Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 355 Chapter 396

Yan Qingcheng stood up and shouted, "Father?"

Yan Aoxiong walked into the pavilion, and there was an unspeakable sadness and haggardness on his knife-carved face. He looked at Yan Qingcheng and asked:

"You played the flute just now?"

Yan Qingcheng nodded, and shook the piccolo in his hand casually, "Well, recently I have nothing to do to practice."

Yan Aoxiong looked at the piccolo quietly for a while, then turned his eyes to Yan Qingcheng, and said apologetically:

"Today is your birthday, dad can't spend it with you... sorry."

In Yan Qingcheng's memory, Yan Aoxiong has never spent Yan Qingcheng's birthday with him. She didn't understand it before, but now she understands it. She looked up at Yan Aoxiong neither sad nor happy, and said in a very calm tone:

"Is it because today is also the anniversary of my mother's death?" He loves his mother so much, he loves his mother deeply, but he also hates her for taking her mother's life, so he never spends her birthday with her, so affectionate Dad, she won't hate, she will only love him.

Yan Aoxiong trembled slightly, surprised and said:
"You know it all?"

Yan Qingcheng lowered her eyes, covering up the self-blame flowing in her eyes.

"Grandma has already told me that I know that my mother's name is Aru, and she died because of dystocia."

Yan Aoxiong strode into Yan Qingcheng, and the moment he approached, Yan Qingcheng smelled a decadent alcohol smell from Yan Aoxiong.

Yan Aoxiong raised his hand and hesitated for a moment, then gently stroked Yan Qingcheng's head, and said:
"Your mother loves you very much. She never regrets giving birth to you, even if she pays the price of her life, she is willing."

Yan Qingcheng raised her head abruptly, staring at Yan Aoxiong with tears in her eyes, and eagerly confirmed:

"Really? Dad..."

Yan Aoxiong pursed his lips and nodded.

"It's true." In Aru's eyes, Qingcheng's life is probably more important than hers. Thinking of this, Yan Aoxiong's stern face gradually turned sad.

Yan Qingcheng was moved by his mother's love for her, picked up the piccolo and started playing again, but this time, the sound of the flute was obviously much more cheerful.

Yan Aoxiong seemed to be infected by the sound of the flute, his face changed from sad to relieved, he quietly stopped Yan Qingcheng's flute, and sighed:
"Aru also likes to play the flute, and your flute sound is [-]% similar to hers."

Yan Qingcheng smiled sweetly, her eyes curved like crescent moons.

"We are mother and daughter, we are connected by blood, and we naturally share the same mood, so the sound of the flute is somewhat similar."

Yan Aoxiong stared at Yan Qingcheng blankly, his eyes gradually blurred a bit, as if looking through Yan Qingcheng to the distance, there was the person he was thinking about in the distance, and even his tone became a little obsessive and soft.

"I still remember that when Aru and I lived in Taohuawu, you grew up in Aru's stomach, and her favorite thing to do was to sit under the peach tree and play the flute for you every day, probably Since then, you have already understood the sound of Aru's flute."

Yan Qingcheng suddenly asked:
"Does my mother like peach blossoms?"

Yan Aoxiong smiled and nodded, very gentle, "Well, she likes peach blossoms very much."

Yan Qingcheng's eyes flickered inaudibly, "Is that peach tree in my yard transplanted from Taohuawu?"

She had long since discovered that the peach tree in her yard seemed to be quite different from the peach tree in the imperial capital.

The peach tree in the yard has a thick trunk and twisted branches. It is obviously an old peach tree with a long lifespan, but the lifespan of ordinary peach trees is very short, and the peach blossoms that bloomed on that peach tree , The style and color of the flowers are also very different from those in the Imperial Capital.

(End of this chapter)