Ling Xiyue looked around, but there was nothing she could do. She wrapped the small thing and stuffed it directly under the table. She pulled the tablecloth and covered it, "Just wait." After saying that, she raised her voice and replied, "Here I am.
Here you are, not sleeping yet." He took two steps over and opened the door, "Grandpa, why are you still not sleeping at this late hour."
Zhan Nantian was dressed in navy blue plain clothes and stood by the door, holding two brocade boxes in his hands.
"You didn't know you came back so late!" He walked in early, with a slightly stern tone. He glared at his granddaughter, and then explained angrily, "I just finished handling military affairs, and I just heard
The housekeeper said you are back and you are in high spirits now anyway."
"Old Marquis." Qiulan leaned over and bowed, then quickly went out, closed the door and waited outside.
If the old man comes here at this hour, I'm afraid the grandfather and grandson will have something to say.
Ling Xiyue laughed dryly, "Isn't this a little urgent?"
"What's the matter? I don't even have time to have dinner with grandpa. I promised you well yesterday." The old man hummed twice, guessing that it was Bei Chenyan's business, so he complained a little jealously.
The old man sighed helplessly and glared at her, "You are a ghost."
"Grandpa, what are you holding in your hand?" Ling Xiyue blinked and leaned over to look at it.
There are two brocade boxes, one large and one small, one long and one short.
"Oh." The old man suddenly remembered something and put the things in his hands on the table, "These are your mother's relics."
As he spoke, the old man's hands trembled slightly, and in the dead of night, his longing for his beloved daughter became even more difficult to hide.
"My mother?" Ling Xiyue murmured.
Such a familiar yet unfamiliar word. I don’t know if it was because of Zhan Nantian and Zhan Yunyang, or something else. Regarding the unfamiliar word mother, when she thought about it, she unconsciously felt a kind of care and warmth in her mouth.
Perhaps family affection is no longer a strange thing to her in this life, so she only thinks about intimacy.
Back then, Zhan Xuelan gave birth to his daughter against the accusations of thousands of people. For this era, it was definitely a treasonous existence. This kind of courage is worthy of admiration and emotion.
Zhan Nantian took out the contents of the long box and said in a hoarse voice, "Your mother only left this portrait when she was alive. When she was dying, she gave many instructions not to leave any portraits of her behind. They must be preserved."
The same goes for Burning and everything she comes into contact with, but..."
The old man's eyes were full of bitterness, "How can I give up? I can't let you grow up and not even know what your mother looks like."
The daughter is gone, but even the last portrait must be burned. Perhaps because of his age, the old man can't bear it anymore.
The long scroll slowly unfolded, revealing a picture of a beautiful woman.
The woman in the painting is stunningly beautiful, very similar to Ling Xiyue, but her temperament is completely different. She is surrounded by green mountains and green waters, under colorful fallen trees, and there is gentle tenderness between her elegant brows. The woman looked up into the distance, not knowing what she saw, but suddenly
Laugh.
A smile that captivates the city, and an eye that shines brightly.
Outlined with ink pen, lifelike.
That brush stroke was so strong and powerful that it was obviously the work of a man!
"How did my mother die?" Ling Xiyue pursed her red lips into a straight line. In fact, she had always had a question in her heart.
The old man put his hand to cover his cheek, his voice was hoarse and almost choked, "I contracted a serious disease and died without treatment." At this time, he recalled the tragic scene of his beloved daughter's death, with bruises all over her body and bleeding from all the orifices, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart.
"Evil disease..." Ling Xiyue had heard about what happened back then.
"Xiyue, now that you have grown up and become sensible, grandpa will leave these things to you. Your mother's things will be handled by you from now on." Zhan Nantian looked at his granddaughter, and the baby bump in front of him was what he is now
The biggest thought.
Ling Xiyue took it, "Why did my mother have to let grandpa burn all her portraits?"
She could understand that burning her clothes was to avoid the spread of bad diseases, but the portrait... she really didn't understand.
Zhan Nantian was also confused. He looked at his granddaughter's questioning eyes and shook his head, "I asked Lan'er, but she didn't say anything, so I didn't ask again."
"Then..." Ling Xiyue glanced at her grandfather, "Mother, has she ever mentioned anything about her father?"
Ling Xiyue could only go this way.
"Huh! Don't mention this person to me again!" It's okay not to mention it. As soon as Zhan Nantian was mentioned, his face darkened immediately, he stood up and slapped the case with his sleeves, filled with unbearable indignation, "If I know who it is, I will definitely beat him up."
Only by cutting it into eight pieces can I vent the hatred in my heart!"
Fire will burst out of your nose.
Seeing that something was wrong, Ling Xiyue quickly shut up.
Seemingly, it would be better for her to keep her father unknown...xdw8
It took Zhan Nantian a while to calm down the anger in his heart, but when he saw his granddaughter's 'frightened' look, his heart softened again.
After being silent for a while, he sighed and said, "Lan'er is gentle by nature. Although he is extremely intelligent, has the talent of a general and the wisdom of a counselor, he doesn't like court disputes. In fact, he doesn't like battlefield wars like everyone has seen.
, she was just worried that she followed me to the battlefield to protect me. In fact, Lan'er preferred freedom in the world. She often disguised herself as a man and wandered around. But when she was eighteen years old, after she came back, she never left the house again, and she never went out again.
Contact anyone."
He looked at Ling Xiyue, "Then I gave birth to you. As for who the man was, Lan'er refused to say."
For the sake of having such a smart and lovely granddaughter, Zhan Nantian decided that if he saw that man, he would just cut him into seven pieces!
After all, such a good granddaughter still has a tiny bit of his contribution...
In Zhan Nantian's eyes, what his daughter always defends is an irresponsible, stinky man who starts chaos but ends up giving up. He exposes his beloved daughter to all kinds of accusations and indirectly kills her. He is the initiator of all her daughter's misery!
As a father, how can I not hate him?
Even mentioning it after many years can instantly ignite his anger.
Ling Xiyue nodded thoughtfully. In fact, she still had some trust in her mother's vision. As for why this situation happened, based on her inference, there should be a hidden secret to what happened back then.
But looking at the old man's appearance of almost exploding on the spot, Ling Xiyue didn't dare to continue asking about her father.
"Grandpa, what is this?" Ling Xiyue quickly changed the subject, picked up an object in the square brocade box, and looked at it in her hand.
It was a round stone, dark brown in color like soil, only about the size of a palm, and it looked quite ordinary. It had some mysterious characters engraved on it, unlike the characters used in this dynasty today.
Zhan Nantian frowned, walked over and sat down, "I heard Lan'er mention this by chance. It seemed to be a key to some door, and it was just one of them. She asked me to keep it well and never let outsiders see it.
"
"Key? What's the writing on it..." Ling Xiyue turned over and over again, but couldn't see anything.
Zhan Nantian smoothed his beard and looked at it, "In this vast world, I have never seen this kind of symbol writing, but as Lan'er explained, this thing must be extraordinary, Xi Yue, just take good care of it first.
"
If it were before, Ling Xiyue looked like a fool who was willing to be bullied by others, Zhan Nantian would never tell her these things. If he could expect her to grow up safely and live a lifetime, he would have prayed to God.
Worship to Buddha!
But now, Zhan Nantian seems to be the one who has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the entire Protectorate.
These things would be better in Ling Xiyue's hands than in his hands.
It's high hope and even more trust.
"Okay." Ling Xiyue nodded.
She looked at the stone talisman in her hand, thoughtfully. There seemed to be a deep pool of water in it, and it was not simple. But it didn't matter. When the soldiers came, they would block the water and cover it with earth. Just let nature take its course, and you wouldn't be able to escape even if you wanted to hide.
"By the way." Zhan Nantian suddenly remembered something and said by the way, "You will get married next month, so you will stay at the Protector's Mansion these days and spend more time with your grandpa. Even after you get married, you will have to stay every once in a while.
Come back and see me, you know!"
"Yeah." Ling Xiyue was studying the things in her hands. She agreed and then realized something was wrong. She suddenly raised her head and asked, "Am I getting married next month?"
The old man's beard was all raised up, "It's not who you are."