She stood under the wind, and the gentle breeze in spring blew the hem of her clothes. The white pear blossoms bloomed, but fell on her shoulders at this moment. Her long black hair was pulled into a bun from the back of her head.
A simple hairpin was pinned on, and a white dress wrapped her slender and slender body.
"Mom?" The little boy's voice came from not far away, with a waxy and child-like accent.
"Far away, come here quickly!" The woman had a beautiful smile on her lips. She squatted down and made a hug gesture, waiting for the little boy to jump into her arms.
The little boy was wearing a blue robe, which was just enough to wrap around his short body. He ran from a distance with a smile on his face, buried his head in the woman's arms, hugged her tightly, and rubbed his little head against her.
On his chest, he said: "Mother is so kind."
The woman held his face in her hands, with a look of doting on her face, and asked: "Yuanyuan, have you had enough fun? If so, we have to go back." She tapped the tip of his small nose.
"Enough playing far away." The boy replied obediently, and then struggled out of the woman's hands. When the woman thought he was going to leave by himself, he stretched out his pink hands to hold her shoulders, and said solemnly: "Mom
Dear, your shoulders are full of broken flowers, let me help you take them down." After saying that, his small hands swept over the woman's shoulders, and the woman lowered her eyes, and there were indeed a few broken flowers falling at her feet.
The boy retracted his hand, raised a pure face, and said with a smile: "Mom, we can go."
The woman stood up, took the boy's little hand, and disappeared into the sunset.
The wind in early spring was still a bit cold. The mother and son were sitting at a small dining table. Although the table was not big, the room was big enough. There were two rows of servants standing respectfully next to them. There were several people on the dining table.
Home-cooked food. Everything was arranged neatly. It was obvious that no one had touched the food.
The boy sat next to the woman, looking eagerly at the food on the table, and soon began to bite his chopsticks.
Pouting her small mouth, she asked: "Mother, when will father come back?"
"Your father may have something to do and Grandpa Huang left him behind. Please wait for a while from afar, okay?" The woman reached out and touched the boy's head, comforting him.
"But..." The boy frowned and wanted to say something, but he heard a sound coming from outside - "The prince is back."
Yin Wuzui walked in with steady steps. He looked at the simple food on the table, his expression was a little gentler than before. Then he looked at the boy at the table. He washed his hands, walked over and sat down, and said: "Ji Yi
, come to the father."
Yin Jiyi was the big name given to him by Yin Wucai, and Yuan Yuan was the nickname given to him by Mo Yiran. Since the two of them had different opinions on the name, they each called him his own name. However, even if they had different opinions on the name, the couple never had any disagreements.
Get through the quarrel of words.
Therefore, Yin Jiyi glanced at Mo Yiran, and when he saw the other person's face was pale, he finally turned to look at Yin Wuchou and said, "Father, I'm hungry."
The rejection couldn't be more obvious.
The man's face turned pale, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only ask angrily: "Jiyi, did you listen to your mother today?" His tone was extremely gentle, and he was completely trying to please a child.
Yin Jiyi didn't even raise his head. He just buried his head in eating the rice in the bowl and said vaguely: "Yes." Suddenly, he raised his head again, blinked his big eyes and said: "Father, please eat quickly."
There was impatience in the little boy's eyes.
Yin Wuchou looked at his delicate little face. The impatience looked very much like someone's face. Suddenly, looking at the table full of food, he no longer had the slightest appetite.
When Mo Yiran saw this, he quickly scolded: "Yuan Yuan, don't be so rude! When my father talks to you, you must answer well."
Yin Jiyi's eyes were aimed at Mo Yiran, his narrow phoenix eyes were shining with crystal light, which made people feel pity for him. However, he was the son of the current Prince Pingyang, known as the youngest son of the Xueji Dynasty.
His status is extremely noble, so of course everyone pities him, just like the stars holding the moon.
He said "Oh", and then continued: "But my father never stays with us, so it is natural for me to alienate him." As he said, the boy's tone was mixed with a trace of resentment, "Did I say
Is that right?" He blinked his narrow phoenix eyes and looked at his mother pitifully.
This child is only two and a half years old now, and he actually needs his father to accompany him.
Mo Yiran was surprised in his heart, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Yin Wuchou's gaze on his face.
"Yuan Yuan, your father is not in good health, and..." Before Mo Yiran finished speaking, Yin Wuchou interrupted her and said: "Ji Yi, it's your father who is not in good health. Tomorrow, my father will be free.
Just play with you and mother, okay?"
Yin Jiyi became happy when he heard this, and said with a flushed face: "Father, you keep what you say!"
"Well, father will not deceive Ji Yi." Yin Wuchou replied with a smile. His smile was very shallow and could not warm people's hearts. However, the little boy was overjoyed after hearing this.
After the meal, Mo Youran settled Yin Jiyi and returned to his Qingxin Palace. In the past three years, she has been living in Qingxin Palace, and Yin Wuchou has also been living in Jinxin Pavilion. But Mo Youran has not been here these days.
She said she had important things to do. Although Mo was still worried about her, she knew that when people grew up, they had to make their own decisions. Even if she was her sister, she couldn't restrict Mo Youran's freedom!
Before entering the Qingxin Palace, she looked up at the dark night sky...
It’s been three years. Time flies and it’s been three years...
Seeing her arriving, the maid guarding the door saluted, and Mo Yiran walked in.
There was no one in the hall, but she saw a familiar figure standing with his back to her, standing by the window. His figure was lonely and thin.
"Why are you here?" Mo Yiran spoke first. She was surprised by his sudden arrival. You must know that he had never been to her bedroom in the past three years.
Yin Wuchou turned around and looked at her with burning eyes, "Shouldn't I come?" After that, he walked up to her, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and said, "Yongle, I am your husband.
, shouldn’t I come?”
After the words fell, a muffled thunder sounded in the dark night, and a whistling wind blew from the eaves, bringing an icy feeling. It was really a spring rain and a cold.
Yin Wuchou continued: "It's been three years. He's been gone for three years. I've helped you raise his children. It's been three years now. I've been waiting for you for three years. When will you give yourself to me?"
"His voice was very urgent, and he didn't pay attention to the sudden muffled thunder outside.