Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 565 They Can't Wait Anymore

"...You really know." Mo Junli opened his mouth blankly and numbly, his blurred voice was as thin as a gossamer, his throat was so blocked that he could hardly make a sound.

"Since you know that I brought her back, do you know that on the day before I left, she stood blankly on the highest viewing platform in the city and looked at it for a long time, almost from the early morning to the midday , from noon to dusk again?"

"She's been looking in the direction of the imperial city...for a whole day!" The boy's eyes turned red quietly, and his lips and tongue trembled uncontrollably.

He will never forget his mother's expression when she looked at the imperial city that day.

He watched her gradually turn from full of expectations to disappointment, he watched the light in her pupils recede inch by inch, and the only bit of nostalgia left turned into a pool of dead gray.

She hugged him who was still young to the railing, and pointed to the colorful glazed roof tiles in the distant imperial city, she said, Ayan, look, that's where my mother lived from childhood to adulthood.

"She told me at that time: 'A Yan, in fact, mother came back this time to see your uncle.'" Mo Junli closed his eyes, and the little girl quietly clenched his hand, "She waited for you there All day."

The woman who was no longer young found a hairpin she loved when she was a child. With that hairpin in her pocket, she waited on the viewing platform for a whole day, but she couldn't wait for her brother after all.

As a result, the scorching hotness instantly condensed into a belly full of frost, and that frost shattered into a thin mist that couldn't gather all over the sky with the sun sinking in the sky, and scattered into every inch of the old soil of the motherland with the wind, turning into dust mud.

"Do you know she's waiting for you?" The young man's tone was very light and light, with resentment in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.

He couldn't forget the look in his mother's eyes when she said those words that day, and he couldn't forgive the uncle in front of him who looked like he was gone and hadn't lived long.

"...Didn't Xiaoqing tell you?" The old man listened silently to his questioning of the last sentence, and suddenly lowered his two long, frosty eyebrows, "The one you boarded that day belongs to the royal family. observation deck."

"Although the platform is open to tourists in spring and autumn, it will count people on time at the end of each day."

"You stayed until Youshi that time."

"...How could I not know." Yuan Sui lowered his head and sighed, "How could I not know—"

"You know it clearly," Mo Junli opened his eyes wide, his pupils trembling uncontrollably, "Why don't you show your face, don't you want to see her?"

"What can we do if we meet this time, will it only increase future troubles?" The old man propped his elbows and buried his head deeply between his hands, "Ayan, you are also in the Tianjia, you should know that you are in the capital city. , how much other people's eyeliner will be cast."

"Fuli's former court is no better than Qianping, and the power in my hands has been spread out much more than that bastard Mo Jingyao-this eyeliner in Shangjing will only be more chaotic than yours in Ganjing, even if I am the emperor, You have to worry about these too.”

eyeliner.

Oh, eyeliner?

Mo Junli smiled and bent his lips—of course he knew how messy the eyeliner was in the capital, but since he dared to come to see him now, why didn't he dare to see his mother back then?

"I know you must want to ask, why I didn't dare to go to see Xiaoqing that day, but dare to come to see you today." Yuan Sui stopped the young man's throat, "That's because I don't have much work left. "

"At least three to five days, as many as twenty days."

"Boy, the current me is an out-and-out dying person." The old man covered his eyes and grinned loudly. He laughed so hard that his chest trembled, and he couldn't help coughing, "How can a dying person go?" There's nothing to worry about."

He endured it all his life, suppressed it all his life, and also endured it all his life.

Now that he was dying, he finally didn't have to bear it any longer.

He could finally stop being that high-ranking, cold-blooded and ruthless emperor.

"Boy, sometimes I really envy you, old man." Yuan Sui slowly sat up straight, and with the sharp eyes of the young man, he caught a glimpse of the inconspicuous redness on his pale lips from a distance, "His life is better than mine."

"He has brothers by his side, and he has close friends by his side to help stabilize the court."

"No matter how hard the civil servants are, they will never go back to the sky. With nearly 20 soldiers in his hands, there is no need to be afraid of them. Even if he wants to fight without bloodshed, he only needs to endure for a few more years, and he will do it slowly. "

"Fuli is completely different from yours."

Fuli didn't have a clan, and he didn't have that kind of life-and-death confidant, so the power of the royal family could only be divided again and again. Even before he ordered the execution of General Zhaowu's mansion, he had less than [-] available soldiers and horses. .

There are only less than [-] forbidden troops and tens of thousands of forbidden troops in reserve.

"So I can't and dare not show up. I can only secretly take a look at your mother—I think she is in good spirits, and I can see that you are smart and caring enough." The old man raised his hand to cover his lips, coughing lightly, "So I feel relieved."

Reassured, he endured his reluctance and went back to the palace. He thought that the little sister had already obtained the happiness she wanted, but unexpectedly, that glance turned into a farewell.

When the news of Yuan Qing's death came back to Fuli, he was busy dealing with a small rebellion in the south. It was only the beginning of autumn, and the weather in Beijing was still hot in July, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave in an instant.

A biting chill shot up from the soles of his feet to his brows, he numbly lit up the candles all over the hall, and quietly found out the fox fur that his little sister sewed for him when she was a young girl.

The stitches on the fur coat were crooked, and most of the ugly embroidery on the fur collar was worn out. He held that thing and sat there all night in the Tinglan Palace where she lived.

The lamps in the hall were like daylight, and the charcoal basin heated the room like a stove, but he still felt cold.

The kind of cold that drilled down to the bone.

Later, the candles in Tinglan Temple were lit for 49 days regardless of day and night, and the sound of chanting scriptures by the great monks in the Huangsi also rang for 49 days.

After July [-], he ordered people to seal off the palace, except for the palace people who cleaned the palace every day, no one else was allowed to enter.

He remembers changing Xiaonizi's favorite moon-white window screen every year, and remembering sending two plates of fresh green dates every time the dates are on the market, but after more than ten years, he still hasn't been able to wait for his sister. .

Yes, he couldn't wait any longer.

If he misses that time, he won't be able to wait any longer.

They can't wait.

"...It's too early for you to feel relieved." Mo Junli slowly lowered his eyelashes, trying to hide the pain overflowing from his pupils, "Her body is not good, and she has been depressed for many years. , has long been unable to return to heaven."

It was a tragedy that he could not stop after living his whole life, and it was his lifelong regret.

"Yeah, it's too early for me to feel relieved." Yuan Sui sighed, and laughed at himself, "If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have softened my heart and promised your mother to marry her to Qianping."

"If you force her to stay in Fuli," the young man tugged at the corner of his lips, noncommittal, "her knot might become even worse."

　My head hurts. .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)