Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

Cold and summer.

Time passed quickly, and by the time Shen Qingwei realized it, she had already lived in the Princess Mansion for a year.

Reading, writing, and the articles she wrote have progressed rapidly from being criticized for being petty to having the three-point demeanor of her mother.

Shen Qingwei's birthday is on August [-]th.

At this time last year, when she was still in the Shen family, the only old slave who took pity on her cooked a bowl of noodles for her to celebrate her birthday.

This year at the Princess Mansion, when she got up in the morning, she asked about the date, and An Ning said it was the seventh day of August, she let out a oh, but didn't say anything.

Anyway, it was a day that no one remembered.

As usual, after packing herself up, she told An Ning and went to the study alone.

It rained last night, and the ground was still wet. There was an autumn wind, and a lot of leaves fell from the trees. When you step on it, you can hear the dull sound of leaves breaking in the water.

Shen Qingwei found it interesting, and deliberately stepped on the leaves that fell in the water. When she reached the door of the study, her shoes were half wet.

She stomped her feet, and felt that the moisture seemed to seep into the shoes, but it was within a bearable range.

Before she had time to greet the two guards in front of the study, she heard a familiar voice calling her from behind, and Shen Qingwei turned her head, "Sister Qin."

"Miss," Maid Qin blessed her, "Your Highness is going out today, so let me inform you to change into clothes that are convenient for traveling."

go out?

Where to go?

Shen Qingwei recalled whether she had missed what Zhao Xingyue had said when she left yesterday, but she really couldn't remember when Zhao Xingyue said she was going out yesterday.

She took a look at the clothes she was wearing today. It was a plain long skirt that just reached the instep, and trousers under the skirt. It was a very suitable outfit for going out at home.

"There is nothing to change," she said, "Is His Highness in the flower hall? Take me there."

Except when entering the palace, Zhao Xingyue dressed like a day for ten years, with plain shirts, long hair casually rolled up, and plain hairpins.I don't know if it's Shen Qingwei's illusion, but Zhao Xingyue's dress today seems to be more refined than before.

"Your Highness."

Hearing the voice, Zhao Xingyue recovered and looked at Shen Qingwei.

Fourteen or fifteen years old, when she is growing up. When I saw her last year, she still had baby fat on her face. She is beautiful, but she has a childish look. After this year's bitter summer, the flesh on her face has disappeared a lot , the thin fat sticks to the bones, showing the beauty of her bone shape, and the overall outline suddenly appears.Su Yeqing has the blood of Hu people, and her facial features are more three-dimensional than those of traditional Daqing women. After the age of 15, this characteristic inherited from her blood finally began to gradually show in Shen Qingwei.

In addition, he was taller, his waist became more slender, and his chest bulged like a balloon.

Zhao Xingyue's eyes only stayed on Shen Qingwei's face for a moment, then landed on her feet.

Shen Qingwei hid her feet in her skirt unnaturally.

"Take the lady down and change your boots."

Shen Qingwei bit her lip, "Don't bother..."

"Yes."

The maid responded and walked to Shen Qingwei's side.

Shen Qingwei blessed Zhao Xingyue, "Thank you, Your Highness."

It was already a quarter of an hour later when we actually went out.

Shen Qingwei changed into a pair of warm and comfortable boots, and the autumn cold from stepping on the water was instantly expelled by the soft and warm fluff in the boots.

The carriage of the Princess's Mansion is big and beautiful, with a thick layer of cushions inside, people can sit in it directly.

There were special pull rings and handrails on the carriage. Zhao Xingyue never wanted anyone to hug her when getting on and off the carriage.

After she went in, she picked up a book and read it. Shen Qingwei got into the carriage and stayed in the corner. Zhao Xingyue didn't speak, so she pretended that she didn't exist.

She actually wanted to ask Zhao Xingyue where she planned to take her, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't quite get the question out.

She and Zhao Xingyue stayed together for nearly a year. Although they didn't face each other day and night, there were always four or five hours in a day when they sat in the same study.

Zhao Xingyue seldom avoids her when doing things. Whether it is dealing with military affairs or teaching subordinates, it is always in front of her.

In the beginning, Shen Qingwei would be frightened by Zhao Xingyue's gloomy tone when she was angry, so she would have nightmares at night, but now, she could tell whether Zhao Xingyue was really angry or just pretending to be scary, and whether the same sentence was a mockery or a compliment.

She could tell that Zhao Xingyue was not in a good mood at this moment.

Sunlight fell in from the window of the carriage, and was divided into small pieces by the wooden window. Zhao Xingyue's fingertips rested on the book, but did not move for a long time.

Shen Qingwei rarely saw Zhao Xingyue like this.

"See what I do?" It was Zhao Xingyue who broke the silence first.

Shen Qingwei pursed her lips, finally mustered up her courage, and asked, "Your Highness didn't sleep well yesterday?"

"Ah."

"The weather has turned cold recently, Your Highness should pay attention to your health."

A page of the book was turned, and Zhao Xingyue said casually, "You too."

The lips that were whitened by Shen Qingwei couldn't help but draw a small arc.

With unstoppable heat on her face, she turned her head and quietly opened the window on her side by a small crack.

The cool autumn wind rolled in, and the air was filled with water vapor. Taking a deep breath seemed to be able to smell the aroma of the maple forest ten miles away.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in Beijing is going to hold a lantern festival, and now there are lanterns of various colors hanging everywhere.

Shen Qingwei seldom went out. In the past when she was in the Shen Mansion, no one paid attention to her. As long as Shen Qingrong didn't come to trouble her, she could often sneak out alone, spend two copper coins in the teahouse and listen to Mr. Shu's storytelling, or wear Dressed in men's clothing, she went to the library and secretly flipped through a page or two of story books. The Princess Mansion was heavily guarded, and she had to prove her entry and exit. I haven't been out for a long time.

"Love the outside?"

The sudden sound startled Shen Qingwei, she let go subconsciously, the wooden window and the window frame made a crisp sound, she twitched her fingers uneasily, not knowing whether to say whether she liked it or not.

"I was negligent." Zhao Xingyue put away the book in her hand, "In the future, you will be like the officials in the yamen, take a bath every ten days, if you want to go out, tell Aqin, she will arrange for you .”

Shen Qingwei was startled, and after hearing it clearly, she quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, I like reading very much."

"Little girl should take a walk outside."

Shen Qingwei lowered her head and murmured: "But I want to stay with His Highness more."

Her voice was so small that if it wasn't for Zhao Xingyue's keen ears, she could hardly hear her clearly.

Zhao Xingyue looked at Shen Qingwei, just in time to bump into the latter secretly looking up at her. Shen Qingwei quickly lowered her eyes, and the peach-like color quickly spread from her cheeks to her neck.

The snow-white skin was stained with a touch of red, which was very beautiful.

The carriage passed through the street, and the voice of the people gradually died down. Seeing that Zhao Xingyue didn't blame her for opening the window, Shen Qingwei secretly opened the window and looked outside, only to find that at some point, the carriage had left the capital and was heading towards a certain place outside the city. drive in one direction.

The inside of the city and the outside of the city are two completely different scenes. On the outskirts of the capital in autumn, the harvested fertile fields are spread out flat on the ground. There are red maple forests everywhere, a piece of fiery red, as if a corner of the sky has been burned.

so gorgeous.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, there are times when you get tired of looking at it. When you get up early in the morning, the carriage is rickety again. After a while, Shen Qingwei closes her eyes, leans against the bed and falls into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, the carriage had stopped at some point, and the place where another person should have been lying in the carriage was now empty.

Panicked, she hurriedly opened the car door and found that Zhao Xingyue was sitting not far away, and in front of her was a lonely grave.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Xingyue turned her head, "Are you awake?"

Shen Qingwei scratched her hair, didn't take the maid's hand, and jumped off the car frame by herself.

She walked over, and the people following Zhao Xingyue consciously made way for her.

Shen Qingwei's eyes fell on the tombstone with some doubts.

With just this glance, her eyes were fixed on it, and her steps, which were originally brisk, suddenly became heavy.

She looked up at Zhao Xingyue, "...is this my mother's tomb?"

Zhao Xingyue didn't speak, but her attitude was undoubtedly tacit.

Shen Qingwei walked to the grave, her hands clenched into fists involuntarily, she felt her throat was extremely dry, "...I never knew."

"No one told me that my mother was buried here, and I didn't dare to ask. I asked..."

It was a humiliation.

She never mentioned her mother in the Shen family, because every time she mentioned it, her father's cold eyes, her stepmother's sneer and Shen Qingrong's ridicule would inevitably be the result.

She didn't want to give Shen Qingrong the opportunity to find an excuse to insult her mother.

The servants prepared the burning incense and handed it to Shen Qingwei.

She took the incense, put it in front of the grave, took the paper money, and burned it in the prepared copper basin.

The ground was wet, and the servants of the princess' mansion prepared the prayer mat, so Shen Qingwei knelt down and kowtowed without the need for others to say more.

One, two, three...

"Get up."

When Zhao Xingyue opened her mouth, Shen Qingwei had kowtowed countless times, as if she wanted to kowtow all the kowtows she owed before.

She disobeyed Zhao Xingyue's words for the first time, instead of getting up immediately, she prostrated herself on the mat and let her tears pour down like a torrent that opened the gate.

This is her mother's tomb.

For the first time in 15 years, she walked to this place.

She has imagined more than once what life would be like if she had a mother.

Will she be like Shen Qingrong, snuggling up to her mother's knees, coquettishly asking for a new dress and a new hairpin?Will her mother comb her beautiful hair, cook a bowl of longevity noodles for her on her birthday, will she sit by the window and embroider a sachet for her?

But there are no ifs in the world.

Her mother had been turned into a small grave, and she hadn't even known about it for the past 15 years.

She suppressed her voice, as if she had done it countless times in her dreams, and whispered: "Mother..."