"Mrs. Xian, is this ......?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Tuoba Xian sat there dignifiedly, holding a bowl of tea in her hand, but she didn't drink it.

His eyes fell on the three boxes, and his face floated in a soft and loving arc.

"These are the clothes, shoes and socks I made for Fengtang."

She said softly.

"It's been nineteen years, and every year I have to buy him a pair of shoes and make a set of clothes."

"Huh?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

Even though he knew that his son might be long gone, Tuoba Xian still insisted on doing so?

"Mrs. Xian, you are the princess of a country, how can you have so much leisure?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

These little clothes, shoes, socks and hats are so beautiful.

It must have come from the hand of the royal embroiderer in the Great Liao Palace, right?

Yang Ruoqing thought secretly.

Here, Tuoba Xian said: "No matter how busy I am, I have to take a little time to do something for my son with my own hands!" ”

"What?" Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised.

"You mean that these clothes, shoes and socks are not made by the embroidery girl, they are all made by yourself?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Tuoba Xian glanced at Yang Ruoqing and nodded.

"As a mother, make some clothes, shoes and socks for your son, do you still have to borrow someone else's hand for such a trivial matter?"

She asked, and when she saw Yang Ruoqing's expression again, she couldn't help laughing.

"You girl, don't make a fuss."

Tuoba Xian said, "I called you over tonight to tell you." ”

"You can take the contents of these three boxes."

"Wind Begonia...... I missed his upbringing. ”

"Small clothes, shoes, socks and hats, for you and Fengtang's children to wear, it can be regarded as making up for my regret as a grandmother!"

Hearing Tuoba Xian's words, Yang Ruoqing's heart was moved.

Mother's love really has nothing to do with identity and status!

Over there, Tuoba Xian saw that Yang Ruoqing was stunned and didn't move, and the woman's face showed a trace of apprehension.

"I've seen the wedding dress your mother made for you, her embroidery, I'm ashamed."

"Don't dislike these little clothes, take them, okay?" She asked.

Yang Ruoqing finally came back to her senses.

Suppressing the complicated emotions surging in her heart, she stepped forward and said to Tuoba Xian: "Where did Mrs. Xian say, these things, I am rare. ”

"When I look back and see it, I must be happier and more able to understand your hard work."

Tang Lingzi envied other children when they were young.

Eat the food cooked by the mother, and wear the clothes made by the mother.

These requirements, which are insignificant in the eyes of others, are the most unattainable dreams in his place.

And now, what he lacks will be made up for in his children.

In his heart, he will definitely be very ironed.

When Tuoba Xian heard Yang Ruoqing's words, a trace of bitterness appeared on the corners of her lips.

"I'm an incompetent mother, just don't talk about it."

"Ming'er is a good day for you and Fengtang, you go back early, rest well tonight, and marry Fengtang as your wife tomorrow."

"Well, then I'll retire first, and Mrs. Xian, you should rest early." Yang Ruoqing bowed and was about to retreat.

was shouted by Tuoba Xian again.

"In private, you call me mother, what lady is not lady, I prefer my daughter-in-law to call me mother." Woman.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed, and she lowered her eyes obediently.

"Mother, let's rest early, daughter-in-law will retire first."

"Well, okay, there you go!"

……

On the way back, Yang Ruoqing was still full of emotion.

When she returned to the house, Sun and Da Sun were also waiting for her in the house.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming back, Sun hurriedly got up and came over and took Yang Ruoqing's hand: "Have you seen the wedding dress?" Like it or not? ”

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, hugged Sun's arm and leaned on her shoulder: "As long as it is made by my mother, I like it!" ”

Sun also smiled and caressed Yang Ruoqing's head lovingly.

"The days go by so fast, I vaguely remember what you looked like when you were a child, running on the ridge and dam."

"In this blink of an eye, I will get married tomorrow......"

As she spoke, the woman's eyes turned red.

Seeing that Sun's tears were about to fall, the eldest Sun hurriedly came over to persuade him.

"Qing'er's mother, Qing'er hasn't married yet, why are you crying?"

"Hahaha, don't cry, if you want to cry, you have to leave it until tomorrow." Dasun said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, how can you persuade people? ”

Then, she looked at Sun and said, "Mother, let me tell you, tomorrow I will get married, but you are not allowed to cry!" ”

Sun Shi hoarsely voiced: "Why? ”

Yang Ruoqing said: "I am married, not married to another village. ”

"I just moved out of the yard of my house and lived in a more luxurious and spacious yard next door."

"What's the matter, you stand at the gate of the courtyard and shout, and I hear it."

"Say, what are you upset about? Right? ”

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun's mood improved a little.

"Well, I'll try, try not to cry." She said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "That's right, if you cry, how can I be in the mood to go out, right?" ”

"When the time comes, I look back at you while walking, and I step on the hem of the wedding dress carelessly, and I fall on my stomach, so I can't let everyone laugh to death!"

"No, no, you can't cry!" She said.

Sun burst into tears and laughed.

"It's just that you're crooked."

A few people talked and laughed for a while, and Sun told some steps and etiquette to pay attention to tomorrow's wedding.

Then, Sun and Da Sun got up and planned to leave.

Xiaoyu and Cao Bamei didn't move, because they had agreed in advance, they stayed with Yang Ruoqing tonight.

Not long after Sun and Da Sun left, Da Sun returned.

and called Cao Bamei out of the house.

After a while, Cao Bamei came back alone, blushing.

"Qing'er, your aunt asked me to come over and teach you something." She squeaked.

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing was making the bed and was ready to go to bed.

Cao Bamei said: "You come to me, I'll tell you." ”

Yang Ruoqing didn't doubt him, so she really walked over, was pulled to the side by Cao Bamei, and muttered a few words close to her ear.

Yang Ruoqing's face turned red after a while.

"Ah, my aunt asked you to teach me this?" She couldn't believe it.

Cao Bamei nodded.

"I went to the toilet while it was raining, let's just talk."

"Don't be ashamed, that's how we women get married." Cao Bamei said.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flickered.

Of course she knows how to make a hole in the cave room.

I've watched a small piece of the island country.

It's just that Yang Ruoqing is quite curious about the boudoir experience passed down from generation to generation among women in this era.

So, deliberately set Cao Bamei's words.

"What the hell is a marriage law? If you want to say it, just make it clear, it's vague, I don't understand! She said.

Cao Bamei bit her lip, simply let it go, and muttered a few more words in Yang Ruoqing's ear.