The North Tower of Ye Mansion is even more remote and crude than the residence of the servants. The eaves leak and the window paper is tattered. It is a place with cold winters and hot summers. If it is windy or rainy, you may be in trouble.

And this is the place where the original owner, mother and son depended on each other.

Chu Yue stood in front of the door of the north tower, looking at the door that creaked in the cool breeze, thoughtfully.

The mother of the original owner was the first young woman to be granted the title of Marquis in the Kingdom of Shenwu. She was also a well-known and well-known iron-blooded general. She had accumulated great achievements. She sacrificed her life for the country in a fierce war. As a subject of Shenwu, she was

The only person who has the honor of being buried in an imperial mausoleum after his death.

When the late emperor was still alive, he gave a green glaze and red gold token to the young Ye Chuyue, which was regarded as Ye Chuyue's amulet.

Precisely because of her mother's relationship with the Marquis of Zhenbei, even if Ye Chuyue was tricked five years ago and her reputation was ruined, the royal family was not qualified to terminate the engagement, and the Ye family did not dare to expel the daughter of a martyr from the house!

Later, Ye Chuyue was stupid and stupid, and the others also pretended to be deaf and dumb. No one thought that at the important moment of the marriage between the two countries, Ye Chuyue would run and jump off the city wall!

"Mother." The soft and soft milky voice brought Chu Yue back from her thoughts. She lightly frowned, her eyes as deep as a pool of ink that could not be opened.

"I cooked your favorite lily meat porridge for you. Are you hungry, mother? You have to eat it while it's hot." Xiaobao whispered.

The child is as good as ever.

In the past, even if Ye Chuyue beat him to a bloody head, he would still cook the food, wash the clothes, and stay with his mother without any regrets.

"Um."

Chu Yue responded lightly, glanced at Xiaobao, and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Xiaobao's eyes flashed with tears, he bit his lower lip lightly, looked at Chu Yue for a long time, and then said: "They told me that my mother went to jump off the city wall and didn't want me anymore... From now on, Xiaobao will have no children from my mother.

Already."

Chu Yue sighed lightly, then slowly stretched out her hand to rub Xiaobao's hair: "Am I still alive?"

In her two lives, she has been a decisive and killing god. She has interacted with desperadoes and has never had anything to do with children, let alone her nominal son...

Chu Yue stared at the aggrieved, pitiful and stubborn Xiaobao, quite confused in the wind.

She doesn’t even know what it’s like to be a man…

"But my mother is injured." Xiaobao's eyes turned slightly red and he choked with sobs: "Xiaobao is still young. When he grows up, he must protect his mother."

He is such a well-behaved child, but it is a pity that he was born in the wrong child.

Chu Yue led Xiaobao into the house in the north building, and finally realized what it meant to be penniless and live in poverty.

She couldn't help but suspect that this simple house would collapse to the ground when the strong wind came. Looking inside, there was a table, a chair, a bench, and a bed covered with straw.

Xiaobao ran over and brought a bowl of lily meat porridge. He placed it diligently in front of Chu Yue and looked at her expectantly: "Mother, drink it quickly."

"Aren't you going to drink?" Chu Yue asked.

Xiaobao shook his head: "I'm not hungry."

Gu...Gulu...

Xiaobao's stomach made an unsatisfactory sound.

Xiaobao's cheeks turned red and he said without confidence: "Mom, I'm really not hungry. I've already eaten."

There were only two bowls of lily meat porridge, and his mother was injured. He wanted to leave all to her.
Chapter completed!