The sudden sound from the crowd startled Qingcheng and Butterfly. They turned around and looked back, and at some point, the general and the eldest lady stood behind them with cold faces and their maid Xiao Si.
Qingcheng, who was full of questions, was worried that no one could answer him. Now that he is fine, what else can the master of this place not know?
Qingcheng looked at the general and asked with some confusion: "How come there is a dusty residence in the garden, but no one knows about it? Who lives here?"
Hearing Qingcheng's question, a look of panic suddenly appeared on his originally unhappy face. The general said angrily: "It's just an abandoned garden, so there's nothing to ask about." After that, he turned around and left the house. He walked not far away,
Seeing that Qingcheng and the others did not follow and were still studying the painting, they turned back and tore the painting off and threw it on the ground.
Qingcheng looked at him in surprise. He had never seen the general so excited before. His doubts deepened: "Does the person in the painting have something to do with me?"
The eldest lady, who had been sullen and speechless, glared at her fiercely when she heard what Qingcheng said, turned to the general and said, "Husband, this is an ominous place, you should leave quickly."
"Princess." The wet nurse seemed to have just arrived. She pushed away the person in front of her with all her strength, screamed sadly, and rushed towards Qingcheng.
Qingcheng stretched out his hand to help him, but saw the nanny rushing to him and ignored Qingcheng. Instead, she picked up the portrait that the general had thrown on the ground, touched it and cried: "Princess, where have you been? How could you leave Qingcheng and Qingcheng behind?"
Don't you care about Yinhuan anymore?" The nanny stroked the scroll, tears streaming down her face, and she cried miserably, as if years of longing had been poured out into her.
"Butterfly, help your mother go back. Your mother is sick and she is talking nonsense." The eldest lady's face became even colder, and she loudly ordered the nurse to be dragged away.
When several girls heard this, they immediately grabbed the painting and tried to drag the nanny away. However, the nanny tried her best to protect her and pushed them away. They ran to the general, looked directly at him, and asked sadly: "General, who is the princess?"
Isn’t she already dead? This is where she lived, right?”
Facing the nanny who was a little out of control, the general remained silent and stared at her blankly, lost in confusion. There was a trace of guilt, a trace of pain, a trace of loneliness and helplessness in his eyes.
"General, the princess loves you so much and gave up everything for you. How could you be so cruel and let her down? You also left her alive and dead without seeing her body. General, how could you be so cruel!" The wet nurse said like crazy.
Grabbing the general, his eyes seemed to be so hard that they could not carve a hole in his body.
"Why don't you drag Ma Zhang out yet? She is very ill and she is talking nonsense." The eldest lady pointed at the maid Xiaosi who was standing motionless and watching everything and yelled loudly.
Several people reacted and stepped forward to catch the wet nurse who had begun to beat the general severely and dragged her outside the hospital.
"Qingcheng, it was them who killed the princess, they are the murderers." The nanny outside the house shouted at the top of her lungs.
Maybe everything happened too suddenly. Butterfly stared blankly at everything that happened and fell into confusion. After a moment, he woke up and chased out.
The terms "princess" and "princess", these two simple words seemed to enter Qingcheng's mind and become dizzy, bumping into Qingcheng back and forth. I remember not long ago, Qingze told her that his mother was
The princess of Xixia. The person in the painting is not herself, so it must be her mother! Also, that night, when she suddenly looked back, she was frightened by the identical face. She cried every night and called her. It turned out to be her mother.
Is she here?
Thinking of this, Qingcheng's heart felt as if he was withdrawing from the pain, tears inexplicably poured into his eyes, and then rushed out desperately.
"Mom, is it really you?" At this time, Qingcheng had tears streaming down his face, and his heart was filled with inexplicable sadness.
Pushing away the people around me, I searched all over the room, hoping that like that miserable night, your familiar figure would appear, even if it was exactly the same face.