Shen Gong handed over a letter. Seven words.
"Watch him for aunt, don't let him kneel."
She folded the letter and put it in her arms, carrying half of the broken jade, and walked into an exile team.
Locked in the prison car was the man he had met when he was eight years old - he was the prince, but he was no longer the prince.
His leg was broken, but she said: "If you break your arm when you are eight, I can find a royal doctor. If you break your leg when you are twenty-two, I can find a way for you to live."
After three thousand miles and three years of wasteland, she carried him from the mud to the golden palace.
On the day after the seal was sealed, he held her hand and said:
"I was carried by her in the mud, and now I stand side by side with her in the golden palace."
But she never told him that the last line of the letter read——
"If he asks, tell me that my mother has never begged anyone."
Intention: A three-foot foothold is enough for a person to grow back. Not the country, not the power - just a prison car that can let in the moonlight, and a person squatting in the mud to wait for the spring with you.
