Ghost Horse Baby: The lady is reserved

Zhan Meixiang closed her eyes, the last concern in her heart was gone, and she held the child's hand tightly.

She also has loyal servants, sensible children, and dozens of people in Zhan's house. Because Dongfang Che likes the new and dislikes the old, is she really going to seek death?

Father also served as Dongfang Che's fortress on the Great Wall, guarding the great rivers and mountains for him.

Zhan Meixiang remembered that her father always liked to exercise in the open space of the mansion, wearing knuckles on both fists to prove that he was still as powerful as before.

But dad's sideburns are clearly white.

Thinking of this, Zhan Meixiang slowly opened her eyes again, patted the weeping Xuan'er, turned her head to look at Yu'er, and nodded to him slightly: "Yu'er, come here."

Dongfang Yu was still young, but he already showed the composure similar to his father's generation. Although the little child's eye circles were red, there was no trace of tears on his face.

At this moment, when he heard his mother calling him, the five-year-old child walked steadily to Zhan Meixiang's couch, his little hands tightly clutching his mother's fingers, but knelt down in accordance with the etiquette: "Mother."

Touching Yu'er's hair, Zhan Meixiang smiled, her expression as gentle as ever: "...Yu'er, you've grown up."

Hearing her mother praise herself, Dongfang Yu's eyes turned red, but her thin lips were pursed even tighter: "Thank you mother."

Seeing the child's expression, Zhan Meixiang smiled slightly, and arranged the regular clothes for his son approvingly: "Is it because Yu'er is not crying because she is not sad?"

"Go back to mother." Dongfang Yu tried his best to suppress, her immature voice could hardly be heard choking, "Yu'er's not crying is not because she is not sad, but because there are more important things than crying."

"Say it again," Zhan Meixiang closed her eyes slightly, with a calm smile on her lips, "Speak louder, let your sisters and big companions listen."

Dongfang Yu pursed her lips slightly, her dark and childish eyes were as hard as iron stone.

"Yes, mother."

Immediately, he turned to face the servant and raised his jaw slightly.

"Don't cry, because there are more important things."

In the brightly lit hall, the sound of sobbing gradually died down. Lan'er, Zi'er, including their big companion who usually played with Dongfang Yu, and even Xuan'er, a compatriot with a mother, were secretly surprised and awed by the prince's change.

The young legitimate son born of the queen is maturing at an incalculable speed.

Holding the maid's hand to sit up, Zhan Meixiang raised her hand and licked her hair on her temples, and motioned to Lan'er, "Go and tell the small kitchen to make a bowl of green porridge. You don't need to put shrimps, but put more rice."

Lan'er raised her round eyes, and realized that it was not her own auditory hallucinations, she immediately couldn't help smiling and said: "Yes, master!"

"Zi'er," Zhan Meixiang ordered again, "Go and take out the "Natural History" from the shelf, and tidy up the shelf."

After Zi'er took the order to retreat, Zhan Meixiang said to Wang Wen again: "Wang Daban, go and tell Lan'er to cook the porridge slowly, and don't rush back to the palace. Take the prince and Diji for a stroll, and I will be quiet for a while." Quiet, the servants will be summoned."

Wang Daban's Tuanyuan face was a bit worried, but he was an old man in the palace, so he would not disobey the master's wishes, so he replied respectfully: "Yes, master."

After dismissing the people in the palace, Wang Wen squatted down slightly, and said to Dongfang Ying and Dongfang Yuwen: "Little master, let's go?"

Xuan'er held on to her mother's hand reluctantly, with tears still rolling in her eyes, but her brother firmly held her hand and walked to the other hall.

The door of the palace was closed, and Zhan Meixiang was the only one left in the quiet palace.