A few ups and downs, came to a barren and dilapidated palace, and then put her down carefully.
If Ming Lan was stunned, watched this ruined place, he wondered: "Where is this?"
Cang Qiao said lightly: "This is where the elder sister lived in the palace."
If Ming Lan was stunned, he looked at the palace in front of him. The plaque was already full of spider web.
I do n’t know why, she has an extremely familiar feeling here, as if she had stayed here for a long time.
Cang Qiao took her into it, and this palace can be seen in the place where it was once extremely elegant.
He took her to the deepest room and gently pushed away a door.
Although the furnishings here can be seen for a few years, the screens that embroidered the family's reunion have already been yellow, and the gauze's curtain has faded, but the room is still clean and tidy.
If Ming Lan was staying, there were suddenly some fine pictures flashed in his mind--
A very beautiful woman gently hugged her in her arms, slowly walking in the room, coaxing her to sleep: "Yueer bent in Kyushu ... a few happy and happy."
There are also vague and trivial and warm daily life.
"If I am the best, come and wipe my little feet."
"If you kiss your mother, is it okay?"
"I am good, my mother made a small shoes ..."
There seemed to be the faint gardenia flower fragrance and the warm taste of the mother in the air, and the tears flowed down the cheek so unconsciously.
Ming Lan Ruo couldn't help covering her face, whispered: "Mother ..."
A pair of long arms stretched out and hugged her into the warm and broad arms, and he sighed softly: "Remembering it?"
If Ming Lan grabbed Cang Qiao's placket, the whole face was buried in his arms, without saying a word, but the tears were not controlled.
She actually didn't think of it, but forgotten intentionally.
In fact, she had a notes very early. Her father thought she had forgotten her mother, but for so many years, she still remembered what her mother was holding her in her arms.
But when I was a kid, I thought of the mother, including the mother -in -law, would be very sad, and even a serious illness.
Even the father followed the torment and followed the pain, so she learned to "deliberately forget"
Cang Qiao gently stroked her back and whispered: "When the eldest sister gave birth to you, the Emperor Ming would declare your mother and daughter into the palace and close it here."
If Ming Lan was silent for a while, he sucked his nose and whispered: "At that time, the grandfather and the uncle were dead. Why did His Majesty let my mother and me enter the palace as a hostage?"
"His Majesty is afraid of the so -called Xiao family, but he also has to worry about Ming Guo Gong and public opinion, so the elder sister is banned in the palace. Until you are three years old, the elder sister is no longer possible, and you will be put back to Ming Guogong.
Mansion. "
He hugged her softly and sat down: "You, you were so big that year, in addition to like to nest in the arms of the elder sister, he likes to hold me and don't let go."
He said these words before, but she didn't feel much.
When her mother was away, she was so sad. She didn't want to look back, as if she could no longer face the sadness of losing her mother.
But now, she is here, as if touching the past dust gently, sitting again in front of those warm yellow memories in the past.
In the dusty old time, it was faintly remembered that a young man with a low -end palace blue robe hugged a little child with a small mouth and drooling, and let her ride on his shoulder.
"Fly, Ruo Ruo flew up ..."
"Hahaha......"
The mother sat on the side and smiled to cut the apples for them, wiped the sweat for them. Under the monitoring of the palace people, they quietly left the delicious one to them.
The new emperor ascended the throne. They were not treated and lived easily, but under the comprehensiveness of the mother, in this small world, they were still happy.
But, then ... there is no more.
Xiao Fu returned to his hometown in Fuling, and when the news was lost under the rocks, the day when the news came back, the mother suddenly vomited blood and passed out.
In the end, there are only flying money and spiritual flags, and the mother -in -law who will never wake up in the coffin.
The little girl was nestled in the teenager's arms, crying with him.
"Ruojiao ... don't cry." The teenager had grown, and he patted the girl who cried silently in his arms.
As if she was still the little sister who was nestled in his arms when she was a child.
His voice is as gentle as wind, crossing those difficult years ... can heal all her sadness. This chapter has been completed!