Time is like a sharp sword. After Yin Wucai left, she stood there alone for a long time. For as many moments as she stood, her heart felt like it had been stabbed by a sword so many times.
For many years, he was the only reason why she stayed in the Endless Palace.
When she led her sister to Xi Yeguo, it showed that she had given up everything for him, but there was no her in his heart, only hatred!
Yes, there is only hatred.
She clenched her hands into fists. Since she had hatred, she would wait for him until the day his hatred dissipated.
Because, as it happens, she also has hatred.
?The next day.
Early in the morning, Yin Jiyi sneaked into Mo Yiran's room.
Mo Yiran just got up and saw his little head poking in through the crack of the door. Mo Yiran felt funny in his heart, but he quickly looked away and pretended not to see him.
Yin Jiyi thought that the other party had not noticed her, so she opened the door more carefully and walked in. There were very few maids serving Mo Yiran's room, so at this time, Mo Yiran was the only one left in the Qingxin Palace. She deliberately turned her back.
He went and sat in front of the dressing table, wanting to see what he was going to do.
The little man put his hands behind his back, walked gently behind Mo Yiran, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hands to cover the woman's eyes, "Mother, do you guess who I am?"
"..." Sure enough, he was only a two-and-a-half-year-old child. Mo Yiran suppressed the laughter in his heart and said softly: "Call me mother. Do you think I know who you are?"
As soon as these words came out, Yin Jiyi was not happy. He pouted his lips and said, "Since mother is so smart, does mother know what I am holding in my hand?"
A burst of fragrance came from the tip of his nose, and Mo Yiran curled his lips and said, "Yuan, did you go pick flowers for your mother early in the morning?"
Yin Jiyi pouted his lips even higher. His mother really didn't give him any face at all, so she guessed the flowers he brought so easily.
Mo Yiran turned around and held him in her arms, taking the flower he picked from his hand. It was a pink peach blossom. It was spring now and the peach blossom was in full bloom. She opened her lips lightly and said, "Thank you from far away."
The flowers you picked for my mother."
"Do you like it, mother? Then help mother wear it from afar." Yin Jiyi stood up holding her neck and inserted the peach blossom into Mo Yiran's bun diagonally. Her hair accessories were always very simple.
It is very simple, but it is because of such simplicity and simplicity that it adds a touch of fairy-like temperament to her.
"Yuanyuan, if you like flowers, let them bloom on the branches." Mo Yiran stroked his pink face, with a hint of sigh in his words.
"Huh?" Yin Jiyi looked at her blankly. How could a child of this age know how to cherish flowers?
Mo Yiran glanced at the mirror without trace. The dressing table faced the door, which meant that from the mirror, he could see who was walking by the door.
But with just one glance, the person in the mirror immediately moved away, and Mo Yiran only saw the hem of his clothes.
"Yuan Yuan, what do you want to play today?" Mo Yiran saw the man leaving and turned to Yin Jiyi and said.
"I want to go to the palace to see Grandpa Huang from afar." Yin Jiyi seemed to have remembered something serious and said to Mo Yiran with his head held high and his chest held high.
Mo Yiran frowned almost invisible and said softly: "Yuan Yuan, we just came out of the palace last night." We just came out of the palace last night, and today this child said he would go to the palace again. Could it be that he was taken advantage of? Fan and Yuan
She did not dare to take matters remotely related to her lightly.
Unexpectedly, Yin Jiyi's eyes were clear. Even though he was only two and a half years old, his eyes shone with wisdom. He said seriously: "Mother, last night the emperor said that he was old and wanted to accompany him from afar. He
There is only one Xiao Dezi around me, and no one else dares to approach Grandpa Huang, so they are far afraid that Grandpa Huang will be sad and lonely."
Mo Yiran was shocked. Would a two-and-a-half-year-old child think of these things? Or was she paying too little attention to her child?
"Do you have to go?" Mo Yiran had some ominous premonitions in her heart, but how could she refuse in the face of her child's sincere filial piety! Yin Tianyi didn't like his father because His Majesty Emperor Xue Ji never treated Yin Tianyi
As his own child, so why is he being so kind to Yuan Yuan now?
"Mother, you have already promised the emperor a long time ago. You said that you must keep your promises." Yin Jiyi's face began to look a little aggrieved, as if he didn't believe that his mother would not allow him to enter the palace, so he continued
He said: "And I have promised Grandpa Huang that I will accompany him more in the future. Can mother and Yuan Yuan go together?"
Mo Yiran touched his pink face and said with a smile: "Okay. But we have to tell our father first so that he knows what we are going to do."
"Yeah." Yin Jiyi nodded heavily and ran out.
Mo was still standing behind him, and the curved corners of his lips gradually became lighter. Since someone had invited him, it would really be unjustifiable if he didn't go. What's more, what was supposed to come would still come.
After Yin Jiyi ran away, Mo Yiran took care of himself and followed him to find Yin Wuchou.
By the way, the person who came to the door of Qixin Hall just now was Yin Wuchou. He was the one who said: If you like flowers, let them bloom on the branches.
Therefore, he was standing in the backyard, staring at a peach tree in a daze, waiting for Yin Jiyi to come over and tug at the corner of his clothes before he realized what he was doing and asked, "Jiyi, what do you want from your father?"
No matter how close he was on the surface, he could never be truly close in his heart. Therefore, he just stood in front of Yin Jiyi, looking down at the little person in front of him, and did not reach out to hug him or touch him.
his head or cheeks.
"Mother asked me to tell my father that she is going to take me into the palace to see the emperor." A childish voice rang in front of Yin Wuchou, "This is something that was promised to the emperor from far away. Mother has already
Approved. And Yuan Yuan asked mother to go with Yuan Yuan. I ask my father to grant my permission!"
Indifference is always mutual. Yin Jiyi did not feel that his father wanted to get close to him, so the words were also a bit alienated. Moreover, their father and son rarely stayed together. In Yin Jiyi's
In his memory, he could never get close to his father.
"Oh? Mother wants to go too?" Yin Wuchou pondered a little, "Did mother agree?" He smiled and raised a hint of kindness. It was true that he cared about Mo Yong, but he minded that the child in front of him was Yin Tianyi
Yes, this is also true.
Therefore, human beings are such a contradictory existence.
"I agreed. If you don't believe me, you can ask your mother." When Yin Jiyi said this, he jumped for joy, because Mo Yiran happened to be walking from another path.