He took off his complicated palace clothes and sat beside Murong Shun's bed.
Looking at the person on the bed, she closed her eyes slightly tiredly, struggling painfully as if in a nightmare, but her mouth was calling, "Mother, Mother, Concubine"
Qin Wan'er didn't know who Murong Shun was dreaming about, but she was very clear about Murong Shun's childhood. He lost his mother when he was young. What he longed for most must be the maternal love that ordinary people have. Perhaps, on this emperor's throne, he
He is the real poor person
"In that remote mountain village, Xiaoya, my dear mother has gray hair and temples. The past time is unforgettable. I can't forget how many kisses my mother gave me. She kissed me on my face..." Qin Wan'er sang about her mother's kisses.
, the familiar and friendly tone gradually calmed Murong Shun down.
But Murong Shun in the dream returned to the most terrifying scene, like a bystander repeating his childhood memories.
"Bitch! Who gave you such courage? Dare to have an affair with an outsider?" The father suddenly appeared in front of him, with round eyes and a ferocious expression, dragging his mother all the way into the alley.
Zhaoyang Palace
Mother, she is the queen of the middle palace, not to mention her noble status. No matter how ordinary women are, who can bear this kind of humiliation? She is completely naked in front of the eyes of the maids and eunuchs in Yongxiang. You can't see everything from there.
Drag it to the palace road on the side
Murong Shun knew that his mother was the most important person in the world to his father, but now his father had gone crazy. Not only his mother, but also himself did not recognize him.
The whip after whip fell on the mother's naked body, leaving red and swollen whip marks from Nayong Lane all the way to Zhaoyang Palace. The whip was like hitting a horse, showing no mercy.
That night, there was a heavy rainstorm and I secretly climbed in through the window. I saw my mother was locked in the main hall by her father. Even the food she ate was rotten. I couldn't help but hate myself.
biological father
"Mother, I have brought you something to eat." Murong Shun took out a few cold buns hidden in his arms and woke up his mother who had fainted.
"Shun'er, why are you here? Let's go quickly. Your father is suffering from madness and his temperament has changed drastically. I don't want him to hurt you." The mother pushed Murong Shun and tried her best to protect her child, even though his body was covered with whip marks.
Scars, but still struggling
However, at this moment, heavy and terrifying footsteps were heard outside the palace. Hou quickly hid Murong Shun behind the screen, and regained his composure as if there was no one there.
And that day was also the last time Murong Shun saw his mother and queen. After his father whipped him with a whip, more than a dozen swords stabbed him down. The blood flowed in along with the rain outside the palace, dyeing the floor of Zhaoyang Palace red.
Murong Shun cried uncontrollably. This cry had just woken up his father. Seeing his wife killed by his own hands, his father, who had always been a talented and resourceful man, fell to the ground in pain.
This was the most painful memory for Murong Shun. It was precisely because of his guilt towards his mother that his father ordered him to be raised by the imperial concubine and made him the crown prince.
Murong Shun still remembered the dozens of scars left on his father's hands before he died. They were scratches he made by himself in order to suppress his madness and not relapse.