After several ups and downs, he arrived at a deserted and dilapidated palace, and then he carefully put her down.
Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment, looking at the dilapidated place and wondering: "Where is this?"
Cang Qiao said calmly: "This is the place where the eldest sister lived in the palace."
Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment and looked at the palace in front of her. The plaque was already covered with spider webs and was blurry. Only the four words "阘跷流香" could be seen.
She didn't know why, but she felt extremely familiar with this place, as if she had stayed here for a long time.
Cang Qiao led her inside. It could be seen that this palace was once a very elegant place.
He took her to the deepest room and gently opened a door.
Although the furnishings here can be seen to have aged a bit, the screen embroidered with family reunion has long since turned yellow, and the alchemy curtains have faded, the room is still clean and tidy.
Ming Lanruo was stunned, and some detailed pictures suddenly flashed through her mind——
A very beautiful woman gently held the little girl in her arms, slowly walked around the room, and coaxed her to sleep: "The moon shines crescent over Kyushu... Some families are happy and some are sad."
There are also those fuzzy, trivial and warm daily routines.
"My Ruoruo is the best, come and wipe her little feet."
"Would you like to kiss your mother if you like?"
"My Ruoruo is good, my mother made little shoes..."
The faint fragrance of gardenia and the warm taste of mother seemed to be floating in the air, and tears flowed down my cheeks unconsciously.
Ming Lanruo couldn't help but cover her face and murmured in a low voice: "Mother..."
A pair of long arms stretched out and hugged her into a warm and broad embrace. He sighed softly: "You remember it, right?"
Ming Lanruo grabbed Cang Qiao's lapel and buried her whole face in his arms. She didn't say a word, but her tears fell uncontrollably.
In fact, she didn't remember it, but deliberately forgot it.
In fact, she remembers things very early, and her father thought she had forgotten what her mother looked like, but after so many years, she still remembered the way her mother held her in her arms.
But when I was young, I would be very sad when I think of my mother and the people related to her, and I might even fall seriously ill.
Even her father suffered and suffered, so she learned to "deliberately forget"
Cang Qiao gently stroked her back and whispered: "When my eldest sister gave birth to you, Emperor Ming had your mother and daughter sent to the palace and locked up here."
Ming Lanruo was silent for a while, then sniffed and whispered: "At that time, my grandfather and uncle were already dead. Why did Your Majesty still let my mother and I enter the palace as hostages?"
"Your Majesty is afraid of the so-called remnants of the Xiao family, but he also has to worry about the Duke of Ming Dynasty and the public opinion, so he locked up the eldest sister in the palace until you were three years old. When the eldest sister was no longer healthy, you were released to the Duke of Ming Dynasty.
Mansion."
He hugged her tenderly and sat down: "Back then, you were only a little old. Apart from being in the arms of the eldest sister, you also liked to hug me and never let go."
He had said these words before, but she didn't feel much about them.
When her mother passed away, she was so sad that she didn't want to look back, as if this would save her from having to face the grief of losing her mother.
But now, she is here, as if she has lightly touched the dust of the past, and is sitting in front of those warm and yellow memories of the past again.
In the dusty old days, I vaguely remember a young man dressed in the blue robe of a low-level palace official holding a little drooling little man and letting her ride on his shoulders and spin around in circles.
"Fly, Ruoruo is flying..."
"Hahaha......"
Mother sat and peeled apples for them with a smile, wiped their sweat, and quietly left delicious food for them under the supervision of the palace people.
After the new emperor ascended the throne, they were not welcomed by others and their life was not easy. However, under their mother's thoughtful care, they were still happy in this small world.
But, after that... there is no more.
On the day when the news came back that everyone in the Xiao family was returning to their hometown to support the deceased, the mother suddenly vomited blood and fell into a coma.
In the end, there were only paper money and spiritual flags flying in the sky, and my mother in the coffin who would never wake up.
The little girl nestled in the boy's arms, crying with him till the sky was dark.
"Ruoruo, be good...don't cry." The boy had grown up, and he patiently patted the girl who was crying silently in his arms.
It was as if she was still the little girl who cuddled in his arms and depended on each other when she was a child.
His voice was as gentle as the wind, and it could soothe all her sadness through those difficult years.
