back seemed to have been bent a lot, and even his hair on the temples was much whiter.
She stretched out her hand to touch An's mother's face, wiping away her tears with her fingertips: "Mom, don't cry anymore."
An's mother cried for a while. She looked at An Shuyao with red eyes, a little incredulous: "Yao'er... what did you call me?"
An Shuyao was a little helpless: "Mom, aren't you my biological mother? Otherwise, what would you call me? Aunt?"
An's mother reached out and pinched An Shuyao's arm: "You girl, where did you get your aunt from?"
"Hiss." An Shuyao deliberately said with a grimace: "Why do you pinch me as soon as we meet? Forget it when I was a child. I have grown up now and I can't be beaten anymore."
An's mother burst out laughing and said, "You're a poor talker. Didn't your mother beat you when you were a child? You're just telling lies."
Seeing that An's mother was in a better mood, An Shuyao glanced at An's father, and he immediately gave An Shuyao a look of approval.
This coaxing had to involve a little cotton-padded jacket, and An's father breathed a sigh of relief, finally seeing his wife smile. He had been worried to death for the past few months.
Seeing that she was getting thinner and thinner, if he hadn't often talked about An Shuyao who was suffering in Anzhou, she would have been reluctant to let go of her daughter, otherwise she would have passed away as soon as she closed her eyes.
Sure enough, coming to Anzhou was the right thing to do. He was really afraid that An's mother would die in depression.
An Shuyao hugged her gently: "Mom, I don't blame you anymore. We have all been plotted. Let bygones be bygones. Be happy. My brothers are not married yet. Are you willing to let them go?"
An's mother wiped her tears and said with a smile: "I'm not worried about them. I'm only worried about you. I dreamed several times that you encountered something unexpected in Anzhou. When I woke up, I felt so distressed."
An Shuyao replied: "I'm fine. I'm well fed and clothed. You don't have to worry about me."
Mother An was worried when her son traveled thousands of miles. This sentence turned out to be true, and Mother An sighed.
An Jingzhou poked his head out of the second carriage: "Little sister, come and take a look at big brother's legs."
An Shuyao almost forgot about her eldest brother while he was busy catching up with An's mother.
So she hurriedly got into the carriage. There was a strong smell of medicine inside the carriage. There was a blanket on top, and a man in his late twenties was lying on it with his eyes tightly closed.