The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Daddy!" Song Yunli shouted crisply while standing in the yard, and ran to the door quickly with her short legs, hugged Song Lin's legs, and looked up at him. Song Lin picked up Song Yunli with one hand and put the windmill in her hand, "Li'er, do you like it? You have to blow it like this to make it turn."

she knows!

After lunch, Madam Song fell into deep worry. Since the end of the court, her husband rarely smiled and kept holding Li'er in his arms. Could something big have happened in the court? However, as a woman, it was not convenient for her to ask about these things.

"Madam." A slightly tired voice came from behind.

"Master, is Li'er asleep?"

"Well, Mother Fu took her back to the boudoir." Song Lin nodded slightly, not knowing that the person who was supposed to be in the boudoir was digging a dog hole in the backyard at this time.

"Master, you are worried." Although it was a question, the tone was unusually affirmative. Looking at his wife, who already had some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, Song Lin took back the words that were just on his lips. It would be useless to tell her, why bother to make her worry, just do your best and leave everything to fate.

In the backyard, "Feng Bai, dig harder and I'll give you a snack tonight!" Song Yunli, who was so tired and sweaty, sat down on the ground, wondering in his heart who had blocked those dog holes in the past?

Feng Bai let out a low "howl" and rushed forward, scratching the ground quickly with his front paws. The strength and speed were not inferior to those of a modern excavator. Song Yunli was amazed and the Qingying in the dark almost vomited blood. Feng Bai, who was so majestic in the prince's personal guards, had fallen to digging holes. Where had his pride gone?

"Oh..." It's done.

"Feng Bai is so good. Take good care of your daughter." After saying that, she put Tuantuan next to Feng Bai, rolled up her skirt and tied it around her waist, then leaned over and crawled out.

"Oh..." That's my son.

After crawling out of the dog hole, Song Yunli stood up and brushed off the dirt on her body. She looked up and looked around and was stunned. She thought to herself, "Oh no, she seems to have dug in the wrong direction. This is not a street. If she had known, she would have dug the dog hole in the west yard." She turned around and was about to crawl back, but her trouser legs were stuck by the dead branches next to her, and she couldn't get them out no matter how hard she pulled.

"Do you need my help?" A voice as soft as water came from above my head.

Following the sound, Song Yunli was shocked. Did she see the mysterious woman from the sky? The woman in a light blue gauze skirt stood in the wind, her knee-length hair casually draped behind her. Her oval face had a pair of glass-like black eyes with a quiet smile, but her slightly pale lips revealed that she was ill.

"No need, sister. Li'er can do it." He lowered his head and continued to pull the dead branches.

"Hehe." The woman chuckled, bent down, stretched out her slender hands, grasped Song Yunli's trouser legs, and removed the dead branches in a few seconds. Then she looked at Song Yunli with a smile and said, "Why are you here?"

Song Yunli scratched her head apologetically, pointed at the dog hole on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, sister. I dug in the wrong direction. I will fill it up when I get back."

"No need. If you like it here, come and visit often. I just moved here and don't know anyone here." After saying that, he took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the dirt off Song Yunli's face.

Song Yunli nodded, then crawled back like a loach. The woman looked at the handkerchief in her hand with desolate eyes.