Chapter 347 "I do, it's me"
Under the blurred vision, a small hand stretched out.
It's not like catching a teardrop, but more like catching the most precious pearl in his heart.
Ji Qingwu shed tears faster and faster, almost filling Yuan Heng's palm with water.
Yuan Heng put his hands together to pick it up, with obvious panic and gaffe on his face.
Ji Qingwu tried his best to restrain himself, but he couldn't help the feeling of sore nose and sore eyes. Tears burst out of his eyes, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly.
Yuan Heng was so anxious that his little shoulders floated out of the water.
Yuan Heng didn't care that his body was still wet and touched Ji Qingwu's face. The palms of his little hands were hot.
“Don’t cry.”
Ji Qingwu nodded silently, but the tears were still rolling down like broken beads.
Yuan Heng felt the warmth flowing to his hands, and his voice became softer.
"Making the one you love cry is a sign of incompetence. I just said that I am no worse than others. Do you want me to become incompetent?"
Move with emotion, Xiao Yuan Heng used the method of reasoning with great proficiency.
Ji Qingwu sniffed, then picked up the long towel on the side and pressed it on his eyes. When he raised his head again, his eye sockets were already as red as rabbits.
At this time, it was useless for her to ask the little guy to comfort her.
Ji Qingwu spurned himself, pinched his palms fiercely, looked into Yuan Heng's dark eyes, and his voice became hoarse.
He opened his lips and said: "I am."
Yuan Heng stood in the tub, looked back at her, and said one step ahead of her: "You are my mother."
The little guy confirmed carefully: "The same blood flows in my body as yours, and the same goes for Jiujiu. You are our mother."
Ji Qingwu nodded solemnly.
Yuan Heng seemed to be relieved and nodded: "That's good."
This was the best situation he expected. Jiujiu was not what General Wei said, but his child.
Ji Qingwu was surprised by the little guy's acuity, but he felt more heartache in his chest.
She held his hand and opened her lips to say something. She felt that his little arms were cold and the water in the bathtub was already cold.
Ji Qingwu quickly said: "The water is cold, come out first."
Yuan Heng always bathed with cold water in summer, but he didn't feel the water was cold. He wanted to stay alone with her for a while, but just when he was about to refuse, he heard a soft and nasal female voice.
“After drying off, let’s talk on the bed, okay?”
Ji Qingwu gently shook his arm, making him want to take her breath with him now. on the bed.
Yuan Heng pursed his lips and nodded shyly.
With his consent, Ji Qingwu wiped the little guy dry with a dry cotton cloth. The small bundle Yuan Heng brought was still outside, so she took out a piece of her light pink tunic and wrapped it around him. , and carried him out of the clean room.
Yuan Heng's head rested obediently on her shoulder, and when she swayed slightly as she walked, he quietly pressed his face against the side of her neck.
My whole body was wrapped in my mother's scent, and Yuan Heng's eyes were full of excitement.
Ji Qingwu tucked him into the brocade quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt for him. She wanted to go outside to find a clean undergarment for Yuan Heng to put on.
But his little hand held her tightly and wouldn't let go.
Ji Qingwu discussed: "How about I go get some clothes for you?"
Yuan Heng felt that there was nothing better than the clothes he was wearing. The material was soft, smooth, and fragrant.
He decisively refused: "No."
He also pulled her dress tighter.
Looking at his stubborn black eyes, Ji Qingwu curved his lips, took off his outer skirt, lifted the quilt, and lay down with him. When she really lay down next to Yuan Heng, he became more reserved. There was a small bulge in the quilt that didn't dare to move, but those black eyes were shining like the brightest stars in the night sky.
Ji Qingwu slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the little guy in his arms.
Yuan Heng noticed her caution and turned over as if inadvertently. Ji Qingwu hugged the little stove-like figure into his arms.
This time, the corners of the mother and son's mouths curved in exactly the same way.
Yuan Heng no longer held back and said generously: "I've let you see it all. A hug is nothing. If you want to hug me, just do it."
Hearing this, Ji Qingwu's smile widened, her fingers gently stroked his back, and she called out.
"Yuan Heng."
Yuan Heng's little heart, which had just calmed down, started beating faster again.
The little guy didn't even twist at all.
Responded to her: "Mother."
Ji Qingwu took a deep breath, used his arms harder, and hugged Yuan Heng tighter, as if he wanted to integrate the little guy into himself again among the bones and blood.
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She said in a soft and hoarse voice: "I'm sorry and thank you more."
Are you sorry for leaving him behind? Yuan Heng blinked his eyes.
"I have never blamed my mother, because there is nothing better than you being alive."
Since he can remember, rumors about him have been spreading inside and outside the palace. His biological mother died young.
When he was younger, he once ran into Emperor Wu Su's palace on a thundering night and asked him who his mother was and why he had never seen a portrait.
Yuan Heng remembered clearly that it was late at night and Emperor Wu Su was still awake. When he heard him ask about his mother, his expression suddenly became darker than the sky outside.
At that time, he understood that no matter whether his biological mother was still alive or not, she must be disliked by his father.
The less he knows, the safer his biological mother may be.
When Ji Qingwu appeared in the palace, he took off his clothes by Taiye Lake, looking for something.
Everything has been traced for a long time.
In today's scene, Yuan Heng cannot understand the complex emotions between adults.
But he knows that if you love someone, you will not watch her marry someone else.
Yuan Heng arched his head when he thought of his mother's words of thanks, and asked curiously: "What do you want to thank me for?"
Ji Qingwu patted his back and lowered his eyelashes. , said seductively: "Thank you, my Heng'er, for taking good care of yourself during my mother's absence and growing up well. You are already an amazing man."
Yuan Heng puffed up his little chest: "As a family, there is no need to say thank you."
The more sensible the little guy becomes, the more sore Ji Qingwu's heart becomes.
“Mom didn’t mean to leave you behind.”
The task of the childbirth system is to give birth to an heir for General Dingbei and help him have successors. For example, if she brings a baby boy Go away, this task is equivalent to not being completed.
Leave one child and take another away. Who would have thought that she would give birth to twins? This is the safest way for her.
Jiujiu followed him around a lot, and he was ridiculed by others for being a bastard without a father.
Yuan Heng grew up in the palace and seemed to have a noble status, but he also had to face all kinds of hidden arrows and open weapons. Concubine Wei raised him in order to strengthen his position in the palace.
Ji Qingwu’s eyes were filled with tears again.
The little guy raised his head in her arms.
Seriously said: "If there is anything between Jiujiu and me, there must be someone living in this palace."
"I do, it's me."
(End of Chapter)