After hearing this, Mianmian quickly came to her senses, rolled over from the bed, strode to the door, put on her clothes, opened the door and walked out, "Mommy, what's wrong?"
The guest room faces the courtyard.
The old grandma pointed to the old hen in the yard and said, "I have raised this chicken for five or six years. At most, it lays one egg every day or two. Look, it laid three eggs last night."
Mianmian followed the direction she pointed, and sure enough, there were three eggs in the henhouse.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there were only three eggs, otherwise it would be difficult to tell if there were more.
Mianmian smiled and said: "Mom, this is a good thing. You won't have to worry about eating eggs in the future."
The old grandma didn't seem to care about this. After recovering from the surprise, she picked up three eggs and said, "It just so happens that I can make breakfast for you two." ?.?????.ℂ??
Mianmian advised: "Mommy, we can just eat some steamed buns, no need to boil eggs."
The old grandma shook her head, "That's not okay. You are guests. No matter how poor our family is, we can't neglect you."
Mianmian still wanted to persuade her, but the old woman bent down and turned around to go to the kitchen.
Mianmian stood in the yard, looking up at the dilapidated house. She turned her eyes and smiled at Qing'er who was coming out of the house: "Brother Qing'er, why don't we write a letter to our parents and stay here for a few more days?" day?"
Qing'er was overjoyed. If he returned to Beijing, he wouldn't be able to be with Mianmian like this every day. "That's fine, I'll write to Aunt Wanchun right now."
Qing'er's letter was delivered to Du Wanchun three days later.
Du Wanchun held it in his hand and looked at it, "These two children are probably playful again."
Zhou Ruiyuan came over and said: "They are not playful, they just feel more comfortable outside."
As an old father, Zhou Ruiyuan became increasingly dissatisfied with Xiao Qing'er who missed his daughter.
Du Wanchun saw his displeasure and asked in a low voice: "Are you afraid that your daughter will go to Beidi?"
Zhou Ruiyuan was guessed and nodded, "Mianmian has grown up in our hands since she was a child. Of course I couldn't bear to marry her so far away. Madam Wu always wanted to marry us. It was because of this that we kept pushing her away. agree."
Du Wanchun had a smile in his eyes, "Didn't Xiao Qing'er say that he was willing to stay for Mianmian?"
Zhou Ruiyuan said seriously: "Can Wei Xun and Madam Wu agree? Xiao Qing'er is their prince now."
Du Wanchun thought for a while, walked to the window, looked at the flowers and plants outside the window, and turned around and said, "What's the problem? Just don't become the prince."
Xiao Qing'er has never liked being a prince. The reason why he works so hard is firstly for his mother, and secondly so that he can one day match Mianmian.
Du Wanchun continued: "Don't Qing'er have a younger brother? I think he should have already thought about giving up this position to his younger brother."
Zhou Ruiyuan became thoughtful after hearing this.
Du Wanchun was right. Before coming to Xuanyue Kingdom this time, Xiao Qing'er had already asked his father, the Queen, and his mother to give up the position of crown prince, but Wei Xun and Lady Wu did not agree.
Qing'er is their eldest son and has suffered a lot with them, so they like him more.
But they were afraid that Qing'er would blame them, so they agreed to let him come to Xuanyue Kingdom to see if there was a chance to take Mianmian back.
In fact, their youngest son is also very good and has a deep relationship with his brother. He is more ambitious.
Du Wanchun slowly walked into the house and began to have ideas in his mind.
That night, in Beidi, Mrs. Wu had not slept for several days because of Qing'er's affairs. "I don't know how he is over there? I'm afraid Wan Chun won't agree to let Mianmian come to Beidi."
Wei Xun's face turned solemn, "Just wait a little longer. If Ruiyuan and the others are not willing, we can find another princess for Xiao Qing'er."
Madam Wu raised her head, "That's not okay, I just like Mianmian, and your son also likes Mianmian."
Wei Xun quickly comforted her and said, "Aren't I afraid that Ruiyuan and the others won't agree?"
Madam Wu said sternly: "Wang Chun and the others have always liked Xiao Qing'er, why don't you let Yun'er be the crown prince."
Wei Xun shook his head, "No, Qing'er is the most suitable candidate. I'll think of a way."
Madam Wu sighed and said no more.
Wei Xun strode out of her room.
That night, the two fell asleep again.
But it was very strange. When they were confused, they suddenly had a dream.
I dreamed that Xiao Qing'er died tragically on the dragon chair.
This scared the two of them to death.
The two of them sat up together, sweating, "Ah Xun, we still..."
Before Mrs. Wu could finish speaking, Wei Xun immediately said, "I'll go find someone to figure it out tomorrow."
The next day, the two came to the temple early in the morning and found a master to interpret their dreams.
The master calculated and said, "Your Majesty, this dream is very dangerous."
Wei Xun immediately became anxious, "What does it mean to be so evil? Why would a good person become so evil?!"
The master touched his beard and said slowly: "Listen to me."
Madam Wu quickly pulled Wei Xun and asked him to listen to the master quietly.
