"Yan'er awakened his abilities early because of his demon blood. When Yan'er's father found out, he took him away from the cold palace. Since then, Yan'er finally got rid of the fate of being abandoned and regained his status as a prince."
"At that time, there were many princes in the palace. Yan'er was not a direct descendant, nor was he the eldest son, so it was difficult for him to move around in the palace. But he was born with great intelligence and amazing talent. He awakened his abilities at the age of three, and already refined his energy into his body at the age of five.
He became King Wu, and at the age of six, he had already developed his own fighting skills... He was so talented that no one could surpass him. As a result, those in the harem became more and more afraid of him..."
Yin Yan frowned, "It's just that Yan'er's father always had a cold and indifferent attitude towards him, which made those people even more unscrupulous. Assassinations, poisonings, conspiracies and tricks... Yan'er, who was still a child at the time, had long been commonplace. If it hadn't been back then.
Yan'er's imperial grandfather took action, and I was afraid that even if Yan'er survived, he would be driven crazy... Later, Yan'er's imperial grandfather came to me and entrusted Yan'er to me. After that, I took Yan'er back to the snow mountain and taught him personally.
He became his master..."
"Ye Moyan respects you very much." Ling Xuewei said.
Mentioning Ye Moyan, Yin Yan's expression was very soft, "You don't know that when he first came here, he was cold and cold, and the indifference in his eyes was completely unlike that of a five or six-year-old child. When he went crazy, even the elders in the palace
I'm so scared! For half a year, he didn't even say a word, and it was the same with me."
"What happened next?" Ling Xuewei asked.
"Later..."
Yin Yan recalled that time, it was the time when Fanxu was in the most chaos. His relatives were interfering in politics, the court was in chaos, the harem was deceitful, and several princes were fighting endlessly. In addition, the demons were raging, and the whole Fanxu was in the midst of internal and external troubles.
Ye Moyan's father died in a battle with the demons. The whole Fanxu was in turmoil and on the verge of collapse. At that time, Yan'er's imperial grandfather, his senior brother, was also seriously injured. When he was dying, he called Yan'er to bed.
In front of him, he handed over all the burden of Fanxu and even the honor and favor of the Ye clan to him.
He was only eight years old back then.
After that, Yan'er, with his weak age, successively gathered many sects of today's aristocratic families, and used thunderous means to eradicate the influence of several princes in the imperial capital, eliminate the cancer, and take control of the power. Later, he went to the battlefield in person and wiped out the demon clan.
The remaining forces regained military power on the border, ascended to the throne of God, and became famous all over the world.
Listening to this, Ling Xuewei felt as if she was listening to other people's legendary lives, without any sense of reality.
Such a man seemed far different from the Ye Moyan she knew, but it made her feel equally distressed.
It sounds simple, but she knows that the hardships involved in getting to this point are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"Yan'er came to the throne at the age of eleven. Over the past ten years, he has become more and more like a qualified emperor. He is cold and calm, decisive in killing, and has no leaks. If he hadn't met you..."
Yin Yan glanced at it, and there was something complicated that Ling Xuewei couldn't understand.
"I didn't know that he also smiled so happily..."
Yin Yan recalled that day, in the deep courtyard of the palace, Ye Moyan brushed the fallen leaves from Ling Xuewei's hair with such a gentle expression. Ling Xuewei turned around and said something to him, and then Yan'er suddenly smiled.
At that moment, it was as if the cold snow melted and the whole garden became brighter.
At that time, the shock in Yin Yan's heart was beyond words.
Only then did Yin Yan realize that it was not that Yan'er couldn't laugh, but that he had never met anyone who could make him look good.
In Yin Yan's eyes, Ye Moyan is the successor who shoulders the heavy burden of the world.
In the eyes of the ministers, Ye Moyan was a high and majestic emperor.
In the eyes of the people, Ye Moyan is an unreachable and powerful person who only exists in legends.
Perhaps, only in Ling Xuewei's eyes, Ye Mo Yan is just Ye Mo Yan.
He can take off all his identities, burdens, and responsibilities and just be himself.
The emotions in Yin Yan's heart were very complicated, joy, emotion, worry, sadness... they all turned into a sigh in the end.
"No matter what you think of me, I hope you can treat Yan'er well. Since he was a child, he has never experienced the joy of family affection. When he grows up, he has always been bound by the world and responsibilities... The life of a monk is long, and the road ahead is long.
It's still a long time, I hope there is at least one person who can make him happy..."
Ling Xuewei looked at the pleading old man in front of her. His former majesty had faded away, as if he was an ordinary old man wishing his grandson happiness.
It made her heart move.
After a moment, Ling Xuewei said, "I am actually very vengeful, petty-minded, and will retaliate."
Yin Yan was startled, and a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"It's just..." Ling Xuewei suddenly smiled, her eyebrows curved, "But she will not refuse the prayer of a kind old man."
"you……"
Yin Yan suddenly raised his head and met Ling Xuewei's smiling face, "Don't worry, Ye Moyan is my man, and he is also the father of the child in my belly. If I don't treat him well, who will I treat well?"
As she spoke, Ling Xuewei winked at Yin Yan mischievously.
Yin Yan's eyes suddenly turned red.
At this moment, the guilt in his heart burst out like a spring, and he could no longer suppress it.
What had he done before! Such a good child, but he was hurt all the time! He insisted on breaking up Ling Xuewei and Yan'er! How sad should Yan'er be at the beginning?
Obviously he has done so many wrong things, but today, when his life and death were at stake, Ling Xuewei did not hesitate to stand in front of him and block the thunder for him! I'm afraid it would be difficult for close relatives to do this, right?
"Girl, thank you, and...I'm sorry..."
"What are you talking about! Huh? Why are your eyes red? Oh, please don't do this, otherwise people will think I'm bullying you..."
Ling Xuewei's tone was teasing. Sure enough, the sad atmosphere was diluted a bit, and the old man also smiled.
The atmosphere became warm.
Outside, Feng Ming was standing outside holding a tea bowl. He didn't know how long he had been standing there.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, then he turned and left.
This night, Ling Xuewei and the old man finally broke through the ice in their relationship and untied the knot in their hearts.
The two chatted for a long time, until the old man looked tired, and she got up and left.
After leaving the yard, Ling Xuewei saw that Feng Ming had not rested yet and was making medicinal materials. She stepped forward to help Feng Ming do it.
"Let me do it!" Feng Ming was startled, and he quickly advised, "It's too late. You are inconvenient now and can't stay up late. Go back and rest quickly."
Ling Xuewei asked, "Is this for the disciples in the palace?"
Feng Ming nodded, "Well, many of the disciples were injured. Fortunately, a lot of medicinal materials were planted in the mountains, which can be used for a long time, but some of them were seriously injured..."
His expression was a little gloomy. Ling Xuewei knew Feng Ming's helplessness, thought for a moment, and said, "If you can, take me to the place where the wounded are placed to see?" (To be continued)