New clothes on the 3rd day of the new year

  Yes, she almost forgot. This man is a father of a child. Indeed, in the past few encounters, her impression was that this person was a high and mighty figure like a god, seemingly without even seven emotions and six desires.

  Brows as black as ink, beauty like a heavenly being, yet heavy as a thousand junctures, three thousand raven hairs tied back with a blue ribbon in an extremely beautiful way, side profile resembling the ultimate beauty of a woman lost in thought.

  Evil spirit.

  Perhaps it was after seeing the son of this person, suddenly waking up in his mind, that the son's face seemed to have inherited his genes.

  It's not that the father and son don't look alike, but there is a difference in their appearance. The child still has baby fat on his face, with a slightly flat bun-like face, only to say that he is adorable enough to make people want to pinch him and give him a kiss. Unlike this mature beauty, a pair of eyes with rich connotation can absorb people's souls.

  After clarifying the thoughts in her mind, Hua Xiyue's brain was struck by a thunderbolt. If her son Mùmù had indeed inherited his genes, wouldn't that mean he was her son's father?

  As expected, doing good deeds will get you struck by lightning. Even if it's the wrong car, they can still smash a child's father for her.

  But is this man really her son's father?

  Her eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed like this person didn't even know he had another son?

  Moreover, before she came to this world, the eldest miss of the Huahua family was a waste. How did she get involved with this person? If she remembered correctly, he was an emperor in Dongling. Did the emperor meet the eldest miss of the Huahua family while traveling outdoors?

  The woman's heart was secretly laughing at the absurdity of it all. It seemed illogical, so whether this man was her son's father remained to be seen.

  She coaxed her son's hand, and after coaxing him to sleep quietly, she glanced at her when she rolled up her sleeves. Perhaps when she got into the carriage, she had already been staring at her without leaving any marks. The delicate face that was disguised as an ugly face, but with a pair of eyes that were so spirited and overbearing. Just like the scenery of clouds and dust, it's not their own boast, many women in the world can't help but admire them when they see them, all beauties are no exception. But she, such a female bandit, a waste of the Huajia girl, looked at them as if they were weeds, disdainfully ignoring them.

  Her eyebrows slightly raised, as if she wanted to dig out the ugly mole from her bones.

  Hua Yuye doesn't care about him for 37 days, closes her eyes to cultivate her spirit, and focuses on healing her injuries. Only then can she have the energy to take her son away at any time.

  She gazed at her sleeping face, her eyelids slightly ajar, and her gaze lingered on the bridge of her nose for a long time. Turning to look at her son's sleeping face, she suddenly felt that this big one and little one somehow looked alike.

  Yi Feng lifted the curtain and walked in, bowing his head and presenting a black wooden box with both hands. He opened the lid, revealing a stack of memorials. His slender fingertips picked out one, which he unfolded and browsed through.

  Her drowsy eyes narrowed into a slit, looking at the thing in his hand, which was indeed a memorial-like document. Was this person really the Emperor? Hua Xiyan closed her eyes.

  The carriage may be traveling on uneven mountain roads, swaying back and forth. In addition to the medicine given by the doctor containing clearing fire and relieving constipation components, it wasn't long before a certain place was filled with water. Hua Xiyan endured again and again, seeing that the person in front still maintained an immortal-like state, she raised her hands in defeat. Others may be immortals who don't need to eat, drink, or relieve themselves, but she is a mortal and doesn't have this skill. Clearing her throat: "Sir, humans have three urgent needs, can you let the carriage stop for a bit?"

  At the words, he raised his eyes from the memorial and looked at her as if something had occurred to him.

  Her lips were pursed in a smile, unmoving: "Sister isn't afraid of being thick-skinned, if you have an emergency, I'll take care of it whether you're a god or not."

  Such a pair of open and honest eyes, when facing each other, it's like looking into a mirror. In an instant, the four eyes met, without any spark of confrontation, more like a tug-of-war. Yun Mei lowered her eyebrows, put down the memorial, and turned to Yi Feng beside her, who was covering his mouth with his sleeve, seemingly smiling: "Stop the carriage and let her get off."

  "Yes."

  The horse carriage stopped. Yi Feng lifted the curtain and said to her: "Miss Yan, please."

  In a hurry, Hua Yexuan quickly got off the carriage. The horse-drawn vehicle stopped at the side of a small mountain path, next to which was a large forest. As she hastily walked into the woods, she only heard a sentence from behind her carried by the wind: "Miss Yan, please don't have any wild ideas."

  It seems these people really look up to her, afraid she'll be scared like this.

  Yi Feng rubbed her nose, who let her slip away in front of his two masters in the forest last time.

  As for escaping, Hua Yu Nian was not without a plan. After all, this place was in the wilderness, and as long as it was in the wilderness, it would be difficult for the opponent to set up a heaven-and-earth net.

  After walking deep into the forest for a while, I found that there was no one around. After relieving myself, I thought of taking advantage of the opportunity to climb up a big tree and observe the surrounding situation, so as to know how to proceed next.

  Left hand injured, dare not use force, relying solely on right hand to climb high branches and prepare to climb tree. Suddenly, a voice came from the ear:

  "Yan Niang, if you fall from the tree, we can only catch you down here."

  This voice was that of the doctor she had thought to be kind and gentle. It seemed he wasn't too pleased that after he healed her wound, she came up with other ideas. As the saying goes, you can offend anyone but not a doctor. Hua Xixi's face dripped with cold sweat as she followed the sound of Yun Cangzi's laughter: "If madam wants someone to hold her, please inform me first, I am willing to serve madam."

  Nowadays, even a ghost climbing a tree is an expert, and among the many masters, even those who look refined and elegant are also experts.

  Patted the dusty cuff and walked back to the carriage with a huff.

  Yi Feng stood by the carriage waiting for her, and as soon as she arrived, he immediately helped her open the curtain.

  There was a moment when she really wanted to run away with her legs. Thinking of her son, she could only grit her teeth. As she got into the carriage, the taciturn god who didn't like to talk also took advantage of the situation and robbed her, lightly floating towards her and saying: "You're all so old, where are you going to climb trees?"

  She says her brain and her son's are made of straw.

  If it weren't for her good temperament, she would have been furious and spat out a mouthful of blood long ago. Fortunately, as a former executive in modern times, she knew what it meant to keep a low profile.

  She closed her eyes and dozed off in the swaying carriage. This doze seemed to have lasted a bit longer, so that when she woke up, she suddenly found herself unknowingly moved to the bed, only then did she realize that although the carriage looked simple on the outside, it was full of mysteries inside. Her whole body could stand upright and lie down in the carriage.

  She slept and woke up, ate and drank, and it seemed that about two days had passed. The wound on her left side healed quickly, without the initial piercing pain. It can be seen that the doctor with the surname Gong was highly skilled in his medical techniques. In this case, the young prince who pretended to be her son should have been fine under the care of such a great doctor.

  Occasionally, she could see the child from behind the mosquito net in the middle of the bed, but unfortunately, the child's father was there, so she couldn't stare for long. Two days later, it was possible that the child was taken down from the carriage by his father and disappeared with him. The carriage stopped, a woman got on and bowed to her from behind the curtain inside the carriage: "Miss Yan, Master said your clothes are dirty, let you change them."

  The clothes handed in from outside were placed in front of her, and upon seeing them, they turned out to be a peacock blue scattered flower brocade suit. The overall color was elegant and noble, and the craftsmanship didn't need to be mentioned - it was at least a hundred times better than the clothes Chen Niang had given her. Hua Xiyan knew from her work in modern times that she had studied clothing, and she deeply understood that this kind of clothing could only be worn by a first-class aristocratic young lady.