Mountains and rivers are in her palm

"I've told you everything you want to know. Now, please leave." Sun Qinglian stared at Song Huaxu, word by word.

The Yan family will never welcome such a person.

Song Huaxu took a deep look at Sun Qinglian, and the corner of his eye fell on Yan Congze, who still had tears on his face.

Sun Qinglian noticed it and turned coldly: "Get out of here yet!"

Song Huaxu sneered, turned around and walked towards the door.

At this moment, Yan Wanqing walked in and passed by Song Huaxu. She frowned and saw the scene in the yard.

Song Huaxu stopped.

"You came back a little late."

An evil fire burned in Yan Wanqing's heart.

Just about to speak.

Su Bai's voice sounded again: "He's irritating you!"

These words extinguished the evil fire.

A flash of surprise flashed in Song Huaxu's eyes, but he was soon relieved: "It turns out that Su Bai is helping you. What the poor man said is that he can still remain conscious after so long."

Leaving behind these incomprehensible words, Song Huaxu left without looking back.

Yan Wanqing ran up to Sun Qinglian in three steps and held her swaying body: "Mother!"

"It's okay." Sun Qinglian wanted to say something to comfort everyone, but the next second, her chest hurt, and the smell of blood in her throat could no longer be suppressed and spewed out.

Everyone only saw Sun Qinglian spit out a bunch of blood flowers, and the figure with white hair and green clothes suddenly fell into the arms of the eldest lady.

In the late Qing Dynasty, Yan Yan’s eyes were full of tears: “Go tell the doctor!”

Without saying a word, she picked him up by the waist and walked toward the courtyard.

The time in autumn seemed to slow down. Through the mottled leaves, Sun Qinglian looked at Yan Wanqing's chin and the sweat beads on her cheeks, which were crystal clear and shining.

Grow up, the children have grown up.

Guozhong, have you seen it...

"Wanwan, let me down." Sun Qinglian spoke slowly.

Yan Wanqing suddenly stopped, her eyes red: "Mother..."

"Just go under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. I didn't expect the sweet-scented osmanthus to bloom so early this year." Sun Qinglian pointed to a huge sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard. Some strings of bright yellow could be vaguely seen among the dark green coconut leaves, floating in the breeze. , the aroma that is tempting to the heart and spleen is constantly coming.

The yard is very secluded.

Wubie stood at the entrance of the courtyard, watching this scene and slowly looking away.

Yan Wanqing sat on the stone with Sun Qinglian in his arms, holding his mother as if holding a child.

Sun Qinglian leaned on her arms and looked up at the osmanthus tree.

"This tree...do you still have an impression?"

Seeing his mother asking, Yan Wanqing took a look at the tree.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. There were so many sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the world, how could he have any impression of them?

"My daughter doesn't know."

"Your father planted this when you were five years old..." Thinking of this, Sun Qinglian couldn't help but curl her lips: "Your eldest brother had someone dig it out from the Zhenguo Mansion and plant it here."

Yan Wanqing was shocked.

She didn't even know such a thing existed.

Sun Qinglian raised her hand and took hers, very gently: "My daughter..." Her nose felt sore and her eyes were moist, but she still had a faint smile, and her white hair fell on Yan Wanqing's arms. As the breeze swayed gently, the sweet-scented osmanthus seemed to have spiritual energy at this moment, wrapping the mother and daughter.

"...Mother." The tip of Yan Wanqing's nose was red, and sadness and pain were choked in her throat. It hurt her and made her breathing difficult.She squeezed Sun Qinglian's increasingly cold hand, and big tears fell from her eyes. Yan Wanqing was speechless at all, she could only shake her head desperately.

No, she doesn't want her mother to leave.

She can't bear her mother leaving!

"...The thing I regret most in my life is that I didn't protect you well and let you endure so much...so much suffering..." Sun Qinglian spoke slowly. She looked at her daughter who was wearing a mask in front of her. My heart was like a knife: "Wanwan, my Wanwan... you should have been blessed and lived a carefree life..."

Thinking of so many years, her daughter worked hard late at night carrying the hatred of the country and the family, she felt that she was very incompetent as a mother.

When she thought about the end of her suffering, her daughter fell into a love scam again and narrowly escaped death and gave birth to a child. She hated herself for being soft-hearted and not persisting again.

Sun Qinglian's eyes were hazy, and she felt that her life was gradually draining away.

"Doctor, where is the doctor!" Yan Wanqing collapsed and shouted.

She buried her head in Sun Qinglian's palm, completely losing control of her emotions. At this moment, she was no longer the prime minister with the world's responsibilities, nor was she the famous female Zhuge. At this moment, she was just a child, a A child who longs for her mother not to abandon her, not to leave!
"Don't, don't be like this." Sun Qinglian felt the warmth and moisture in her palm, sighed softly, and gently touched her head with her other hand, just like when she was a child, she comforted her when she had a tantrum.

"Don't embarrass the doctor anymore." Her own body knew it.

He was already at the end of his rope in trying to use the sword intent on that iron sword.

The meridians in her body were shattered.

Even if the gods come, they can't save themselves.

Another mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Sun Qinglian's lips.

Yan Wanqing smelled the smell and immediately raised her head, hurriedly wiping it with her hands. However, there was too much blood and she couldn't wipe it off.

"Why can't I wipe it clean..." She stared blankly at the blood on her hands... her mother's blood on her hands.

Why can't this blood... be wiped clean...

"Sister, the doctor is here!" Yan Hongzhao ran with the doctor on his back and put the old doctor on the ground.

Knowing that the situation was urgent, the old doctor squatted down without even taking a breath: "Old madam, I'm offended." He stretched out his hand and put it on Sun Qinglian's wrist. His eyes darkened for a while, and he shook his head.

Yan Hongzhao's white lips trembled, and all the strength seemed to have been drained from his whole body. He suddenly sat on the ground. Even Wubie, who had been guarding the door, had red eyes. Shen Shuyun and Li Chengxiang were about to faint from crying. .

Everyone was grieving, but only Sun Qinglian was in a calm mood at the moment.

She stretched out her hand towards Yan Hongzhao: "Hongzhao, come here."

Yan Hongzhao walked over on her knees and handed her hand to Sun Qinglian: "Mother."

Sun Qinglian squeezed the hands of the two sisters tightly, just like she had been used to doing for many years: "Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi, one is away for experience and the other is away for study. They have escaped this disaster. Song Huaxu is a man of his word." Man, if he said he would capture Wanwan's mother and son, he will definitely do it... Mother doesn't know how long this sword intention can fool him, but you can escape as far as you can during this time."

After saying this, it was as if all her strength had been drained away from her, and she saw that Sun Qinglian had become much weaker.

But she can't die now.

She hasn't explained everything clearly yet.

"It's true that the sword intention comes from Queen Jingyuan. Back then, the late emperor went out with your father and rescued her from a small seaside village. In addition to coveting Queen Jingyuan's beauty, the late emperor also wanted her abilities even more, but I don't know. Why, after Queen Jingyuan left that small village, she seemed to have lost her abilities and became no different from ordinary people."

"What ability is it?" Yan Wanqing asked in a hoarse voice.

"The power of an immortal to move the wind and rain." On her deathbed, Sun Qinglian didn't hide anything.

At that time, Guozhong was worried that Queen Jingyuan would be burned to death as a monster, so he made an agreement with the late emperor not to reveal anything about it.

Fortunately, Queen Jingyuan also lost this ability later.

That touch of sword intent was probably her repayment of kindness.

Sun Qinglian said a lot: "I'm so sleepy..." She watched the sun slowly darken, her whole body became pitch black, and the scent of osmanthus in her nose became stronger and stronger.

"I saw your father coming to pick me up..."