He called her concubine. She is two years older than him.
Jiang Wansheng picked up a proton. Sixteen years old, as thin as a bamboo pole, when he knelt in front of her and called "Mother Concubine", his eyes were smiling - laughing that she didn't know what she had picked up.
She thought he lacked love, so she gave him porridge, sewed clothes for him, and gave him half of the yard to live in.
He doesn't know what lack of love is. All he knew was that he wanted everything she gave her.
Someone bullied her, and the next day the person came crying to apologize. Someone took a second look at her, but that person never appeared in front of her again.
He knelt in front of her and called her "Mother Concubine" for three years. There was a thick layer of paper ashes in the kang hole in the side room - her name was burned on every piece of paper.
Later he left and returned to Ling Kingdom without telling her. She thought he just went home and was happy for him in her heart.
She was wrong.
After a palace change, he came back to her. Behind her was the gunpowder smoke that had not yet settled, and the hem of her clothes was still stained with ashes from the palace road. There was something in her eyes that she didn't dare to recognize - like a fire that had been burning for too long and finally burned in front of her.
She took a step back and said, "How dare you. I am your majesty's decree to be your mother-in-law and take care of you——"
Before she could finish speaking, he looked down at her, his voice neither high nor low:
"He's dead."
"No one in this world can make you kneel again."
"Be good, come to me, concubine."
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The end of the year and the end of the year | Crazy criticism of protons × ignorant abandoned concubine | Fake mother and son, true lover | He knelt for three years, just to stand up that day so that she could never run away again.
Intention: Rules can be broken, and we will all move towards a better future.