Chapter 1132 is about the Third Child
"say."
Song Chunxue said in a deep voice, her tone carrying an undercurrent of authority.
"Lord Xie has recovered very well, and everything else is normal. He remembers everyone," Tu Dan'er whispered, "except for you."
"Well, it's good that you're alright," she said calmly. "Let's just forget about it. Perhaps this is our destiny."
"Go back now, I'll be back tonight."
"But……"
"Go back." She didn't have the patience to say it a second time.
Tu Dan'er lowered his head and said, "Yes."
Song Chunxue really did wander around outside all day, only returning home after dark.
It rained in the afternoon, and as night fell and the lights came on, two lanterns hung on the steps leading up the mountain.
It looks rather creepy; it's better not to hang it at all.
Song Chunxue and the stubborn donkey slowly returned to her mountain.
There was a person sitting in front of the door who saw her and quickly ran down the steps.
Then, several more figures ran out from the side.
In the shadowy night, several people who cared about her rushed towards her at the same time.
"Junior Brother."
"Master."
"Uncle-Master!"
"Master, you're back."
"Uncle-Master, where have you been? Have you eaten?"
Song Chunxue, who was usually aloof, finally smiled.
"I've already eaten, so you don't need to worry. Go back and rest."
“Yes, you bunch of brats, go back now. I’ll keep her company tonight. It’s getting late, and you’ll get a scolding if you go back too late.” Fangyue squeezed next to Song Chunxue and shooed the younger generation back.
She knew that Song Chunxue needed a few days of peace and quiet.
The fact that she was able to come back proves that she is not as fragile as she seems.
He's at least better than her.
"Alright then, Uncle-Master, get some rest."
"Master, let's pen the stubborn donkey properly and pour him some water. There's hot water in the kitchen, Master, please feel free to use it."
“There is jujube paste in the room that Master likes to eat. Master remembers to eat it.”
Song Chunxue nodded, "Okay, thank you for your hard work. Don't worry, I'm fine. Go home early and be careful on the road."
Song Chunxue felt it was wrong of her to make the younger generation worry about her.
The children looked back every few steps as they slowly left.
Fangyue took Song Chunxue's hand and said, "Do you want to take a bath? The hot water is in the pot."
"Hmm, no rush. What does Senior Sister want to tell me?" Song Chunxue forced a smile. "I'll take a bath after you've finished speaking."
Fangyue was at a loss for words.
She gently hugged Song Chunxue and said, "If you're sad, just cry. If only I had taken that opportunity sooner, it's all my fault for hesitating for so long."
“It’s not your fault, senior sister, this is fate.” Song Chunxue said calmly as she poured two cups of tea. “Senior sister, why don’t you tell me what happened while I was away?”
Fangyue took a deep breath and explained the events of the day to her in detail.
After hearing this, Song Chunxue understood and felt much more at ease.
“But Master Han is taking Xie Zheng to find someone to treat him, and the return date is uncertain,” Fangyue said, looking at her in a low voice, afraid of startling her. “It could be as short as half a year, or as long as five or six years, or even ten years. My master and my uncle asked me to tell you that it’s best not to go with him, so that you won’t be sad and upset when you see him not recognizing you.”
"I'm not going." Song Chunxue listened to the rustling leaves outside the window. "When are we leaving?"
"The day after tomorrow," Fangyue held her hand, "are you going to see him tomorrow?"
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Song Chunxue stood up. “Senior sister, please go back. I’ve been traveling all day and want to rest early.”
"Okay." Fangyue felt saddened seeing her depressed appearance.
I wanted to say a few words of comfort to her, but I felt it was pointless and would only make her feel worse.
She lit some calming incense in the room and then quietly left.
That night, Song Chunxue lay in bed and didn't fall asleep until dawn.
She was awakened by a gentle touch.
"Little White?" She sat up in surprise. "Why are you here? Did you come alone, or did White Tiger come too?"
Little White rubbed against her neck and cheeks like a cat, affectionately rolled over to let her touch its belly, and affectionately pressed its paws against her nose.
"Knock knock knock".
"Mother, it's me."
Three children?
Her third child has arrived?
Song Chunxue immediately rubbed her eyes, put on her shoes and socks, looked at herself in the mirror, and rubbed them hard.
Thankfully, she doesn't look particularly haggard.
"Here I am." After a nap, my mind felt sluggish, everything seemed dull, and even my hearing seemed a bit off.
She smiled, and most of the sadness and disappointment from last night disappeared.
"Squeak."
As Song Chunxue opened the wooden door, she saw Sanwa standing outside. He was dressed in a light and elegant moon-white outfit, with a white jade hairpin holding up his hair. He looked at her with a smile.
He picked up the food box in his hand, "Mother, would you like some sweet fermented rice?"
Song Chunxue felt a warmth in her heart, and suddenly her eyes welled up with tears. She lowered her gaze to suppress them.
When I looked up again, everything seemed normal.
"Of course, how did you know I wanted to eat?" Song Chunxue stepped aside. "Come in, did you come alone?"
“The other day was the Dragon Boat Festival, and I thought you probably wouldn’t be too lazy to cook, so I thought I’d send some over sometime. After all, it’s not too far from Jincheng, but it’s not easy to find. If I hadn’t run into Taoist Fengyun on the way, I don’t know how many more Taoist temples I would have had to look for.”
He opened the food box and took out two small bowls of sweet fermented rice. "This bowl is for the others to try. Master Zhang will definitely want to eat some."
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