Rong Yue and the maid helped Leng Fengqing bathe and change clothes. The new clothes had been prepared a long time ago. While waiting for Yuan Qingling to come back, the fourth master ordered people to buy a lot of new clothes for her.

The hair that couldn't be washed was cut off by Rong Yue herself. Fortunately, after soaking it in hot water, most of it could be spread out and not much was cut.

After putting on new clothes, Rong Yue dressed her up a little and tied up her hair in a bun. The middle-aged woman in the bronze mirror seemed to have a completely new look.

Time is not kind to the beautiful, she is still beautiful, but after washing her face, there are fine lines around her eyes and some wrinkles on her forehead, but this does not damage her beauty.

He was very thin and his face was very pale.

The plain brocade dress covering her slender body was a little too big, but it didn't look ugly. Instead, she had a fairy-like charm, which may be related to the fact that she had lived on Snow Wolf Peak for thirty-six years without caring about worldly matters.

Year related.

Her heart was still full of joy, and everything was like a dream. She had not been able to think of anything further, and hatred had not yet filled her heart. She had no time to think about it.

Therefore, when Rong Yue held her hand and went out, the smile on her face was still happy.

Rong Yue did not participate in this meal and left while they were eating. This was the first meal thirty-six years after their separation, the first meal between mother and son, and she did not want to disturb it.

Rong Yue walked away under the moonlight, and looked back after leaving the main courtyard. The aunt sat carefully and looked at the Fourth Master dreamily, as if she couldn't get enough, as if she wanted to catch up the missing time in the thirty-six years.

Yue felt uncomfortable and turned away.

A family of four sat together to eat. The fourth master held Brother Xing in his arms and never let go. Brother Xing also seemed to enjoy being held by his father. He neither cried nor fussed, and even smiled with a chubby face.

Dinner was relatively light. Leng Fengqing mostly ate dry steamed buns on the mountain. She hadn’t eaten meat for decades and couldn’t eat large meats at the moment, so everything she prepared was light.

But Leng Fengqing still ate very little, so the Fourth Master forced her to drink a bowl of soup. She listened to her son's instructions and giggled and cried while drinking.

Tears fell into the soup.

Ling'er looked uncomfortable. After she finished drinking, he held her hand under the table. Leng Fengqing held her hand in return, and held her son's with the other hand.

The people in the cold house shed a lot of tears when they saw this belated reunion.

There were some things that Fourth Master didn't want her to think of so quickly, so after eating, he asked someone to prepare a bowl of heavier soothing soup so that she could drink it before going to bed.

But it took about half an hour for the calming soup to take effect. After the fourth master sent her back to the room, he asked her to sleep and sat by the bed to talk to her.

Leng Fengqing kept asking him about his childhood and whether his master was good to him.

The Fourth Master spoke softly, his voice had a unique hoarse magnetism, and he spoke slowly. Naturally, this was intentional, as he wanted to make his mother sleep by telling stories.

In fact, what happened to him when he was a child was lackluster, at least to him. He was extremely talented and learned everything quickly. His master was as kind to him as a mother is to her children. He seemed to have lost family affection.

But in fact, there is never any shortage.

Leng Fengqing was very pleased to hear this. She always wanted to hear more. Her eyelids drooped and she was so sleepy that she still couldn't bear to let go of his hand.

Finally she fell asleep, but the Fourth Master did not leave immediately, but continued to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at her sleeping face.
Chapter completed!