The father took her back to his bedroom, and he could only hide in a place to watch secretly. He wanted to follow him, but was taken away by the nanny. He walked along the way, and all the palace maids and eunuchs looked at him well.
It was strange, there were sighs, some were complicated, and there was even something else. But he was too young at that time and couldn't tell the difference. He thought his mother was sick, so the next day he took his medicine to his father's bedroom.
But when he stood outside the door, he heard the quarrels and hysterical crying and struggle in the bedroom.
The sound was too sharp and too harsh, and it didn't look like the mother's wife at all.
But the sound was too familiar. He used to coax him to fall asleep in the soft voice at night. Now, the hissing sound made him scared and scared him. It was not until later that he heard that when he came back from visiting his relatives that day, his mother's wife
It seemed that my nerves were a little abnormal, but I was occasionally awake. But later, I wondered if my father was finally disappointed with such a mother, or for other reasons, my mother was sent back to prevent her from doing so.
He even sent guards to lock his mother's mother up.
Such thick chains frightened him at that time. His illness had been dragged for so long but it still didn't heal. He walked over staggeringly, trying to pull the chains for his mother's mother, but he was too weak to pull them at all.
Hearing the sound, the mother raised her head. Her originally beautiful and graceful face was completely covered by tears and voids. She stared at him in a daze, but was afraid and uneasy, muttering to herself:
"Go away, don't come over..."
The mother said as she stepped back, and he still couldn't forget the look.
When he approached, she pushed him away and bit his arm until it was bleeding. He cried out, and his mother seemed to be a little awake, hugging him and crying heartbrokenly.
The lungs were broken, and the entire palace was covered with a terrifying and sad atmosphere.
He was very afraid, but he was even more afraid of losing his mother.
So, he sat on the ground, curled up into a small ball, and sat down with his mother. He felt his body getting hotter and uncomfortable. Later, when he woke up, he was awakened.
When the father came to the palace, he saw his bloody arm and hit his mother's mother. The mother was stunned at first, and then bit her father like crazy.
At that time, their expressions were too terrifying. Later, the father finally murmured as if powerless: "Yan'er, I... have no strength anymore."
So, he didn't want to continue.
The father wanted to take him away, but he looked back at his mother's back as she grew old in an instant, but decided to stay.
However, the last words and last look of the father completely drove the mother into the abyss. She was completely crazy. She tortured him like crazy. As long as she could get the things she could get, no matter what it was, she
He greeted him. He went to deliver food, and she broke the bowl and cut his arm without hesitation. He brought a small stool to write in front of her. She grabbed the stool and broke it, and picked up the stool.
She greeted him with her legs; the fan bones used as kites, the icy tangs in the palace in winter... She could take them over and hit him, poke them on him, and blood came out, but it seemed to stimulate her
Her nerves, she smiled hysterically, but she burst into tears while laughing.
When she was awake, she wiped her tears while bandaging him in despair.
So, no matter how much harm he suffered, he no longer let his mother see it. He learned to bandage his wounds by himself, and was more skilled than those imperial physicians. Then, he continued to take care of his mother with his happy little face.
However, the mother's time of awakening became shorter and shorter. Later, the father's indifference completely hurt her. She looked at his face that was increasingly similar to his father, especially those ice-blue eyes.
He fell into complete madness.
He looked from a distance, watching him, who was only six years old at that time, go to deliver food to his mother as usual, her expression seemed very calm. He thought she was a little awake, so he squatted down and talked to her.
Just as he put the wooden chopsticks into her hand, she suddenly raised her skinny face, which was no longer as beautiful as before. She looked at him in a daze, looking at his ice-blue
Mouren, as if he was crazy, stabbed his eyes with a wooden chopstick.
He was stunned at that time and looked at him as stupid as he was.
But the wooden chopstick did not pierce his eyes, and the mother was stopped by her father.
He held her wrist, and was broken because of his anger. He clearly heard the crisp sound. The mother's mother was so painful and screamed in despair, making his heart look like an endless wasteland, and the weeds grew wildly. He frightened him.
It was broken, staring blankly, the little finger couldn't help but stroke his eyes. He stared at his mother's mother in a daze. She was hysterical. She looked at them crazy and hatred. What she was saying, he listened completely.
Not...
But he knew that his mother hated him and his father.
But he didn't know why.
Later, the mother died, she committed suicide, she died in front of him, the moment the blood splattered, it was so warm, sprinkled all over his body, and a drop even splashed into his eyes,
In the blink of an eye, the whole world was covered with a layer of blood mist. He retreated step by step, his eyes full of hatred and unwillingness before her death, but also mixed with apology and despair.
Later, he began to have nightmares, and the dreams were full of endless darkness and blood.
He was very scared, and from then on, his spirit began to split a little, and he even hated the color of his eyes.
Those ice-blue eyes that once symbolized honor.
Later, he sneaked out of the palace and almost died outside, but was rescued by the palace master of the Dark Night Moon Palace by chance. He was already in a daze at that time, sometimes confused and sometimes awake. The palace master later taught him
Many, gave him another name - Yue Ye.
...
The illusion dissipated, and the man slowly opened his eyes. The blood in his eyes made him look like a lonely snow wolf, gloomy but sad. He laughed softly, but his eyes were cold and ruthless.
Looking at the snow fox in front of him, "Is this what you want me to see?"
"Yes," Xuehu laughed softly, looking at his painful expression, she seemed particularly happy, "It seems that you should know what you should know, my mission has been completed, the rest of the matter is
I won't say much. The child belongs to you, but you don't know what Xiao Qi is. You should know what to do, right? The snake has done so much for you, and you shouldn't let her be sad anymore.
Be with her and walk on. As long as this red bead is in your body for a day, your heart will not have any problems. It can be regarded as my "gratitude" for so many years. What should I do next
It depends on yourself.”
She smiled strangely, but the fox eyes were gloomy and ruthless. She stopped looking at the man and jumped out of the room.