Chapter 569 Mother and Son Meet
Lu Qiniang ignored him and jumped off the carriage.
Zhang Heyao was not angry either.
When the guards at the post station saw him return, they all bowed and saluted with respect.
Zhang Heyao nodded slightly in response, then led Lu Qiniang into the inn.
San Ya's hand was on the little golden bow.
Although the little golden bow is too small for her now, it is very practical because of its small size and easy to carry.
She has to be very careful.
When her father is not around, she wants to help him protect her mother and keep her away from Zhang Heyao, that evil bastard.
As I stepped into the inn, I was struck by the strange silence.
The bluestone-paved courtyard was deserted, without even a sound of human voice, only the subtle sound of wind blowing through the eaves.
Lu Qiniang became suspicious and stopped.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Heyao turned around and smiled at her, his attitude more gentle than ever before.
When he acted like this, Lu Qiniang felt something was wrong and asked cautiously, "How come there's no one in such a big inn in broad daylight?"
Zhang Heyao sighed softly, "Abandoned Mother, since I brought you here to see Xiaoman, shouldn't I have sent everyone out beforehand?"
Lu Qiniang thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.
But she didn't expect that in such a large inn, no one else could enter because of Zhang Heyao's words.
Yes, the Minister of Revenue, what a high-ranking official he is.
Not to mention in the northwest, he can even walk sideways in the capital.
Lu Qiniang stopped talking and silently followed Zhang Heyao through several courtyards and continued walking inside.
When he reached the backyard, Zhang Heyao stopped.
He didn't go in immediately, but moved sideways to avoid sight.
The sunlight shines through the sparse locust leaves, casting mottled shadows.
In the center of the courtyard, a small figure wearing a scarlet brocade robe with delicate gold cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar was riding on a docile pony.
Sun Shunzheng carefully supported him, coaxing him softly, "Little Master, go slowly, hold on tight!"
That is Xiaoman.
Her son!
Lu Qiniang seemed to be nailed to the spot, and her breathing almost stopped.
She stared at the tiny figure without blinking.
He looked more alive and lively than in the picture album.
The little face is round and cute, the skin is fair and delicate, the thick eyelashes are fluttering, and the pair of big eyes like black grapes are shining with the excitement of riding.
Her soft hair was combed into two cute little buns, which swayed with the horse's bumps.
The luxurious scarlet brocade robe made him look so cute and fair that he looked like a golden boy from a New Year picture.
Great joy and unspeakable sorrow instantly overwhelmed Lu Qinniang.
How she wanted to rush over and hold the little person in her arms.
But she didn't dare.
She knew that to Xiaoman, she was just a stranger.
She was afraid that her appearance would scare him, that his eyes would show strangeness and resistance, and that he would cry when he saw her...
At this moment, Xiaoman, who was shaking his head excitedly, seemed to notice the gaze at the door.
He turned his head curiously, and his big black eyes immediately caught sight of the person at the door.
"Daddy, Daddy." He called out in a milky voice.
Then, he suddenly froze and lost his voice, and turned his gaze to Lu Qiniang.
In an instant, the excited smile on the little face froze, replaced by a look of confusion.
He was stunned for a long time, his eyes moving back and forth between Lu Qiniang and Zhang Heyao several times, as if he was confirming something.
Finally, his little body twisted on the horse's back, as if he wanted to get off, but was a little shy.
He suddenly buried his hot little face in the pony's warm mane, leaving only one red little ear exposed, and his little hands unconsciously pulled the horse's mane.
"Xiaoman..." Lu Qiniang choked with sobs.
Seeing this, Zhang Heyao strode over and gently picked up the little guy from the horse's back.
Xiaoman snuggled obediently in his arms, but her little face was still buried in Zhang Heyao's shoulder. She only secretly raised one eye and continued to glance at Lu Qiniang timidly.
"Silly boy, you don't even recognize your mother?" Zhang Heyao patted his back with a smile, holding him and walking towards Lu Qi's mother. "Hasn't Dad been showing you mother's portrait? Haven't you been shouting that you want to see mother? Here comes mother."
When he walked to Lu Qiniang's side, Xiaoman suddenly looked up, and stared at Lu Qiniang with his bright dark eyes.
After a brief silence, his little mouth pouted and without any warning, he cried out "Wow".
He stretched out his two chubby little arms towards Lu Qi Niang, crying heartbreakingly and shouting with all his strength:
"Mother——! Mother——!!"
The tears that Lu Qinniang had accumulated for four years burst out like a river bursting its dam, blurring her vision in an instant.
"Xiaoman, Xiaoman, my son." Lu Qiniang took him and held him tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face.
Four years, more than four years.
She finally met Xiaoman.
Xiaoman also hugged her neck tightly, and her crying gradually changed from wailing to sobbing of grievance. She rubbed her little head in the crook of her neck, calling "Mom" repeatedly.
He finally saw his mother.
There was a sense of grievance in the crying - where did mother go and why did she take so long to come back?
Zhang Heyao stood quietly by, looking at the mother and son hugging each other, emotions surging in his deep eyes.
San Ya's hand on the bow had quietly loosened at some point. She looked at this scene with slightly red eyes.
Her younger brother was born with a good appearance and a fine bone structure, making him a good material for martial arts training.
Sun Shun stood aside with his hands hanging down, also moved by the scene of mother and son reuniting.
After a long time, Zhang Heyao said, "Let's go inside and talk. It's hot outside."
Lu Qiniang was reluctant to let Xiaoman go, so she carried him into the house.
San Ya really liked and was curious about her younger brother, so she walked up to him and pinched his little hand.
Xiaoman glared at her unhappily.
San Ya was not angry, instead she said with a smile: "I am the third sister, call me sister."
Xiaoman didn't shout.
San Ya waved the small golden bow in her hand in front of him and said, "Call me sister, I'll take you out to hunt birds."
Lu Qiniang: "...We just met, my brother is not familiar with you yet, so he is shy..."
"Sister!" Xiaoman called out crisply, interrupting Lu Qinniang's explanation for him.
"Good boy, you know what's best for you." San Ya laughed, put the small golden bow on her waist, and said, "Come on, San Jie will take you out to hunt birds."
Xiaoman hesitated for a moment.
But the temptation of bird hunting was too great, and he couldn't help but look at Zhang Heyao.
Zhang Heyao smiled and nodded, saying gently, "Go with Third Sister."
Xiaoman happily stretched out her little hand to Sanya, although tears were still on her face.
Seeing this, Lu Qiniang also stood up and wanted to follow him out, but was stopped by Zhang Heyao.
"Abandoned Mother, I want to talk to you for a while." His tone was sincere, even a little humble.
Lu Qiniang said "hmm".
Although I really want to argue with him, I have to consider the Buddha's side rather than the monk's.
She thanked him for raising Xiaoman so well, better than she had imagined.
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