Xijin frowned, knelt down and saluted: "I've met my mother, I've met my eldest sister."
Seeing this, Mrs. Mu stepped forward, looked at Xi Jin, and unexpectedly did not scold him.
After a long while, he asked: "I heard you are going to Yazhou?"
"Replying to my mother, yes." Xi Jin raised his eyes and glanced at Mrs. Mu, and saw something flashing in her eyes, but it was only for a moment.
"You damn girl, you don't know how to come back and discuss such a big matter with your parents." Mrs. Mu seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, slapping Xi Jin's hand and crying, "You crawled out of my belly anyway. Yes, you are going to die, do you have to tell me?"
Seeing Mrs. Mu crying because of her, Xi Jin said in her heart that it was impossible not to have troubles.
Over the years, Xi Jin has never received Mrs. Mu's care. Although she was scolding her at this moment, Xi Jin felt a little concerned.
"Mom, take care of yourself and don't argue with Dun'er. No matter what, the one in your mother's belly is your legitimate son." Xi Jin looked at Mrs. Mu's belly, and a stone fell to the ground in her heart.
Over the years, Xi Jin sometimes asked herself, why did her biological mother not like her?
Investigating the reason, Xi Jin thought, if it had not been difficult to give birth to her, the mother would not have been infertile.
Now seeing how Mrs. Mu was carefully protecting her lower abdomen, Xi Jin boldly guessed that her mother must be pregnant.
If this is true, the knot in her heart for many years will be resolved.
"You..." Mrs. Mu looked at Xi Jin and was surprised. What did this girl learn from Wei over the years? She knew the pulse she had just diagnosed at a glance.
"How do you know?" Mrs. Mu couldn't believe it.
Xi Jin stretched out his hand to take her pulse and said: "The mother's fetus is stable, but she has not been pregnant for many years. This fetus still needs to be carefully nurtured. Don't let go."
Mu Xiyao on the side looked at her mother's absent-minded look and couldn't help but feel jealous.
Over the years, she has always been favored by her mother, but since her mother became pregnant again, she seems to have let go of Xi Jin.
"You don't need to tell me, my mother doesn't bother to argue with this little bitch." Mu Xiyao said disdainfully.
Xi Jin smiled and said, "Sister, please pay attention to your words. Dun'er is my father's bloodline."
"You..." Mu Xiyao's anger suddenly surged, but she had nowhere to vent.
This sister of mine seemed to be born to defeat her. Fortunately, she was about to go to Yazhou.
"Stop saying a few words." Mrs. Mu stopped Mu Xiyao's words and turned to look at Xijing. She hesitated and said, "Today's Lantern Festival, why don't you..."
"I still have something to do with Zhuangzi, so I'll take my leave first." Xi Jin bowed and turned to leave.
How can years of resentment be changed overnight?
"Dun'er, remember, don't make mother unhappy." Xi Jin walked forward, reached out and touched Dun'er's hair, and handed him a candy.
In fact, Dun'er looks very much like his father, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and smooth and elegant facial features. He is very good-looking. If it weren't for his identity as a foreigner, he might be a promising person in the future.
Mu Xiyao on the side stamped her feet bitterly: "Who are you showing off to?"
Seeing Dun'er's nostalgia for Mu Xijing, Mu Xiyao became jealous and stepped forward to slap the candy out of Dun'er's hand: "I'm not afraid of poisoning you to death!"
"Okay, let's see how you still look like the legitimate daughter of the Mu family." Mrs. Mu glanced at Mu Xiyao with slight disgust, then turned and left.
Although she didn't like Mu Xijin's style, she had to admit that the Wei family raised her very decently and calmly. Compared with Mu Xiyao who grew up beside her, Mu Xijin did have more temperament and self-cultivation.
"Mother..." Mu Xiyao glared at Dun'er, turned around and followed Mrs. Mu's footsteps.
Dun'er behind him silently picked up the candy, put it into his mouth, folded the candy wrappers neatly, and hid it in his sleeve...
The sweetness of the sugar slowly melted in his mouth. Dun'er looked at the slender figure disappearing behind the shadow of the tree and shouted with nostalgia: "Second sister!"
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As soon as the hibernation is over, the temperature gradually warms up, the spring scenery becomes brighter, and everything revives.
It was still dark that day, so Xijin and the old lady stood guard at the city gate.
At this time, the city gate had not yet opened, but some people were already arriving one after another at the city gate. Most of them came to see off their family members who were about to be exiled.
As soon as dawn broke, I saw government officials escorting a group of exiled prisoners out of the city gate.
Xie Luo walked in front, with shackles on his hands and a prison uniform. Because of his tall and straight figure and handsome features, he did not look down and out.
At this time, faint sounds of sobbing could be heard from the crowd. Mrs. Xie had not seen her grandson for many days and could not help but shed tears.
"I'll give you a quarter of an hour. We'll be on the road in a quarter of an hour." The adult in charge of escorting waved his hand and walked to the teahouse at the gate of the city to have breakfast.
Xie Luo walked over quickly, took the old lady's hand, knelt down and kowtowed: "My grandson is unfilial."
"Get up quickly." Mrs. Xie stroked Xie Luo's hair and pulled him up. "Luo'er, don't be discouraged. Everything is possible in life!"
"Yes, my grandson will definitely remember his grandmother's words." There was a firm look in Xie Luo's eyes.
He turned around and looked at Xi Jin, his eyes filled with distress.
She was currently wearing an azure-colored cotton dress. Her long, soft black hair was stabilized with an ebony hairpin. She did not apply any makeup on her face. Instead, she seemed to have applied something on her face, cleverly covering up her original appearance. She has a stunning face and only those bright eyes can attract people to her at a glance.
"Husband, please put on your shoes!" Xi Jin took the bundle from Ping'er and took out a pair of men's shoes inside.
The style of the shoes is very ordinary, but the soles are thickened. After traveling thousands of miles to Yazhou, what can I do without a pair of good, thick shoes?
Seeing that it was inconvenient for Xie Luo to be shackled, Xi Jin knelt down and put on his shoes, and handed him two hot buns: "Hurry up and fill your stomach now!"
Xie Luo took the bun and felt warm in his heart. He was originally worried about this trip, but seeing how well-thought-out she was, he felt a little more at ease: "Thank you, madam."
Xi Jin pursed his lips and nodded, turned around and hugged the old lady, suppressing the sourness in his heart: "Grandma, don't worry, Jin'er and your husband must support each other and advance and retreat together. Grandma is waiting for us in Beijing with peace of mind. We will try to come back as soon as possible to care for you in your old age." .”
"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Xie looked at the beautiful couple, thinking that they were about to travel far away, she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak.
Xi Jin gently comforted Mrs. Xie, and then told Ping'er beside her: "Grandma, I'll leave it to you. I've written all the things you need to pay attention to in the notebook in the study."
"Yes, miss, I will definitely take good care of the old lady." Ping'er choked with sobs, her tears kept falling down, and she was reluctant to let go.
"Okay, don't cry." Xi Jin wiped away Ping'er's tears and tried to evoke a smile, "Wait until your lady comes back to find a good marriage for you."
"Miss, you are always making fun of slaves." Ping'er smiled shyly, and her depression dissipated a lot.
Xi Jin's eyes fell on the teahouse not far away, and he saw many people surrounding Mr. Liu who was escorting the prisoner, most of whom were family members who came forward to give gifts.
Mr. Liu had a straight face and took them into his arms unceremoniously. Escorting prisoners was a hard job, but it was also a lucrative job. Those family members always bribed these prisoners at all costs in order to make their family members live an easier life on the road to exile. Escort officer.
"Jin'er, do you think we should..." The old lady looked at the others who had more or less expressed their opinions, and she was also a little anxious.
Although the Xie family is now in decline, it should be somewhat understood. Otherwise, what should I do if the master scolds me arbitrarily on the road?
"Don't worry, grandma, Jin'er has made arrangements." Xi Jin said calmly.
"Okay, quarter of an hour is up, let's all set off!" Mr. Liu stood up after eating and drinking, patting his round belly and walked over.
Xi Jin stepped forward and handed over the certificate issued by the government. Mr. Liu took the letter and glanced at Xi Jin: "You are Xie Luo's escort."
"Exactly, the guilty woman Mu Xijin." Xi Jin smiled slightly and said his name.
"Mu... Mu Xijin." Mr. Liu raised his head, but this time he looked at Xi Jin directly, "You were the one who cured my mother-in-law's disease?"
"She is the guilty woman." Xi Jin nodded without saying much.
