A yellow leaf fell from the treetop and fell on Yan'er's body.
He picked it up with a smile and handed it to Mu Yunhan to look at: "Aunt Mu, look, the leaves are yellow, is it almost autumn?"
Mu Yunhan's heart tightened, and then he smiled and said: "Yes, you can tell the autumn with a leaf, it's almost autumn."
Yan'er said, "I'll give it to you as a bookmark, okay?"
He followed Mu Yunhan these days, first basking in the morning sun under the window, and then gradually moving outside to the shade of a tree for some fresh air. His mental state improved a lot, and he was able to eat a few more meals.
Mu Yunhan took it: "Okay, I have to tie it with colorful silk thread, so it will look better."
Yan'er said: "Let Priest Gu write on it. His handwriting is really good."
Mu Yunhan didn't realize for a moment whether he was talking about Gu Fenglin or Gu Yilan.
If you think about it more carefully, after this child becomes sensible, he will probably see Gu Yilan a lot, but even so, Gu Yilan's handwriting still imitates Gu Fenglin.
She can also imitate Gu Fenglin's calligraphy, so she doesn't have to ask Gu Yilan.
So he smiled: "That's great."
Suddenly a shrill scream came from outside: "The Queen Mother! Where is my young child! He was still fine when I gave it to you!"
Yan'er was startled, and then her face turned pale: "What's wrong? What's wrong with my brother?"
Mu Yunhan's heart sank, and he smiled and said, "Maybe he's a little uncomfortable, fell down or something. I'll send His Majesty to rest first, and I'll go take a look and tell you later, okay?"
Yan'er said: "Okay, Aunt Mu, you must go and see. Qing'er is very good and well-behaved, and the Imperial Concubine treats me very well."
Just as he was talking, he heard the palace attendant shout: "Concubine, you can't go in!"
A shrill female voice yelled crazily: "Why can't I go in! Your Majesty, please do a good job and save your brother? He is innocent! He is your only brother!"
A woman with disheveled hair rushed over and rushed towards Yan'er.
She was extremely strong and flexible, and the palace people couldn't stop her for a while.
Mu Yunhan made a look, and Xiaomi stepped forward to stop her: "Concubine, please calm down!"
Concubine Xi struggled crazily for a few times. When she saw it was Mu Yunhan and Xiaomi, she gave up the struggle in despair, fell to the ground, and cried loudly: "Madam! Madam Anguo! Please save me, save Qing'er."
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Mu Yunhan saw that her hair was disheveled, she was in a mess, and her clothes were torn. Thinking of that smart and calm woman, he felt particularly uncomfortable: "What's going on? What's wrong with King Yong?"
Mu Yunhan has never seen this mother and son since he entered the palace.
When people asked, they were told that they lived well in the palace and had good food and clothing, but the Empress Dowager did not let them go out and walk around.
She thought about the fact that the Empress Dowager had no need to abuse the mother and son. She could only be careful to keep them alive. Therefore, Concubine Xi Tai did not look for her, so she ignored them.
Concubine Xi struggled to reach forward, tightly grasping the hem of Mu Yunhan's skirt, and said hysterically: "Qing'er, my Qing'er, she said she wanted to bring the child over to have a look.
She took it but didn't send it back. I asked someone and said she would keep it for a few days to keep His Majesty company. I wanted to see it in person, but she didn't ask me to go out...
I tried my best to run out, but they told me Qing'er was gone! Gone! Gone! Ah!"
Concubine Xi grabbed her hair hard, frantically and desperately, heartbroken: "My Qing'er, my poor Qing'er, let me die!"