Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Song Yue took her own pulse in the dead of night, considering whether to keep the child or not. She felt that being a widow was more comfortable than being urged to get married, and having a child was dispensable.

But if this child was someone else's, maybe he could keep it, but Su Wanmo's... think about it, the child might be recognized after a few years. If it was a girl, it would be fine, but if it was a boy, his life and death would not be under his control.

What's so good about being a royal family member? Aside from the responsibilities they carry, who can truly be happy...

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I cannot keep this child. However, judging from my current physical condition, there is absolutely no risk of secondary injury.

If she stayed in the capital, it would only be a matter of time before she was discovered. By then, she would not think that Su Wanmo was such an easy person to deceive, so everything had to be dealt with before she was discovered.

Song Yue took several days off, following the doctor's orders to eat and drink well every day. Although she had morning sickness, at least she had retained some nutrients and looked less pale than at first. Perhaps Su Wanmo was too busy to appear before Song Yue once. Zhao Yuantong, however, was very attentive. She probably knew what he meant. She didn't know what her family had said to him, but when she asked, no one answered, only telling her to get some rest.

As if isolated from the world, no news from the outside world could reach Song Yue's ears.

The long leave should have attracted Su Wanmo's attention, but the court was busy with arrangements, and Su Wanmo was annoyed and had little time to care about other things.

Song Yue finally found time to see how the man was being taken care of.

After some tinkering, the person could be recognized, but he was still a little thin. His clothes were swaying in the wind as if they were hanging on his body. His dry and yellow hair showed that he was in the early stage of malnutrition. He walked with a staggering gait and looked like a sickly person.

He is quite honest and does whatever Song Yue says.

It's time to spread the word: "What's your name?"

The man was surprised she would ask this, but he was clearly aware of his position: "Since the master took me in, it was the master who gave me this name."

Song Yue didn't really want to do this: "Just call yourself what you were called before, no need to change."

There was a rare blush on his face, so I guess his name wasn't very nice either.

"My name was Gousheng before."

Song Yue's eyes are really dark.

"Gesang flowers grow on the plateau and have strong vitality, so I'll call you Gesang."

"plateau?"

Seeing that he was eager to learn, Song Yue patiently explained, "A place with very high terrain is called a plateau."

“Can you see everything around you from the plateau?”

"The plateau is vast. It's not a single mountain that stands out from the crowd. The surrounding terrain is of similar height. To see the surrounding scenery, you have to climb to the highest peak there. Then you will feel the grandeur of looking down on all the other mountains."

Gesang's eyes flickered, then dimmed again in an instant: "I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to see such a beautiful view again."

Song Yue couldn't say anything. This was a fact that could not be changed.

Changing the subject, he asked, "What was your last name before?"

"Surname? Only people with roots have it..."

Inexplicably sad, Song Yue's mood also fell: "Let's name it Fu, the one who rises to prominence."

Sanger hadn't been valued like this for a long time, and he was very satisfied with the name: "Fusanger?"

"Yes, people with strong wills often live much longer than ordinary people. I don't know how to make you strong-willed, but I will try my best. You are my patient, and I will do my best."

Sanger smiled faintly, without much hope in his eyes. "I hope so. I'll cooperate and consider it as... a consultation fee."

The world of rich people is hard to understand. They waste money to support an idle person.

"Can you read?"

Sangge's head seemed to be about to drop to the ground: "Master, you are joking. How many words can someone like me know?"

"I'm teaching you. Don't call me Master anymore. Your mission is to marry me, understand? If you want to pretend, you have to act like one."

She took out an old bodhi tree that she had found somewhere and handed it to him: "This is what you wear on your hand all the time, and you take it out and play with it from time to time, okay? If anyone asks about other things, just tell the truth."

Seeing him wearing it on his wrist, she then made her next request: "Today I'll teach you your name. It doesn't matter if you can't learn it. If there's anything you want to learn or do, just tell me and I'll do my best to satisfy you. I also suggest that you don't fall in love with me. This is your job, I'm your employer, and you just need to do what you're supposed to do."

"understood."

When he was taught to recognize words seriously, Sanger felt like he was in a dream. He had longed to be able to sit in school and read and write like other children of his age, but he never expected that his dream would come true now.

These three characters are not difficult to learn, but it is not so easy for people with no basic knowledge to learn, and they can barely recognize their own names.

"That's about it. Pack up and go out with me."

In the evening, the downtown was bustling with people coming and going. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and it would be too late to make clothes on the spot. Fortunately, there were many ready-made clothing stores in Beijing, so I just bought him a few sets of clothes, of all kinds. Buying some bright clothes made him look more energetic.

Maybe because there was no elder to hold a ceremony for me to wear a crown, I still don’t have a crown. I don’t know what their explanation is, but I still bought a few headbands according to the original style.

When he was almost unable to carry it, he finally spoke up to stop Song Yue's extravagant behavior: "Alright, that's enough."

Song Yue then remembered that he was still a patient. He was carrying so many things that he had already reached the limit of walking. His forehead was covered with sweat, his cheeks were slightly red, and his mouth was open to help him breathe. He must be tired.

"Forget it, let's go."

I went to the pharmacy to get a few prescriptions and then walked towards the small house. It was a bit tiring to help him deliver the medicine home.

Sang was somewhat aware, but his body did not allow it. Seeing that he was panting heavily, he still insisted that he would send him off.

"Go back. Don't send me home and then ask me to send you back."

Take two quick steps to create distance.

I’m so tired. It seems like I haven’t been shopping for long. Why am I so tired?

When I got home, I could still see Zhao Yuantong. Since I had no intention of getting too close to him, it would be better not to get too close to him. But he didn't say anything. What if I misunderstood?

"mother."

Perhaps feeling the time was right, before Song Yue could say anything, Liu Yuhan made her thoughts clear: "Since Nan Zhou is interested in you, why not give it a try and get along with him?"

"Does he know?"

Liu Yuhan knew what she was asking and couldn't help but hesitate, but Song Yue knew it very well.

"Mom, he may not be able to accept it. Don't worry about it. I will handle it."

"How will you handle it? You're so busy every day. I trust Nanzhou's child. I'll spend more time with him and then slowly explain things to him. By then, he won't be able to accept that your third brother and his wife have agreed to raise him, so it won't cause him any substantial harm."