Yanmenchun

Chapter 262

After resting in Hanzhong for two days, they went to Mobei in Qichen.

The journey from Hanzhong to Mobei is not far away. Han Fei has been ill for the past few days, always drinking water with a water hyacinth in her arms, but fortunately, she did not fall ill or drag her back along the way.

Shen Tuchan didn't let her take care of her very much, some rough work was done by those women.

The night before arriving in Mobei, the weather was so cold that Han Fei didn't even want to move. In the middle of the night, she was woken up by the voice of the woman outside, and vaguely heard them say that it was snowing.

It was only then that Han Fei remembered that Shen Tuchan's hands and feet were cold all year round, and the thin clothes on her body seemed to be hanging on her body. She sat up hastily, pushed the door out with her shoes on.

The heavy snow outside is falling one after another, and the gloomy night is not so dark. The snow here is not like the city of Kyoto. It falls silently. Along with the snow, there is also the wind, whistling like a knife It scratched her face, making her want to retreat into the room instantly.

Her room was separated from Shen Tuchan's by a tea room, so she just ran over there.

Shen Tuchan's house is the best, with an outside room, Han Fei entered the house with a head of snow on her head, and two rough envoys were guarding the door, when they saw her, they said: "Why is Miss Han Fei here? The charcoal fire servant girl They'll be watching."

Han Fei is actually not familiar with these women, and these people are not from the Yan Palace. She smiled politely and said: "Thank you very much. I didn't know you were here. I was afraid that the charcoal fire would go out, so I came to have a look."

One of the women said in a low voice: "The prince and concubine should have already gone to sleep, the girl should go and rest too, we are on duty at night in turn, and we have to get up early tomorrow morning to hurry."

Han Fei nodded and said: "Thank you, I haven't seen you two in the mansion before, are you from the Zhenbeihou mansion?"

The other woman nodded and said: "It doesn't count, it's just that he is from the Zhuangzi of the Zhenbeihou Mansion. He used to serve with his wife in Hanzhong."

Han Fei was taken aback, the lady mentioned here must not be the old lady, it should be Shen Tuchan's mother, Mrs. Xu.

Han Fei saluted and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

Then he rushed into the wind and snow again.

Shen Tuchan didn't fall asleep, she leaned against Jiang Lan's arms, the window was opened a little, and she looked out at the wind and snow in the night through the gap.

She heard the words of the mother-in-law and Han Fei clearly, Jiang Lan whispered: "Why have you never heard of your mother?"

Shen Tuchan played with Jiang Lan's fingers and said, "I don't know what to say, or who to tell."

She left Mobei when she was nine years old, and now she is seventeen years old. Mobei and the parents who stayed there have long been far away in her memory, becoming an unspeakable obsession.

But on such a snowy night, the night before she was about to return to Mobei, she suddenly had a little desire to confide.

As if no one told her about her thoughts that had been hidden for a long time, she said softly, as if in a dream: "I still remember that year when I left Mobei, the guards also escorted me away on such a snowy night. Before I had time to say a few more words to me, she put on my cloak and hat and said, "Achan, go to Hanzhong and wait for your mother." This was not gentle at all, like an order. At that time, my heart was far beyond my age. He nodded while clutching his cloak, and got into the carriage without saying a word. Thinking about it later, that was the last sentence my mother said to me.''

She returned to Hanzhong in a hurry, and she didn't have time to take away her childhood toys, her beloved jewelry and dress, and the horse that Shen Tulang had found for her.

With the flames of war raging, she waited in Hanzhong for a year, pawing at Uncle Cang every day and asking, "When can I go back to Mobei?"

She spent a year in Hanzhong. When other children were surrounded by her relatives, she only had endless pipa scores, endless books, and endless martial arts. Anticipation of parental reunion.

But she couldn't wait for someone to pick her up and go to Mobei. Shen Tulang and Mrs. Xu were worried about this endless war, so they sent someone to send her back to the capital city, because she was already ten years old, and a noble girl couldn't stay alone all the time. Stay in Mobei.

During these seventeen years, she was most anxious and confused when she was on the way back from Hanzhong to the capital city.

I don't know the safety of my parents, the future is uncertain, I can't go back to Mobei, and I am unfamiliar with the capital city.

Leaning in Jiang Lan's arms, she said these things calmly, and in the end, it seemed that the breath she had been holding back since she was a child is still there today, she bit her lips and said, "Why didn't my mother go back to Hanzhong with me? Won't you go back to the capital city with me? In her eyes, my father is the most important, followed by me and my brother, right?"

With a little dissatisfaction, Jiang Lan raised her face and said, "What about us?"

Shen Tuchan was stunned for a moment, and met Jiang Lan's eyes. Jiang Lan asked again: "What about us? If we have a child in the future, and life and death are at stake, will you take her away, or let her go alone and accompany her?" I?"

Shen Tuchan kept this question in secret for eight years. She never asked anyone, and she never told anyone. She just couldn't help thinking that if Auntie followed her and her father was gone, at least she and Shen Tudan would be together. Lin and A Niang.

Some of them depend on, some love and others love.

She loves her parents deeply, but she can't help but ask herself this question, after all, it's a bit difficult to understand.

But now, Jiang Lan asked her to choose, let her choose from the perspective of her mother.

Shen Tuchan sat up, she looked at Jiang Lan in a daze and said, "I was already nine years old at that time, I was escorted by loyal servants, I can be safe and sound, and my father."

She also loves her father very much, her father and mother are deeply in love with each other, how can Aniang see her father caught in the flames of war alone.

As her husband is a general, Mrs. Xu probably hasn't had a good night's sleep since she married Shen Tulang. She must be often worried about her husband's safety, afraid of being the one left behind.

Shen Tuchan hugged Jiang Lan's neck and rested her head on his shoulder, as if drawing a little strength.

It was her fault, Shen Tulang and Madam Xu never owed her anything.

Jiang Lan stroked her long hair and said, "It's not your fault, and you're right, you were only nine years old at the time, and you've done a very good job all by yourself."

Shen Tuchan nodded and said: "My mother was the saddest person at that time. She was reluctant to part with her husband and children, but she had to choose one. Maybe she was too tired. She had been with my father for more than ten years. In Mobei, I am afraid that there will never be a day without worrying about my father's safety, and she must be tired too."

At that time, she was angry and thought that she would definitely be able to return to Mobei, rejecting everything in the capital city, huddled in the boudoir, always felt that she was different from the noble girls outside, and always felt that she was special.

It wasn't until her parents died in battle that she realized that she could only rely on herself to go back to Mobei, and then to the house on that snowy night and said to her mother, "Mother, I'm back."

Eight years passed, like a big dream, she finally couldn't help stretching out her hand to press her eye sockets with her fingertips, put her chin on Jiang Lan's shoulder and said, "I finally returned to Mobei."

(End of this chapter)