Reborn to be replaced? Remarried to the royal palace, raising children and training husband

"Feng Hui, do you think that your mother entrusted Wenqin's affairs to you, an eight-year-old child, and that this is too difficult for you?"

Gu Qinlan has always believed that uncarved jade cannot become an exquisite artifact.

Zheng Fenghui is naturally intelligent, and she thinks he should receive more hardships and tests.

however……

She seemed to have forgotten one thing, that is, Zheng Fenghui was only eight years old and still a child.

Is it too harsh to ask such a tender-aged child to shoulder such a heavy responsibility?

especially……

When I saw Zheng Fenghui squatting alone outside the door, his helpless look as if he was abandoned by the whole world, I couldn't help but feel a deep pity in my heart.

Hearing Gu Qinlan's words, Zheng Fenghui seemed a little surprised, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

Gu Qinlan's concern was like a sharp arrow, striking directly into his fragile heart.

His eyes instantly turned a faint red, but he still turned his head away stubbornly, trying hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall, and said with a slightly trembling voice:

"No, I don't feel embarrassed."

Gu Qinlan looked at the little guy's tough face, couldn't help but sigh, and spoke softly:

"I'm sorry, Feng Hui. I'm wrong. I seem to have forgotten that you are only an eight-year-old child. Perhaps these heavy burdens should not fall on your shoulders too early. You should be like Feng Yun and Hui Yi, and be able to act coquettishly and play naughty without any scruples."

Act like a spoiled child at the right time and make trouble at the right moment.

Instead of always considering himself as the eldest brother and being forced to mature prematurely.

Gu Qinlan's words were like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky, causing Zheng Fenghui's emotional defenses to collapse instantly. Tears rolled down his face like pearls from a broken string, but he refused to make a sound.

Gu Qinlan walked forward slowly, stood in front of Zheng Fenghui, gently wiped the tears from his face with her index finger, sighed again, and gently embraced him in her arms.

Zheng Fenghui felt the warmth of Gu Qinlan's body and pursed his lips tightly. His tears still did not stop, but he did not push her away.

He hadn't felt this kind of tenderness for a long time.

Mother, please allow Fenghui to be willful this time... He made a silent wish in his heart.

Not only Gu Qinlan, but even Xiang Zhu, who didn't have much of a good impression of Zheng Fenghui at the beginning, felt uncomfortable when he saw Zheng Fenghui's pitiful appearance.

It is really hard to blame him. He is like an abandoned puppy, which makes people feel pity for him.

Xiang Zhu was about to take out his handkerchief and hand it to Zheng Fenghui when a hand suddenly grabbed his neck from behind.

"Eh?"

Before Xiang Zhu could react, she was dragged out of the flower hall by a strong force.

When Xiang Zhu was pulled out of the flower hall, he was still a little confused and at a loss.

When she turned around, she saw that Wocan was holding a sword in one hand and grabbing the back of her collar with the other hand, like holding a chicken. Her face turned pale in an instant.

She desperately turned her head back, waving her arms quickly, trying to break free from the control of her eye bags. After getting rid of the restraints, she immediately turned around and shouted angrily:

"Why did you pull me out? Didn't you see that the eldest son was crying? Shouldn't we take care of him and hand him a handkerchief?"

Hearing this, Wocan raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, put the long sword back into his arms, glanced at Xiang Zhu sideways, and said in a cold tone:

"If you are really not afraid of death, then go ahead and give it a try."

"what?"

What on earth does this have to do with life and death?

Wocan looked at Xiangzhu's confused face, impatiently withdrew his gaze, leaned against the column outside the door, closed his eyes, and said slowly:

"The eldest son's character has never been good at showing his inner thoughts to others. Just now, because of my young lady's careful care, he couldn't help but reveal the tenderness deep in his heart, and tears burst out of his eyes. However..."

"But what?"

Wocan opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Xiangzhu, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said sarcastically:

"You know what these people are good at?"

"Master what?"

"Holding a grudge, you simple girl."

After saying this, Wocan retracted his head and looked up at the bright moon in the night sky.

She knew people like Zheng Fenghui too well.

You could never predict when you might anger him.

You will never know why he will remember you for the rest of his life.

You can't even predict...whether he will decide to eliminate you at some point because of recalling this incident.

Obviously, Zheng Fenghui didn't want to be seen by the servants like them when he was crying helplessly just now...

If he knew that his weakness was seen by these maids, who knows whether this young man with a fickle personality would always hold a grudge against him.

When the time is right, or when he grows up, he may take your life without hesitation.

Xiang Zhu shuddered involuntarily when he heard Wocan's words.

She suddenly felt that the bags under her eyes seemed to have really saved her life.

But soon, Xiang Zhu seemed to suddenly remember something and said anxiously:

"Ah? Then will he treat our young lady..."

"You just need to take care of yourself. With my young lady's intelligence, there are far more people who love her than those who hate her."

Xiang Zhu deeply agreed with what Wocan said.

Their young lady is so perfect and so praiseworthy, only those who are blind would be indifferent to her!

Seeing Xiang Zhu's mood gradually stabilize, Wocan suddenly seemed to remember something, and his tone suddenly changed, and he suddenly asked:

"Xiang Zhu, have you ever heard that when the young lady's mother passed away, anything unusual happened?"

Wocan entered the mansion a few years after Xiangzhu joined the company, so he had never met Gu Qinlan's mother, Sun.

However, every time Sun was mentioned, people's faces always showed nostalgia and respect.

After hearing this, Xiang Zhu pondered for a moment with a serious expression, then shook his head slightly, with a hint of confusion in his tone: "What's unusual? I didn't notice anything unusual."

At this point, a hint of inspiration seemed to flash across Xiang Zhu's eyes, and he continued with a slightly surprised voice:

"If there is anything unusual, it is the fireflies dancing in the courtyard on the day my wife passed away. It was the most spectacular feast of fireflies I have ever seen in my life! They were like bright stars in the night sky, embellishing this dark courtyard, beautiful as a fairyland."

"Perhaps those fireflies also understand human nature and came here specially to see you off?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Zhu looked at Wocan with a hint of doubt and asked:

"Why do you bring this up all of a sudden?"

Wocan chuckled, stretched out his hand and gently pinched Xiang Zhu's cheek, teasing:

"I just felt that your memory seemed to be missing something, so I wanted to test your memory."

Xiang Zhu's face flushed when he heard that, and he rushed towards Wo Can angrily. Wo Can, however, jumped up and landed lightly on the roof, then lay down comfortably with his eyes closed, as if he was enjoying the afternoon sun, not caring about Xiang Zhu's pursuit at all.

"So what if I'm a martial arts expert? Humph! I don't bother to argue with you!"

Xiang Zhu snorted indignantly, made a face at the girl who was resting with her eyes closed, then sat down angrily on a chair beside the stone table in the yard, propped his chin on his hands, and looked in the direction of the flower hall.