night enchanting

Chapter 101: A Family Reunion (2)
Hearing the voice, Leng Chi turned around and saw a young woman running towards them. The familiar face made him startled. Although he knew that Yan'er was still alive when he came here, he had never seen it with his own eyes. How can it compare to the excitement surging in my heart at this moment.Seeing her rushing figure, he was in a daze for a moment, as if he had seen many years ago, every time he went out, and when he was looking forward to returning with victory countless times, his little Yan'er would call out "Daddy" , ignoring everything, and ran straight towards his embrace, he would squat down and catch her petite body with both hands, lest the cold and hard armor would hit her and hurt her, and he would be followed by countless soldiers Under the surprised eyes, he hugged his most beloved daughter, lovingly kissed her tender face that was only the size of a palm, saw her smile sweetly, put her arms around his neck, tilted her little head, and said, "Daddy, I really miss you"……

Suddenly tears flowed down his face, he thought that in this life, he would never hear that "Daddy" again, he thought that even if Yan'er was still alive, he would never forgive him.At this moment, no matter whether it was ecstasy or excitement, it was not enough to describe his mood. He instinctively opened his arms and wanted to hug his daughter into his arms. With a lifeless face, he said with a heartache: "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Cen Xinyan shrinks back, looking at her is like looking at a stranger she has never known, without focus.

Ru Mo's heart was sour and unspeakable, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked up. "Mother, don't you know me? I'm Yan'er, I'm your little Yan'er, have you forgotten? Mother..."

Cen Xinyan's sluggish eyes flashed away for a moment, and then the light faded away. A scene that made her heart throbbing suddenly appeared in her empty mind. She clutched her chest, looked at the woman in front of her, and murmured: "Yan'er? Yan'er! Yan'er... No! You are not, you are not...my Yan'er has been killed by me, I stabbed into her body with one sword, and another palm...she fell Going down... blood, a lot of blood, ah——!"

She suddenly laughed wildly, just like that day in the hall, waving her hands wildly, "Haha...hahaha...how could you be her? How could you be her? I have done so many bad things to her. She won't call me 'mother' either, she said she will never forgive me... I saw her cry, and she looked at me with hatred... She was covered in blood, all blood... What to do, what to do? I don't want her to die, I really don't want to, but I don't know that she is my Yan'er...Why didn't you tell me, why? Why?"

She burst into tears, which made people feel heart-rending. Occasionally, she was mixed with crazy laughter, and she muttered to herself repeatedly, without order.

Ru Mo listened, her heart felt as if it had been torn apart, and she said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, mother...it's my fault, I know I'm wrong, I don't blame you!"

"Go away, I don't know you, go away!" Cen Xinyan slapped the hand holding her body vigorously, Leng Chi hurriedly stopped her, and whispered: "Xinyan, she is Yan'er, our Yan'er, take a good look."

"No, she's not, my Yan'er is still so young, how could she be like this?" She was delirious, her thoughts were confused, and she fell into madness.

Nangong Ye strode forward and quickly hugged Ru Mo's body. Seeing the back of her white hands turning red, a stern look flashed in her phoenix eyes. If it wasn't her mother, he really wanted to slap that person hard. Throw it out hard.He frowned, took her hand, and held it tightly.

Ru Mo looked at such a mindless mother, her heart throbbing constantly, and when she turned around, she fell into Nangong Ye's arms crying.Nangong Ye gently comforted her along her back, her brows tightened into knots.

Leng Chi coaxed Cen Xin patiently and said: "She has grown up, Xin Yan, Yan'er, she doesn't blame you anymore, did you hear that? She forgave you!"

Cen Xinyan huddled in Leng Chi's arms, his eyes were as dull as stagnant water, and he couldn't stop shaking his head.

"Mother, do you still know me?" Leng Yixiao, who was sitting in a wheelchair at the back, watched this scene, her heart was stabbed in pain, and she stepped forward to hold her mother's hand, but she was frightened. hide away.He sighed softly: "Mother, don't be afraid, I'm Xiao'er, your son."

Lengchi saw him and exclaimed, "Xiao'er, why are you sitting in a wheelchair? Your legs?"

Looking at her father's gray hair, Leng Yixiao couldn't help but feel sore in her heart, she forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's just that I'm injured and can't walk for the time being." As for whether he can walk in the future, it depends on fate.

Leng Chi's eyes were terrified, but because he said it was temporary, he felt a little relieved.When Cen Xinyan heard the word "Xiao'er", the tears flowed even more violently, the bottom of her heart was stabbed, and the words that made her extremely sad echoed in her blank mind over and over again, her hands tightly grasped Leng Chi's skirt, Her fingertips were piercing, her clothes were scratched by her sharp nails, she looked sad, and whispered softly, her voice was barely audible: "Xiao'er? My Xiao'er...he said, from now on, he will no longer be mine. Son, he said we are enemies... They all blame me, they all hate me... What should I do? What should I do?"

Her tone of voice revealed the despair in her heart, the sadness surfaced, and the coldness made her heart ache unbearably, "Mother, that was just a momentary remark, so it shouldn't be taken seriously. No matter what happens, Yan'er and I will always be your children." .”

His sincere tone made Cen Xinyan no longer resist. She looked at Leng Yixiao and then at Rumo with suspicious eyes, and gradually calmed down.Leng Chi's heart was full of hope. Although she still couldn't accept it, at least her eyes were no longer just empty, but had other emotions. I believe that one day, her mind would return to its original state.Looking at the heartbroken woman in Nangong Ye's arms, he softly called out, "Yan'er."

Rumo raised her head slowly, looking at the handsome father whom she admired infinitely in her memory, now with a white hair and a pale face, her heart was filled with indescribable sourness. Today, she has long lost the resentment she had at the beginning. Her love, she must have had some unavoidable reasons for doing that back then, and said with a trembling laugh: "Daddy, our family will never be separated again."

For Leng Chi, her words of "inseparable" moved him more than any other sentence. It represented his daughter's understanding, and also represented the family reunion and happiness he dreamed of.His voice full of vicissitudes and joy was distant and sad, repeatedly saying: "Never separate, never separate again..."

The bright light shines in the end of spring, and the sky is like thousands of miles of clouds, like waves on the horizon.The wind is fixed and the dust falls, and one day will do ten years of damage.

The family was finally reunited. Because of Cen Xinyan's current physical condition and emotional instability and expressed his reluctance to leave the manor, they stayed here.Rumo accompanied Cen Xinyan every day, told her about the past, occasionally played the piano for her, and chose Cen Xinyan's favorite song in the past. After a while, Cen Xinyan gradually became willing to get close to her, and even occasionally Say a few words and smile.I remember the first smile she showed, which made them embrace each other excitedly, and they were so happy that they wanted to cry.

Qi Che and Yi Yu also stayed here. Under Qi Che's painstaking treatment, Leng Yixiao's legs gradually became somewhat conscious, but she still couldn't stand up for the time being. However, feeling is always a good thing, and it represents There is hope for recovery.

It is already early summer, and the excessively frequent rains have repeatedly irrigated the land in recent days, filling the air with a slightly sticky sense of humidity.

Rumo stood at the end of the Jiuqu corridor, looking around carefully with sharp eyes, a trace of doubt could not help but flashed in his eyes, and there was a little restlessness in his heart.Just now when she was playing the piano for her mother in the gazebo, she clearly felt a gaze fixed on their direction, that gaze was as cruel as a knife, as if it wanted to chop them into pieces.When she flew here quickly, she didn't find anything.The gaze hidden in the dark always disappeared suddenly the first time she noticed it, making everything ethereal like an illusion, but she knew clearly that the hatred was indeed real.Her innate sensitivity reminded her all the time in these days.Perhaps, the thing she fears the most, and the thing she doesn't want to face the most, is about to come...

She turned around and looked at the gray-haired parents in the pavilion from a distance, suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, but the smile that should have been extremely happy involuntarily added a bitter taste.The green vines behind have already covered the bamboo frame of the corridor under the nourishment of the summer rain, and the water drops left after a night of heavy rain hang on the green leaves, shining faintly and coldly, oozing a little bit of coolness.

"Mo'er, what are you doing standing here?" Nangong Ye walked towards her quickly with a smile, stood beside her and took her hand.

Ru Mo looked up at him with a smile, raised the corners of his lips, tried his best to downplay the sadness, and said softly: "It's okay, just walk around."

Nangong Ye frowned, and said with a dark face: "Mo'er, you promised me, if you have something to say, don't keep it in your heart alone."

She looked away, turned her back, and looked at the clear blue sky above her head that was washed bright by the rain, her voice was like floating clouds blown away by the wind from the distant sky, ethereal, she said with some difficulty: "Ye, Do you still remember the last sentence Jin Ling said before he left? He said, the most sorry thing in his life is his mother and concubine, do you know why?" She said quietly, without waiting for Nangong Ye to answer , and continued: "Because his mother and concubine died for him, and the poison that caused his mother's concubine to die tragically came from my mother's hand. He endured the humiliation for eight years, hated my mother to the bone, and died after my mother fell. Afterwards, he could obviously let it go, but he gave up his hatred for me. He shouldered the debt to his mother and concubine by himself, and lived in guilt all day long. This may be why he avoided seeing me for two months after he became the throne. The reason. He neither wants to let go of it, nor does he know how to face himself."

Nangong Ye couldn't help being shocked, Jin Ling loved her so much, how many people in the world could compare to such a deep love?

Ru Mo turned around, looked straight into his eyes, and said softly, "Ye, if it were you, what would you do?"

Nangong Ye's heart ached, his eyes dimmed, Jin Ling was different in her heart after all, but how did he answer such a question?He hesitated, "Mo'er, I..."

The moment of hesitation, she already knew it in her heart.The hatred of killing one's mother is irreconcilable, no one can give up so easily, and live happily with the enemy's daughter as a matter of course.What kind of painful struggle did Jin Ling go through?But he is different from Jin Ling after all, that woman is not only his mother, nor someone he cares about alone, even if he hesitates, he will choose to give up for him.I'm afraid that some people will disagree, forcing him to choose.

She clearly remembered that there were hundreds of sad women in different poses but with the same expression in the Palace of Qiyun, all of Nangong Ye's feelings for his mother were entrusted. He would never choose between her and his relatives. As in the hall, he could give up his life for her without hesitation, but he couldn't kill his brother to save her.She also did not forget the fragility that Nangong Ao once showed. That was the only time she felt the tears of the young emperor. Even when the enemy was in front of him and the country was in desperation, Nangong Ao had never felt such sadness. He said However, if he knew who the murderer of his mother was, he would definitely smash his body into thousands of pieces, making his death a hundred times more painful than the seven-day bone-biting poison.There is also Yi Yu's love for her mother, who has been looking forward to it for many years, and finally waited for a chance to meet, but after a few years, the eternal separation between heaven and man came.If that day really comes, she doesn't know how to face them...

Fate is so cruel, it always gives a fatal blow when people are full of hope, as if laughing at the stupidity of human beings.And it seems to be playing with the palm of the hand for the whole life, just to tell the world, don't try to fight against the sky, because you will never win, even if your head is broken and your heart is broken, it is just futile.

She smiled and held his hand back, her slender fingertips turned slightly white due to the force, and comforted him and said: "Ye, I ask you this question, I don't want to compare in my heart which one of you will love me more, I just I want to... tell you, if, I mean if... If this happens between us, I would rather we have a duel on behalf of the elders of both sides, than you have to bear a debt for me and struggle all your life. guilt and pain."

Nangong Ye's eyes were fixed on her in front of him, and the warm feeling of sorrow and sorrow gradually rose from the bottom of his heart, his eyes were shining brightly, and his breathing was a little short.He pulled her into his arms vigorously, rubbed his thin lips against her forehead repeatedly, and said in a low voice: "Mo'er, Nangong Ye swears that no matter what happens in the future, the sword in my hand will never Aim at your heart! If it really... really comes a day like what you said, I will end my life with my own hands and never betray you!"

She wrapped her arms around his waist, and tears fell quietly. Recently, she seems to be crying more and more easily. Whether it is sad or happy, she always wants to cry uncontrollably. In front of the person who loves her, she has been crying for many years The strength that has been cultivated in the past has become more and more fragile and vulnerable.

"Ye, Ning'er." Nangong Ao strode towards them from the long corridor, turning a blind eye to the warm gesture of the two hugging, and didn't feel that his appearance was inappropriate at all.

Rumo hurriedly left Nangong Ye's embrace, turned his face to the side, and quietly wiped away his tears with his hand.Nangong Ye's arms were empty, looking at the man with a smirk on Zhang Yang's face, his face suddenly became extremely cold, and he said darkly, "Why are you here? It seems that there are not enough government affairs to be dealt with!"

Nangong Ao didn't care about his hostility, but still smiled and said: "I took time out of my busy schedule to visit you, why, you are not welcome?"

Nangong Ye squinted at him, and said sarcastically, "Is it useful to welcome me or not? Didn't you just come when you thought about it?"

What brother is this?It's just that I accidentally interrupted him for a hug. As for putting on such a stinky face?well!Nangong Ao let out a long and heavy sigh, exaggerated sadness on his face, saw Rumo in a blink of an eye, immediately smiled, avoided Nangong Ye and went directly to Rumo, saw her eyes were red, and said in surprise: "Ning'er, Why are you crying? Did Ye bully you? Tell me, I will make the decision for you." He patted his chest hard, with an air of omnipotence.

Rumo couldn't help laughing, and was about to answer, when she suddenly heard a loud scream from a distance, she quickly raised her eyes to look at the gazebo in the distance, at some point, her parents had already left, she couldn't help but Panicked, they exchanged glances with Nangong Ye, and the two of them fled towards the inner courtyard at the same time without hesitation, with Nangong Ao closely following behind.

(End of this chapter)