Ghost doctor: Princess please come to the throne

Chapter 83 Mother's Relic!

Chapter 83: Mother's Relic!

"Xiyue?" Zhan Nantian had already reached the door.

Ling Xiyue looked around, but she couldn't help it, she wrapped her small things and stuffed them directly under the table, pulled the tablecloth and covered it, "Be honest." After speaking, she raised her voice and replied, "I'm here, I'm here I'm here, still haven't slept." Two steps over and opened the door, "Grandpa, why are you still awake at this late hour."

Zhan Nantian was dressed in navy blue plain clothes, standing by the door, holding two brocade boxes in his hands.

"You know it's so late, you just came back!" He walked in early, with a slightly stern tone, glared at his granddaughter, and then explained angrily, "I just finished dealing with military affairs, and I just heard The steward said that you are back, anyway, you are in good spirits at the moment."

"Old Lord." Qiulan bowed to greet her, then walked out quickly, closed the door and waited outside.

The old man came here at this hour, and the grandparents and grandchildren might have something to say.

Ling Xiyue laughed dryly, "Isn't this a little urgent?"

"What's urgent, I don't have time to have a meal with grandpa, and I promised well yesterday." The old man snorted twice, guessing that it was Bei Chenyan's business, so he complained a little jealously.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow." Ling Xiyue hurriedly promised.

The old man sighed helplessly, and glared at her, "You are a ghost."

"Grandpa, what are you holding in your hand?" Ling Xiyue blinked and leaned over to look at it.

One big and one small, one long and one short two brocade boxes.

"Oh." The old man suddenly remembered something, and put the things in his hands on the table, "These are all your mother's relics."

Speaking of which, the old man's hands trembled slightly, and in the dead of night, his longing for his beloved daughter became more and more difficult to conceal.

"My mother?" Ling Xiyue murmured.

What a familiar yet unfamiliar word, I don't know if it's because of Zhan Nantian and Zhan Yunyang, or what, when she uttered the unfamiliar word mother, she unconsciously felt a kind of caring and warmth.

Perhaps family affection is no longer a strange thing to her in this life, so she thinks about kindness.

Back then, Zhan Xuelan gave birth to her daughter despite the criticism of others. For this era, she was definitely a rebellious existence. This kind of courage is also worthy of admiration and touch.

Zhan Nantian took out the contents of the long box, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your mother only left this portrait when she was alive, but when she was dying, she gave thousands of warnings not to leave any portraits of her, and she must be The same goes for Fen Mie and everything she has touched, but..."

The old man's eyes were full of bitterness, "How can I let go, and I can't let you grow up without even knowing what your own mother looks like."

The daughter is gone, but even the last portrait is going to be burned. Maybe it's because he's getting older, and the old man can't bear it more.

The long scroll unfolded slowly, it was a picture of a beauty.

The woman in the painting is stunningly beautiful, five points similar to Ling Xiyue, but the temperament is completely different, the green mountains and green waters, under the colorful fallen trees, the tenderness between the elegant eyebrows, the woman looked up into the distance, and she didn't know what she saw. laugh.

A smile is alluring, and the brows are bright.

Ink pen outline, lifelike.

The brush strokes are strong and powerful, obviously made by a man!
"How did my mother die?" Ling Xiyue pursed her red lips into a straight line, but she had always had a question in her mind.

The old man stretched out his hands to cover his cheeks, his voice was hoarse and almost choked, "he was infected with a serious disease, and died without treatment." At this moment, when he recalled the tragedy of his beloved daughter's death, her whole body was bruised and bleeding, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart.

"Disease..." Ling Xiyue had heard about what happened back then.

"Xiyue, now that you have grown up and are sensible, grandpa will give you these things, and your mother's things will be handled by you in the future." Zhan Nantian looked at his granddaughter, and the baby bump in front of him was his present Biggest thought.

Ling Xiyue took it, "Why did mother insist that grandpa burn all her portraits?"

Burning her clothes, etc., she can understand to avoid the infection of the disease, but the portrait... She really doesn't understand.

Zhan Nantian was also puzzled. Looking at his granddaughter's questioning eyes, he shook his head, "I asked Lan'er, but she didn't say anything, so I didn't ask again."

"Then..." Ling Xiyue glanced at her grandfather, "Mother, did she mention anything about her father?"

Ling Xiyue can only think this way.

"Hmph! Don't mention this person to me again!" It's okay if you don't say anything, but Zhan Nantian's face darkened immediately when he said it, and he rushed to the table, full of indignation, "If you let me know who it is, I will definitely beat him up." Only by tearing the skin apart into eight pieces can I vent the hatred in my heart!"

Nose will spit fire.

Seeing that something was wrong, Ling Xiyue quickly shut up.

It looks like she'd better keep her father unknown...

Zhan Nantian took a while to calm down the anger in his heart, seeing his granddaughter's 'shocked' appearance, his heart softened again.

After being silent for a long time, he sighed and said, "Lan'er is gentle by nature. Although she is extremely intelligent, talented as a general and wise as a counselor, she doesn't like court disputes. In fact, she doesn't like to fight on the battlefield like everyone sees." , she was just worried, and she went to the battlefield to protect me. In fact, Lan'er prefers the freedom of the world, and she often walks around in men's clothes. But that year, after she came back, she never went out again, and never talked to anyone touch."

He looked at Ling Xiyue, "And then you were born. As for who that man is, Lan'er refused to say."

For the sake of having such a clever and lovely granddaughter, Zhan Nantian decided that if he saw that man, he would just cut him into seven pieces!
After all, such a good granddaughter also owes a little bit of his credit...

In Zhan Nantian's eyes, what his daughter defends everywhere is an irresponsible stinky man who made his beloved daughter be accused by thousands of people and indirectly killed her. He is the initiator of all her sufferings!
As a father, how can you not hate it?

Even if it is mentioned after many years, it can instantly ignite his anger.

Ling Xiyue nodded thoughtfully. In fact, she somehow trusts her mother's eyes. As for why this happened, she inferred that there should be something hidden about what happened back then.

But seeing how the old man was about to explode on the spot, Ling Xiyue didn't dare to continue asking about her father.

"Grandpa, what is this?" Ling Xiyue quickly changed the subject, picked up an object in the square brocade box, and looked at it in her hands.

It was a round stone, dark brown like mud, only the size of a palm, and looked quite ordinary, with some mysterious characters engraved on it, unlike the characters used in the current dynasty.

Zhan Nantian frowned, walked over and sat down, "I heard Lan'er mentioned this by accident, it seems to be some kind of door key, and it's just one of them, she asked me to keep it safe, don't let outsiders see it. "

"Key? What kind of writing is on it..." Ling Xiyue turned over and over, but couldn't find anything.

Zhan Nantian smoothed his beard and looked at it, "The world is so big, but I have never seen this kind of symbolic writing, but Lan'er explained it like that, this thing should be extraordinary, Xiyue, you should take good care of it first. "

If it had been Ling Xiyue's foolish appearance of letting others bully her before, Zhan Nantian would never have told her these things. If she could count on her to grow up safely and live a lifetime, she would have prayed to God Buddha!
But now, Zhan Nantian seems to be the one who has to shoulder the burden of the entire Huguohou Mansion.

It would be better to leave these things in Ling Xiyue's hands than in his hands.

It is high expectations, but also trust.

"Okay." Ling Xiyue nodded.

She looked at the stone talisman in her hand, thoughtfully, there seemed to be a pool of deep water in it, and it was not easy, but it didn't matter, the soldiers came to cover the water and soil, let nature take its course, those who should come would not be able to hide if they wanted to.

"By the way." Zhan Nantian suddenly thought of something, and said by the way, "You will get married next month, these days you should stay in the Huguohou's mansion, and spend more time with grandpa, and even after you get married, you will have to wait and see every now and then Come back and see me, you know!"

"Yeah." Ling Xiyue was studying the things in her hands, and realized something was wrong when she agreed, and suddenly raised her head, "I will get married next month?"

The old man's beard is all raised, "It's not who you are."

"Why don't I know!" Ling Xiyue stared.

(End of this chapter)