"I'm not telling you this to excuse Dong Zhuo, nor am I saying that what he did was right.
If you, An'er, hadn't avoided these things yesterday, I can't imagine what would have happened next.
An'er, what will happen to the relationship between you and Dong Zhuo? This is something you need to consider on your own. No matter what you decide to do, I will support you."
Ye Peizhu spoke gently, raising her hand to touch Song Le'an's head.
[My mother is right, isn't it the possessiveness that's at work?
Dong Zhuo...it can be said that my fifth brother is his only light. If this light of my fifth brother doesn't want him anymore, then what will happen to him...
Wait, let me think, when I came back in my previous life, my fifth brother was already gone, and it seemed that Dong Zhuo was also gone at that time.
Moreover, the Minister of Rites at that time was not named Dong. Later I heard people say that the previous Minister of Rites was killed by his son, and his son then set fire to the mansion and burned all the hundreds of people in it to death.
Could it be that the person who killed the Minister of Rites and set fire in the previous life was Dong Zhuo?
I don’t know what happened to Dong Zhuo in my previous life after my fifth brother drowned to death, which caused him to drag my entire family down with him.
Dong Zhuo's father and mistress were not nice to him either. If he hadn't done something to make Dong Zhuo angry, he probably wouldn't have been so cruel.
It would be great if I could continue to have predictive dreams, at least I could see what happened to Dong Zhuo in his previous life.
In this life, my fifth brother avoided the things planned by Dong Zhuo, and was not beaten to death by his classmates.
But fate might still have some connection with Dong Zhuo. If I could know what happened to Dong Zhuo afterwards, maybe I could help my fifth brother.
But I can't speak. Even if I want to help my fifth brother, I have to be able to speak and tell him!
Song Jiujiu sighed deeply, and then her eyelids began to twitch.
[Sleep, sleep, this baby's brain really can't think about anything too complicated right now.]
As soon as Song Jiujiu stopped thinking and closed her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep.
The chubby little face looks even more chubby and adorable because it is sleeping with its head tilted to the side.
Song Le'an's heart skipped a beat as he listened to his sister's thoughts.
In his previous life, Dong Zhuo killed his father and set fire to everyone in the Dong Mansion?
Dong Zhuo...what happened in his previous life that made him do such a decisive thing?!
Song Le'an was a little panicked and worried about his friends.
"Mother, my sister is asleep, so I will go back to the room first."
Song Le'an stood up and deliberately lowered his voice.
"Go ahead, An'er. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, okay? If there's anything you can't figure out, just come and talk to Mom, okay?"
Ye Peizhu looked at her fifth son worriedly and gave him a gentle instruction.
"Yes, my son will."
Song Le'an tried to smile, then walked around to the crib and tucked the corner of the quilt for his sister before leaving.
I hope my sister can have another predictive dream about what happened to Dong Zhuo in his previous life.
If God allows, he wants to help Dong Zhuo change his fate.
As Song Le'an wished, Song Jiujiu was dreaming.
The scenes in the dream came one after another, and Song Jiujiu watched them all as if she was watching a flower in a hurry.
When Song Jiujiu woke up, she was still a little dazed.
The scenes in her dream would appear in her mind from time to time.
"Baby, you're awake. Are you hungry?"
Ye Peizhu had been paying attention to Song Jiujiu. When she saw her open her eyes, she asked Qiuyun to hold her over.
Song Jiujiu opened her eyes and looked at her beautiful mother, smacking her lips.
[I'm hungry. Dreaming is exhausting. I need to drink more.]
Ye Peizhu guessed that her daughter might have had another precognitive dream, so she hugged her daughter with heartache and asked her to drink more and drink until she was full.
Song Jiujiu held the food and gulped it down for a long time until she was finally full.
She burped and felt like she was full from drinking too much milk.
Ye Peizhu reached out and touched her bulging belly, "Baby's belly is bulging, you can't drink anymore."
[I'm a little full, I don't want to drink anymore. I don't know how my fifth brother will choose to deal with the matter between him and Dong Zhuo.
I just had a prophetic dream. Dong Zhuo, oh, it was really miserable. And my fifth brother’s drowning was not an accident after all. It can be said that Dong Zhuo avenged my fifth brother.
My fifth brother had made so many friends, but in the end, the only one who helped him get revenge was Dong Zhuo. Sigh!
Song Jiujiu couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
She sighed, blew a saliva bubble, and wet the bed again without noticing.
Song Jiujiu: "......"
[Go ahead and pee, it’ll only take a few months. When I’m one year old, I’ll definitely not wet the bed anymore!]
Ye Peizhu hid the worry in her eyes, "The baby seems to have wet the bed, Qiuyun, come and change the baby's diaper."
Qiuyun responded and carried Song Jiujiu over.
There was a noise outside. Ye Peizhu turned her head and saw her fourth son Song Zixuan coming in.
Song Zixuan was still fingering a string of Buddhist beads in his hand as he walked to Ye Peizhu's bed.
"Is mother feeling better today?"
Song Zixuan had a slight smile on his face.
"She's feeling better now. Mother will be out of confinement in a few days. Zixian, have you visited your fifth brother?"
Ye Peizhu thought that her fourth son was only nine years old, but his thoughts were very mature and rational. Maybe after talking to An'er, he could give An'er some inspiration.
"I've seen it. He also told me what happened to Xiaowu in the past two days. I saw that he had his own ideas, so I didn't say much."
Song Zixuan seemed to understand what his mother meant, and what he said was exactly what Ye Peizhu was thinking.
Ye Peizhu nodded. "Zixian, how are you getting along with your classmates in the Xuanzi class?"
Ye Peizhu also suddenly realized that she didn't seem to pay much attention to her fourth son's life at the Imperial Academy.
Zixian is too independent, and sometimes she, as a mother, forgets that he is only a nine-year-old child.
Song Zixuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, "We get along very well, don't worry, mother. In a few days it will be my sister's full moon ceremony.
The son heard from his father that the emperor had ordered that his sister's full-month ceremony be held in the palace.
I don’t know if my eldest, second, and third brothers can make it back.”
Speaking of her other three sons, Ye Peizhu couldn't help but worry.
"Your three brothers haven't sent any letters back these days, and I don't know if they can make it back.
Your second brother is in poor health. If you have to travel in a hurry, it will also affect his health.
Although my mother also hopes that our whole family can celebrate Jiuer's full moon ceremony together, now we can only let nature take its course."
"Mother, this is my son's early full moon gift to my sister."
As Song Zixuan spoke, he took out an exquisite wooden box from his arms.
"Inside is a string of small Buddhist beads, blessed by the temple's abbot to ward off evil spirits."
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