In November, the border is cold and cold.

At night, Shangguan Yan came from Pucheng and went to the military camp first.

She also went into the city and heard that the Emperor Changsun had come. Based on her understanding of her two sons, one was looking for a wife and the other was looking for a younger brother. Most of them were in the military camp at this moment.

Sure enough, she met Gu Jiao and her two brothers in the camp of Xuanping Hou.

Shangguan Qing was already asleep, and Gu Jiao was giving him an infusion.

He has a bad appetite these days, so Gu Jiao gives him some rehydration from time to time.

But tonight, the atmosphere in the camp seemed particularly solemn.

Shangguan Yan's face changed: "What's wrong? Is something wrong? Is Qing'er not so good?"

Shangguan Qing's condition was not very good at all. He had always relied on the medicines in the National Teachers' Palace to suppress the toxicity, making him look no different from a normal person. In fact, his body had already dried up.

Ye Qing said that he would not leave too painfully, but would become more and more sleepy. He might fall asleep one day and never wake up again.

Xiao Heng told Shangguan Qing’s idea to Shangguan Yan.

Shangguan Yan fell to the chair in a daze: "Have he really decided to do this?"

Go to Zhaoguo.

It means he completely gave up the antidote.

Zhaoguo is far away, and no one can guarantee that he will not die of poisoning on the way.

If he gets poisonous, wouldn’t he be in vain?

When Shangguan Yan thought of his son dying alone on the way back to Zhaoguo, he felt like a knife!

She doesn't want to see her son for the last time!

"Aheng...I can't bear to leave..."

At this moment, she is not the strong-blooded and loyal lady, she is just an ordinary mother.

But at the same time, she also understood that she did not have the right to prevent Shangguan Qing from meeting Princess Xinyang.

"Marty, Chang Jing, Ye Qing went north. I'll find out that the Dark Night Island is in that direction. If the road was easy, they would have taken Shangguan Qing with them. If they didn't take it, it means that this trip was a life-and-death life."

The extreme north has extreme bad weather, with blizzards storms storming the ice fields, and with the arrival of winter, it will become impossible for even masters to pass through.

Perhaps it was because Shangguan Qing understood this that he decided to give up waiting for Zicao.

He wanted to use the last time in his life to go back to his country and take a look at his home.

Meet your mother.

Shangguan Yan choked and said, "I took him away back then, but I never asked him whether he agreed or not..."

Now he has grown up.

He cannot decide his birth, or even choose his life, but he hopes to choose his own way of leaving.

He should choose whether to live or die.

After taking the purple grass, he had a survival rate of only one in ten thousand. If he failed, he would never be able to go back alive.

Whether he bet on this matter or to use all his life to meet his mother should be decided by himself.

In the camp, Shangguan Yan grabbed his son's hand and cried all night.

...

The winter of Zhaoguo this year is particularly cold. At the end of October, the first snow fell in the capital, and in November it took half a month of snow.

After the twelfth lunar month, it was sunny for a few days.

In a house on Zhuque Street, Princess Xinyang sat quietly in front of the bed to make embroidery.

In the past, there were only pens, ink, paper and inkstone on her desk. From then on, they all changed into various fabrics.

She felt that the room was boring and called Yu Jin to spread the window lattice.

The one who came in was a little maid.

The little maid smiled and said, "Aunt Yujin is out, what are the princess's instructions?"

"Open the window." said Princess Xinyang.

"But it's very cold outside." The little maid was worried about her body.

Princess Xinyang said indifferently: "I'm hot."

"Then, just drive for a while." said the little maid.

"Yes." Princess Xinyang nodded.

The little maid walked around the table and spread the strut open the window lattice.

The cold wind drifted in with the flying snow. Princess Xinyang felt a coolness, and even her dizzy head became much clearer.

The little maid shivered.

So cold!

It's snowing again!

Princess Xinyang blew the cold wind for a while and made embroidery. The little maid didn't dare to let her blow too much. She put down the window lattice with the risk of being driven out.

"Aunt Yujin said, you can't blow the cold wind, you can't eat cold food, you can't..." The little maid lowered her head and said with great confidence.

"Okay, I didn't say I'd punish you." Princess Xinyang didn't plan to argue with a little girl, but she was really unable to sit still after sitting in the room for an hour.

"Get the cloak and I'll go out for a walk," she said.

"Ah, yes." The little maid took the cloak over in fear and draped it on Princess Xinyang.

Princess Xinyang got up, walked out of the house with swollen legs and feet, and came to the corridor.

The snow in the yard was cleaned and anti-slip straw mats were also laid on the ground.

The little maid holds an umbrella for her.

"Go to the flower room to have a look." Princess Xinyang said.

"Yes." The little maid responded and carefully supported her.

The master and servant went to the flower room.

This house was originally quite big, and Princess Xinyang liked to grow flowers, so she used half of the house as a flower house.

The charcoal is burning in the flower room, and the temperature is high.

The little maid understood that her princess was not going to appreciate the flowers, but wanted to see if the old clothes from the past had been dried.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the door of the flower room, they heard a whispering sound from inside.

"What do you think of the princess? How could she turn out the old clothes from so many years ago? She also asked us to wash and dry them."

"You can keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear it."

"You hear me, do you think I'm the only one saying this? Everyone is spreading it privately!"

"What are you spreading?"

"The princess... actually has two sons!"

"What?"

"The clothes of these children are half of the little marquis, and half of them are another young man. It's a pity that the child is not in good condition and dies prematurely under the term of birth! You said, it's okay to wash the clothes of the little marquis, but why do you wash the clothes of that child? How unlucky is it to wash people's clothes during the New Year!"

The story of the little marquis of Zhaodu coming back alive has spread in the capital.

Although Xiao Qing's identity has not been transmitted to the outside world, the servants who came to close the door heard some of her and Yu Jin when she was tidying up their clothes.

The little maid didn't dare to show off her anger. She turned her head to see Princess Xinyang. Sure enough, the princess's face was cold.

The two maids probably felt the cold gaze behind them, and turned around in a daze. When they saw Princess Xinyang, they were so scared that they knelt on the ground!

Princess Xinyang walked over quickly.

The little maid was frightened: "Princess! Be slower!"

Princess Xinyang came to the two of them and shouted: "Get up! You have dirty my son's clothes!"

The maid who was rude just now happened to be holding a small dress that Xiao Qing wore when he was born.

The maid trembled and handed the dirty clothes to Princess Xinyang.

Princess Xinyang looked at her son's dirty clothes, and somehow she felt sad.

"Princess!"

Yu Jin went to buy it and she heard that Princess Xinyang had gone to the flower house and came over to take a look.

But I saw this scene.

She didn't immediately ask the two maids kneeling on the ground what had happened, but directly ordered the little maid, "Take them down first and I'll deal with it later!"

"Yes!" The little maid put away the umbrella in her hand and handed it to Yu Jin.
To be continued...