Madam, let's steam buns together

Zhang Xieyi said it lightly, as if that experience was just a trip to the mountains and rivers, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

In fact, this experience was extremely painful for Zhang Xieyi at that time, the whole world was no longer wonderful, only despair wrapped him in his own small world, isolating everything.

He didn't dare to give up his own life, it's not because he was cowardly, but because he knew that such a self-destructive behavior was even more cowardly.

Zhang Xieyi, who had lost her goal and interest in life, chose to look at God's will, to see whether God wanted him to live or die.

The appearance of Zhang Huaruo was an accident to Zhang Xieyi, or it could be said that it was a redemption, a hope for those in despair, a hope that would allow him to live firmly.

Zhang Xieyi walked aimlessly for a long time after escaping from the palace. She didn't know where she went. As long as there was a road ahead, he would go forward. If he was hungry, he would pick some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger. Lying unconscious, he came to the bottom of a mountain without knowing it.

He didn't look up to see how high the mountain was. He just walked forward on his own. When he got to the middle of the mountain, he finally noticed something was wrong. It seemed that the surrounding area was a bit too cold. .

If it were someone else, he would definitely choose to go down the mountain to find another way at this time. Unfortunately, he is Zhang Xieyi. At this time, Zhang Xieyi chose to continue walking up after a short surprise.

If God wanted him to freeze to death on this snow mountain, then he should be buried here.

The green and black beneath his feet gradually turned to white, and the snowy road was difficult to walk on. In addition, Zhang Xieyi's martial arts were useless at this time, and there was nothing special about him except that his physique from practicing martial arts since childhood was better than that of ordinary people. Going up the mountain in a thin piece of clothing is simply asking for death.

There are no fresh fruits to pick anywhere on the snow mountain, and there are no animals to grab. Zhang Xieyi was hungry and cold, and finally rolled all the way in a slippery accident. The position of the fall deviated from the original straight line, causing him to roll Landed in a place I hadn't noticed before.

At that time, the construction of Xueyuan Mausoleum in Qianyuan Mountain Villa had not yet started, Ling Jingxuan had just bought the snow mountain a few days ago, Xiao Lingling and her son's coffins had just been placed in the snow before being delivered here, and even the tombstone was still there. Did not come and put up.

The snow-capped mountains were too cold, even martial arts practitioners couldn't stay outside for a long time. After Ling Jingxuan's group put the coffin in the soil, they hurried to find a place to keep warm from the wind.

Of course Zhang Xieyi didn't know this. At this time, he rolled down near the coffin, which was already covered with a thin layer of fresh snow, and he lay quietly on the snow, not moving lazily, his heart was already ashamed.

If it wasn't for what happened next, it is really possible that he would have died on this snow mountain like this. His body was buried in the snow, and no one knew about it until it turned into bones.

——The faint cry of a baby came to his ears.

Zhang Xieyi opened his eyes suddenly, and looked around in a daze. At first, it was just an illusion, or he thought that he had been frozen to the point of hallucination, and he didn't pay much attention to the seemingly absent crying sound.

Zhang Xieyi lay back on the ground again, this time he changed into a posture facing the sky, wanting to take a last look at the world before freezing to death, but this time he quickly turned sideways, staring at the snow beside him for a moment land.

Not an illusion!

Zhang Xieyi listened to the location again, and tried to pick up the snow there. A wooden coffin was soon revealed under the snow layer. He lay on the coffin and listened carefully for a while, and finally confirmed that there was really a baby in the coffin. crying!

Unable to think too much, Zhang Xieyi hurriedly pried open the coffin, and a smell of non-rotten grass came over his face, which made him almost lose his breath.

While waving her hands to speed up the air circulation, while turning her head away, Zhang Xieyi waited for the pungent smell to dissipate before looking into the coffin again.

There were two people lying in the coffin, an adult and a baby. The adult was a woman, her eyes were closed tightly and her face was dark. Zhang Xieyi checked her pulse to confirm that she had been dead for a long time. Judging from her complexion, she must have died of poisoning.

As for the baby, his complexion was still ruddy, and he was crying loudly with his little fists tightly clenched, probably because he was hungry and tired from crying. But intermittently small.

Zhang Xieyi hurriedly took the baby out, and warmed the baby with her own body temperature in her arms. Looking around, she didn't see any other figures, nor did she see any landmarks, not even tombstones.

This place is simply the wilderness, was it buried here at random?

Looking down at the baby in his arms, the little baby stopped crying at this moment. He opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Xieyi, blinking and blinking. Curiosity was in his bright eyes, which instantly softened Zhang Xieyi's heart. A gentle smile appeared on Xie Yi's face unconsciously.

While teasing the little baby, he asked to himself: "Why are you here? Is this your mother in the coffin? What about your father? Did he bury you mother and son here?" ?”

Zhang Xieyi carried the baby back to cover the coffin, and pushed a thick layer of snow on top to prevent animals in the snow from digging the coffin out.

Without knowing the real situation, everything that happened here can only be guessed by Zhang Xieyi out of thin air.

"This is too careless. It should be that your mother was poisoned when she was pregnant with you. After finally giving birth to you, your father thought you were hopeless and buried you hastily. If you didn't happen to meet me, Even if you are not starved to death, you will freeze to death in this snow."

How could the baby understand what Zhang Xieyi was talking about, all he knew was that Zhang Xieyi's fingers were moving back and forth, so he followed to grab the fingers, his little fleshy hands were moving back and forth, like waving randomly.

Zhang Xieyi looked at him cheerfully, completely forgetting her worries.

Don't look at the little baby at this time who is so lively that it doesn't look like a dead person. The baby was indeed a "dead baby" when it was just born. It had no pulse or breath, and its whole body was stiff and its skin was abnormally black and red. One passes judgment—the child is dead.

It's just that when Ling Jingxuan's men brought the baby to the snow mountain, under the extremely cold temperature of the snow mountain, the baby's blood returned to normal flow speed, and the baby's skin gradually returned to the rosy color that a baby should have. "Live" over.

If he hadn't happened to meet Zhang Xieyi, such a resurrection from the dead would not last long.

Even though the baby was in Zhang Xieyi's warm embrace, the baby was getting weaker and weaker. Zhang Xieyi didn't understand why this happened. He guessed that the baby couldn't stand the cold or was hungry, so he quickly carried the baby and ran all the way down the mountain. .

There are several villages not far down the mountain, where you can be sure to find food suitable for babies.

At that time, Zhang Xieyi was only sixteen or seventeen years old. She didn't know how to take care of the baby. She took the baby to the village doctor's house in the village, and she was in a hurry to settle it down.

This baby seems to like the cold, and when the surroundings are hot, he becomes lethargic and lifeless, but when ice cubes are placed around him, he becomes lively and active.

After the baby is settled, the next most important thing is to solve the baby's food problem.

Zhang Xieyi shamelessly ran to several homes with breastfeeding children, and finally got some milk. He fed it with a spoon, and the scene was out of control for a while.

The baby soon fell asleep sweetly after drinking enough milk, leaving Zhang Xieyi there to take care of the aftermath. Looking at the scene in front of him like a battle, he was completely stunned.

There were milk stains on the ground, on the table, on the bed, and even on the walls. Zhang Xieyi wiped her face and looked up at the roof. Well, there are fresh milky white marks on the beams. Can toss!

After cleaning up everything, Zhang Xieyi sat down quietly and accompanied the baby to take a good look at the little baby. He couldn't help poking his tender little feet with his fingers, his eyes full of novelty.

From this day on, Zhang Xieyi didn't think about anything else. He focused all his life on this little baby, taking care of everything about the baby, and at the same time trying to find out the whereabouts of the baby's biological father.

I ran all over the villages near the snow-capped mountains and asked which family had recently given birth to a baby and both mother and child died. None of them met the situation of a baby.

Zhang Xieyi went to climb the snow mountain again, but this time he couldn't find the location of the coffin. After all, there was no iconic landmark for him to identify.

Zhang Xieyi had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​helping the baby find her family.

Taking care of a newborn baby is extremely troublesome. In addition, the baby has been infected with an unknown poison since birth, so Zhang Xieyi needs to take care of the baby more carefully.

This process was very tiring, but it also made Zhang Xieyi and the baby more inseparable. There is no blood relationship, but it is better than a family.

Zhang Xieyi completely regarded the baby as her own relative.

This care is 18 years.

Zhang Xieyi narrated this past event, and everyone was silent for a long time after the narration.

Ye Wentian was the first to speak: "In other words, you don't know who Hua Ruo's biological mother is?"

He Lio paused, feeling that Ye Wentian's opening was very disruptive to the atmosphere. At this time, shouldn't he be immersed in this memory full of love and redemption and say something to comfort Zhang Xieyi?

such as--

He Lie patted Zhang Xieyi's shoulder lightly, and said, "God gave you to each other as a gift, and he will definitely not take him away easily."

Zhang Xieyi sighed and continued: "Everyone will know what happened later. The first emperor was seriously ill and called me back to assist his only heir. Not to mention that I had no choice at all at that time. I have no reason to refuse to endure hardships."

Ye Wentian asked persistently: "After that, you haven't tracked down Hua Ruo's biological parents?"

Zhang Xieyi said truthfully: "Watching Hua Ruo grow up little by little, I am more and more afraid to send people to look for him. I am afraid that I will find him, but I am reluctant to let them come to recognize him, in case they want to take him away. What about him! Similarly, I am also reluctant to hide Hua Ruo's knowledge and prevent him from meeting his biological father."