Chapter 70: The rebirth of Grandpa Su (Part 1)

Grandpa Su is reborn in Parallel World outside (1)
"What's the matter? I woke up in the morning so thoughtless and desperate."
In Kun and the palace, Queen Su looked down at her nephew who was looking out the window, although she was so caring, but the subordinates took advantage of this opportunity to smoothly touch him and still carry a few Sub-soft heart.
Since six years ago, her little nephew seemed to be an adult all night, with a face full of old people all over her body, and such a close behavior, she would never ask her to do it like she was a child.
Thinking about this, Queen Su sighed in a sense of sorrow.
Sure enough, Su Jin returned to her senses, and then showed a hint of helpless smile, tilted her head, almost shook her head in a somewhat tolerant manner: "Manny."
"What mother, come, call Auntie." Queen Su said deliberately like this. Before she could say more in the future, she couldn't help but cough, and her pale complexion was even more ugly.
"My aunt is full!" Su Jin's heart tightened when she saw that, she quickly got up and stroked Queen Su's back proficiently, and then took the Qiuli Gao from the palace maid on the side and gave it a bite, although she didn't face it. It was obvious, but my heart sank a little bit.
He took great pains to take advantage of being the favorite junior in his aunt’s heart and being able to enter and leave the harem for a long time. He asked the imperial physician to treat his aunt in advance. He was very careful, although he escaped the fatal illness, Kun He The plaque of the palace was also hung outside the palace gate, and the Yongshou Palace was not changed.
But after so many years, it seemed that the fate was hard to violate, but the aunt's body was still declining day by day.
Although today is different from the past, the prince has been imperceptibly and carefully taught by his grandfather. Amon is no longer the same as yesterday. Even if he loses his wife’s care, he may not be on the same path as the previous life, but the prince loves him since childhood. The elders of the relatives who are connected, how can he not remember the daily weakness of his body?
It was Empress Su, who seemed to see the worry in Su Jin's eyebrows. After relieving, she smiled and stroked his frowning brows: "You are so young, why are you thinking so hard? Don't you follow your prince brother. , He was born in the royal family, he was born to carry a heavy burden, you are different, you were born in our family, your aunt and your prince and brother are responsible for all the big things, you, just live happily and domineeringly That's it!"
Listening to this, Su Jin felt soft, but she couldn't help feeling a bit bitter when thinking of her last life.
Isn’t it because the empress and your highness are in charge of everything? If the empress goes first, the prince will...
No matter what he wanted to do. Now everything is different. Now the aunt is still alive, and the prince is still waiting under the guidance of his grandfather, and he has never had a gap with his majesty. Your Majesty, you only need to wait with peace of mind, waiting for your majesty's stroke to become ill and the crown prince ascends the throne, and the world will be peaceful.
Thinking of this, Su Jin also showed a little smile, and only cared about her body.
Empress Su was reluctant to talk more about her condition. After a few words, she turned back to the matter just now: "This is Morty, you can talk to your aunt, and you will be in the palace today. Since, just half-hearted, what are you thinking about?"
When Su Jin mentioned this matter, Su Jin paused, her complexion was reddish, but there was a very bright light in her peach blossom eyes: "The palace maid whom I mentioned to my mother last time, my nephew thought about it, and I brought it back today..."
"Oh?" Queen Su raised her eyebrows: "Is that the last time you went to see the little palace lady who just entered the palace?"
"Yes, her surname is Song, and her name is Huiming." Su Jin nodded, and when he mentioned these three words, she was full of tender affection that he hadn't even noticed.
Empress Su didn't take this seriously, but now seeing Su Jin's expression in her eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little solemn in her heart: "When did you know her?"
Su Jin paused and thought about it: "I saw it outside the palace. I didn't expect her to enter the palace. It was also destined."
Queen Su took a sip of autumn pear soup, and she was a little tentative in her words: "How do you want to settle her when you take her back to the house?"
Although Su Jin had made a decision in his heart, he knew that he was not in charge now, and rashly saying it would only add to the trouble, so he only vaguely said: "This palace lady is only ten years old now, so he has to wait for it to be older.
Su Jin said like this. After Queen Su had a meal, she also felt that a fifteen-year-old ignorant boy, a child who was increasingly ten years old, knew what? It's just a good idea to think about it for a while, it's all because the kid Jin is too mature, so I told her to think too much!
Thinking of this, Empress Su also laughed: "Well, you want it, take it back today, and my aunt will ask someone to make up for it."
"Thanks auntie!"
Su Jin heard the words and suppressed the joy in her heart. She got up and seriously thanked Queen Su. After that, when the hour was almost over, she got up and retired. She was able to hold it in Kunhe Palace, but only As soon as he left the palace gate, he couldn't help showing obvious joy and anticipation on his face, and walked hurriedly to Ye Ting.
Huiming entered the palace yesterday and is now in the court! In half an hour, it will be their first meeting!
As long as he thinks of this, Su Jin's palms can't help but get tighter and tighter. Because of Xu's return to the time when Feiyang was a teenager, his footsteps are brisk, and the corners of his mouth can't help raising higher and higher.
In fact, since he returned to Su's house, the first thing he did after he was able to go out was to go to Huiming's house and see her as a young man.
Of course, Su Jin thought about bringing Huiming to her side immediately, but at that time he was not very old, and he hadn't fully guaranteed the protection of the town government, so naturally he didn't want to involve her. What's more, he thought about it. He always felt that at Huiming's young age, it was when he was reunited with his parents, and he could not rely on his identity, so he could arbitrarily step in and ask them to separate. .
After thinking about it all this way, Su Jin finally had to put up with her full thoughts and affection, just staying in the dark, watching Huiming grow up little by little, until she was selected into the palace, and when she came back See you this day!
At this hour, Huiming should have just had his head shaved, and he ran out and hid under the peace tank and cried, right? Su Jin’s eyes showed a gentle remembrance. After so long, even life and death have been added, but Su Jin has walked this road thousands of times, until he vaguely heard the little sob. But as if he was close to homesickness, he slowed down, fearing that something might be alarmed, and slowly stepped forward, as if a lifetime had passed--
He finally saw the little figure under the tank.
As if the scene in the dream reappeared, Su Jin felt in a daze that she had become the official slave again. He was humiliated and silenced by the handyman inmate. At this moment, her arms were trembling, a bucket of barrels. He added water to the tank, and without warning, he poured the water from the well he had just drilled all over his little girl.
But the little girl didn't cry even when she was watered, she just hiccuped with a tremor. After seeing him, she even regarded him as some kind of reliable person, sobbing with him and crying: "I Miss parents...I want to go home..."
How did he respond at that time? Su Jin closed his eyes slightly, but at that time he was just learning how others insulted him and pushed her to the ground, as if seeing the pain of others could make him happy: "Since your father and mother have sent you in Gong, just don’t want you anymore, you can’t go back!
I didn’t finish speaking, but for a moment I thought of the heads of my whole family rolling down at Caishikou, spewing blood, which made me become red first. eye.
Huiming looked at the little father-in-law in front of him in a daze, thinking that she would be frightened and turned around and ran away, or went back to cry and complain, but who knows, the little girl like a baby bird pulled him timidly. Robe corner: "Don't cry..."
This was not enough. After seeing that he was sick and thirsty, the little Huiming not only gave him a nest, but even gave him the Wishful Festival, wishing him all the best in the future, one day he can go home and call him Panic and ashamed, he also pulled him out of the quagmire of self-willing and depravity.
Everything about that day was engraved in his head and he remembered clearly.
But unlike him, even if he mentioned that day carefully at Huiming's request, Huiming was still confused and couldn't remember.
Regarding this, Hui Ming felt a little regretful, but Su Jin was actually quite fortunate in his heart. It was not a side effect. It was really the last time he was. His speech performance at that time was really too unbearable. He didn't want to call it a bit. Huiming remembered each sentence.
He was grateful and grateful for the encounter with Xiao Huiming, but afterwards he blamed and regretted countless times. He wanted to go back to that day and pressed that rudely overly self, and called Huiming down. He was a gentleman. Duanfang, he is gentle and polite.
Unexpectedly, this day actually came.
Perhaps it was because Su Jin had been standing next to the Taiping tank for too long. Xiao Huiming, who had been shrunken under the tank, seemed to be aware, and suddenly raised his head towards him.
The ten-year-old Huiming is a small group, wearing a green dress uniform with a small palace girl. His head is bald, but he has become more and more flexible in his facial features. The eyes are red, as if he has been wronged by the sky. He didn't cry again, just sobbed, and it was distressingly cute.
That's right, this is his Huiming.
Seeing such a strange but familiar little Huiming, Su Jin felt a pain in his heart. He bent his knees and squatted down in front of the little girl. His voice was soft and soft, as if a little heavier would startle her, full of cover. The emotions went affectionately: "What's wrong, let's not cry."
Xiao Huiming looked up at him. A handsome and thin boy, dressed richly, with clean brows, fair complexion, and a pair of exceptionally beautiful peach eyes, was staring at her now.
He was clearly someone he had never seen before, but for some reason, Huiming felt as if he had been acquainted with this person for a long time. Even though he was staring at him like this, he was not afraid of him. It even made her want to feel at ease and get close.
It was precisely because of this feeling that Huiming's grievances in her heart were even worse. She held her mouth, and even her eyes were full of wetness: "I shaved my head, it doesn't look good..."
"Who said that Huiming shaved her head to look good, especially good-looking!" Su Jin was almost at a loss. He stretched out his hands, trying to get close to comfort, and worried that the little girl who didn't know him would resist fear. I can repeat this sentence again, saying it very sincerely: "Really look good, it's best to see if you shave your head, no one looks better than you!"
I don’t know why, when I heard this person say this, Xiao Huiming was inexplicably convinced, she calmed down a bit, sniffed, and whispered: "I...I want to go home... "
Su Jin’s complexion became softer when he heard this sentence, and his palms finally touched Xiao Huiming’s head gently. The hair that had just been shaved also had a layer of hard stubble on it. But he was soft, like the fluff of a young bird.
As a young boy, he straightened up, as if holding up a clear sky for his little girl, Xiao Su Jin gently wiped the corners of Xiao Huiming's wet eyes, and there was no one in his voice. Unclear complex emotions, but bright as the morning light of spring: "Okay, I will take you home."