Charm King Poison Queen

  Chapter 430 Cleaning up Sakura's Mother and Daughter Encounter (9)

  Xiao Lian shook the chicken leg in her hand.

The smile in the peasant woman's eyes deepened: "Then mother will buy it for you tomorrow. Today's nobleman rewarded mother with a lot of money. Mother will take you to the market tomorrow and buy you two braised chicken legs! Big ones! Then, I will ask the doctor to give you a lot of money." Look at it. The doctor said, you are still young and can be cured."

  Xiao Lian nodded.

  The peasant woman touched her daughter's head, picked up the chopsticks, and ate the white rice in the bowl.

  Xiao Lian glanced at the white rice she had just dipped in a little marinade, and brought the chicken leg that she gnawed a few bites to her mouth, signaling that she would eat it too.

  The peasant woman smiled and shook her head: "Mother doesn't like chicken legs, you can eat them."

  Xiao Lian lowered her eyes and began to eat carefully.

  She eats beautifully. No matter how hungry or greedy she is, she never devours food like a wolf. There is probably an innate elegance in her bones.

  Xiao Lian gnawed the chicken leg, but the gnaw was not very clean, and a small half of the meat was obviously left.

The peasant woman understood that this was specially reserved for her by her daughter. Seeing her daughter lying quietly on the bed without crying or fussing, the peasant woman's eye circles were slightly moist. She is really a sensible child. Mother.

  Since she had that nightmare, the concubine couldn't fall asleep anymore, and she didn't want to be followed, so she walked in the villa alone.

  The moonlight is very white, and the starlight is very bright, but none of them can shine into the darkest place in her heart.

   It wasn't the first time she dreamed of Xuan Xiaoying, but there was never a time, like tonight, that made her feel uncomfortable. What was uncomfortable was not the content of the dream, but a kind of involvement... even she couldn't explain it clearly, as if there was something nearby, pulling her heart.

   When she came back to her senses, she found herself standing in the little lotus pond mentioned by the hostess.

   Then, she thought of the peasant woman who picked lotus pods in the lotus pond every day. There were lotus pod picking in summer and lotus root digging in winter, but what about spring and autumn? What does she do for a living? What to feed her emaciated daughter with a crippled leg?

  Thinking of that little girl, she only has an unrealistic back view in her mind, but every time she thinks of this back view, she will feel a kind of heart-wrenching discomfort.

  When did her compassion become so serious?

  Unknowingly, she came to the farm restaurant.

  The hostess and her husband were already sound asleep, but the guard dog recognized her arrival and began to bark desperately.

   "What's it called? Tell my old lady to kill you!"

   "Wow woof! woof woof!"

  The hostess put on a dress impatiently, "Who is it? Didn't you get robbed in the middle of the night? I told you, don't steal from me! Otherwise, my mother—"

  Her voice stopped abruptly when she opened the door and saw the face of the princess, and then quickly changed into a smile, "Oh, you, why are you here? Are you hungry?"

  Princess nodded: "It seems... a little hungry."

Whoever ran to her door before dawn and told her that she was hungry, she had to fork him out, but the other party was the princess, and she welcomed him in happily: "Wait a minute, Caomin will make it for you! You What do you want to eat? Noodles? Congee? Or rice?"

   "I want to eat..." The princess paused, "Is there a lotus pod?"

   "Ah?" The hostess was stunned, looked at the gradually clear sky and said, "Quick, it's coming soon, just wait!"

  The hostess woke up the niece who was boarding at her house, and told her to go to the peasant woman's house to buy some lotus pods, and then said to the princess: "...you go to the back room to rest for a while, okay, the grass people are calling you!"

  The princess went as she said.

   She dozed off.

   When she woke up, it was already bright, and the hostess was busy in the kitchen. She saw her sleeping before, so she didn't dare to call her, so she walked out slowly.

  The golden sun hit her head on, causing her to squint her eyes slightly. Then, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a cart and a little girl wearing a bamboo hat on the bus.

   This time, what she saw was the profile of her youngest daughter, who was really skinny. Sakura has always been very strict with her diet, but she is taller and fatter than her. Is she really five years old and almost six years old? How does it look like, only in his early four years old?

  She suddenly wanted to go over and see what the little girl looked like.

   Click!

  The toy in the little girl's hand fell to the ground, and the little girl bowed to pick it up.

  Her heart twitched suddenly, what should I do if I fall off such a high cart?

  She raised her foot and was going to help her pick it up.

But suddenly, a blue-gray figure was one step ahead of her, and came to the cart, picked up the toy board, and handed it to the little girl: "Be careful, it will fall if you drop it, don't pick it up yourself, mother is inside, you talk , Mother can hear you."

   There was a slight sense of disappointment in the princess's heart. It is unknown whether she was disappointed and didn't help her pick up things, or whether she was disappointed and didn't see what she looked like.

   "This is the freshly fried peanuts at my aunt's house. It's delicious." The peasant woman grabbed a handful of peanuts from her pocket, "Your aunt said she likes to eat them, and she still has them there."

   She waited for the princess's free time and helped the hostess kill a few fish. The hostess thanked her and gave her some side dishes.

  The princess lost the mood to stay, and walked back to the lobby.

  Suddenly, a little girl's voice sounded like heaven: "Mother."

   This sound is very familiar.

  The princess turned her head abruptly, and looked at the child who was slowly taking off the bamboo hat.

  (end of this chapter)