After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

Yuan Qing stood outside the back door of the prime minister's residence, with his hand raised but not daring to move forward.

The night watchman opened the door and was about to hang up the lamp when he saw a man standing under a tree at the foot of the wall.

He walked forward holding the lantern. The dim light shone on the man's face, reflecting a bleak picture, which scared him so much that he immediately took a few steps back.

Yuan Qing took off the hood covering his head and looked at him with a smile, "It's been a few years since we last met. Don't you recognize me?"

The servant boy walked closer tremblingly to take a look, then suddenly put the lamp in her hand, turned around and ran into the mansion.

The jubilant footsteps woke up Butler Song who had fallen asleep for the night.

Mrs. Song, who had already crawled into bed, pushed him and said, "Go out and see who is running around in the yard in the middle of the night and disturbing the master and the mistress. Be careful or you will be punished."

Housekeeper Song reluctantly put on his coat and just put on his shoes when he heard his son knocking on the door anxiously, "Dad, Mom, get up quickly, the young lady is back!"

Butler Song was startled and pushed his wife up from the bed.

Madam Song was no longer sleepy, so she quickly packed up and ran to the main courtyard.

The young lady has been away for several years and has not returned. The lady has to hold the young lady's things every night before she can fall asleep.

The person she had been waiting for finally showed up. The master and his mistress would definitely be delighted when they found out. She had to tell them the good news as soon as possible.

Yuan Qing walked in with a lantern and bolted the door.

The scenery in the yard was no different from when she left.

The only difference is that the green bamboo has grown taller, looking lush and green, and is even taller than the eaves.

She walked slowly on the cobblestone path, feeling the long-lost sense of stability and belonging.

Over there, Song Xiaolang was jogging with his father to the back door, and on the way they met Yuan Qing who was taking a leisurely stroll.

Butler Song stopped and stood there looking at her.

Song Xiaolang looked back in confusion, but saw tears in his father's eyes. He looked stunned and couldn't utter a word.

Song Xiaolang turned around and pulled him, "Dad, don't you always talk about the young lady? Now that she is right in front of you, why don't you leave?"

Yuan Qing did not move forward, his smile was as innocent as before, "How are you, Uncle Song?"

"Okay, okay," Butler Song wiped away his tears and patted his son, "Go, hurry over and help him!"

Song Xiaolang jumped over to her, but when he got in front of her, he restrained his temper and raised his arm for her to hold in a steady manner, "Miss, please."

Yuan Qing glared at him, "You are so young, where did you learn this?"

Song Xiaolang chuckled, "That's what the script says."

"You've grown a lot taller," Yuan Qing asked, touching his head. "You must be eight years old this year."

Steward Song was leading the way. When he heard the question, he quickly replied, "He will be nine years old when winter comes."

Song Xiaolang followed her obediently.

The young boy has not yet lost his childishness, but his body has already begun to grow.

Butler Song was a companion student who grew up with my father. A few years ago, my mother promised her personal maid to him, and the next year she gave birth to a boy.

Before she left home, the little boy was at the peak of his cuteness. He called her "sister" all the time, which made people feel sweet inside.

Yuan Qing quietly pinched his still sensual face and whispered, "Xiao Lang, why don't you call me like you used to?"

Song Xiaolang blushed, "Dad said that there is a difference between master and servant, and we can't break the rules."

After saying that, he covered his face and ran away a few steps, "I am already a man!"

Yuan Qing and Butler Song bent over with laughter.

At the end of the bamboo forest path, there were two people standing.

The lamp in his hand fell to the ground with a click, and the light inside went out. Yuan Qing wanted to take a closer look, but his eyes suddenly blurred.

She hurriedly leaned over to pick it up, but Butler Song picked it up first, "Miss, go ahead, I'll do this."

With empty hands, Yuan Qingxu grasped his sleeves and walked towards the two people not far away.

Lou Yin broke free from her husband's arms, half-ran to her daughter, and took her slightly cold hand.

Touching the newly formed thin callus, she quickly turned her head away and said while holding his hand, "It's cold, come on, let's go inside and talk."

Yuan Qing held back her surging tears and was pulled into the house by her mother.

The room was dark. Madam Song lit the lamp and leaned back.

Lou Yin reached out his hand and wiped away the wet marks on her face with trembling hands. Yuan Qing raised his hand and grabbed it, pressing it into his palm.

"Mom finally found out." She sighed with a slightly choked voice.

Lou Yin was about to speak, but she heard her say, "I wanted to deliver the letter quietly tonight and didn't want to disturb my parents, but I didn't expect to disturb their rest.

What if I don’t sleep well at night and get a few more wrinkles? It won’t look good when I’m old.”

The words of comfort that I had prepared in my heart were suppressed by her few jokes.

“Bah, bah, bah!” Lou Yin glared, “I’m not even old yet, and you’re cursing me? If you want to curse someone, you should curse your father, he’s already over fifty years old!”

Yuan Bo, who was watching the show, was innocently caught in the crossfire. He touched the fine lines at the corners of his eyes and suddenly became worried.

"I have to leave before dawn." Yuan Qing took out the letter he had written, "I have said everything I need to say in this letter."

Yuan Bo took the envelope and put it in his sleeve.

After finally meeting his daughter, Lou Yin heard that she was leaving again. He held her hand tightly and refused to let go. "When will you come back?"

"Not sure," Yuan Qing leaned into his mother's arms, his nasal voice soft, "I estimate it will be no more than half a year.

After I finish my mission and have the right to return to Beijing, I will probably be able to stay in Beijing for a long time."

"Six letters in half a month?" Lou Yin asked tentatively.

Her hands felt sore just from listening to it. Yuan Qing hugged her waist and said coquettishly, "How about three seals for half a month?"

Lou Yin stopped talking.

Yuan Qing buried his head and said, "I might as well just write one a day!"

"Okay, okay, one letter a day is just right." Lou Yin immediately smiled happily.

Yuan Qing: "..."

I fell into the trap. It turns out that the old ones are the wisest.

She pursed her lips and complained to Lou Yin, "Mom, listen to me count the letter-writing tasks every month:

I have to write a letter to the eldest elder of the Gong family; since the elder has sent his letter, it is impossible for him to ignore the head of the Gong family, so I have to write another letter; Mr. Gu has taught me for half a year, and it is common for me to write letters to ask for advice; I am on good terms with the brothers of the Gong family, so I have to write one letter too.

I have to write a letter to express my respect to Shang Ming, who has taken care of me for two years.

There was one letter to my grandparents and two aunts in Jiangzhou, and at least two official letters to my uncle and eldest cousin.

Then I returned to the palace and received five or six letters of greeting to my aunt and a report to my cousin.

I was worried about leaving An'er alone in the palace for a long time, so I had to write a couple of letters to ask about his recent situation and studies.

This does not include the mission letters sent to subordinates, the correspondence between classmates and bureaucrats, all these add up...

Mom, my hand hurts..."

She raised her slender fingers for her mother to see.

Lou Yin also felt pain after hearing this, and hurriedly held her daughter's hand and rubbed it, "Don't write anymore, mother doesn't want you to write anymore."

At this time, Yuan Bo saw Yuan Qing's raised mouth corners, snorted and said: "Don't be fooled by her, those letters don't all need to be written by her personally, nine out of ten times I'm afraid they were written by A Yi.

This cunning girl, she just said it to make you feel bad. "

Yuan Qing poked his head out and looked at him, "Yes, you really are my father."

Lou Yin rubbed her head and laughed happily, "Mom is happy to see you. It doesn't matter whether I write a letter or not."