"Hibiscus Blooms: Only Envy Mandarin Ducks, Not Immortals"

Chapter 3

The misunderstanding between the two was temporarily eased under Rianyi's explanation.However, after that day, Yun Nuo never wanted to see the people in the house again.

Ever since, Lianyi became the kite string for the two of them. She was the one who checked the condition, she was the one who reported the condition, she was the one who prepared the medicine and decocted it, and she was the one who served the medicine.

At the beginning, she could still tell the cold person on the bed some interesting stories about the young lady's childhood, hoping that the two of them could get along friendly.However, no matter how hard she talked, the young lady didn't bother to enter the house, and the young master didn't bother to apologize.In the end, when she gave the medicine again, she didn't bother to say anything.

Such and such, but boredom ruined the person on the bed.For him, Jing Chaoyang, the most indispensable thing is the human voice, living in the womb of the crown prince, one day he will not be surrounded by a lot of Yingying Yanyan.

It's good now, not only have to lie on the bed and can't move, but also have to accept the faces of the master and servant.What's worse, there was no one else here, and it was impossible for the master and servant to stay in his room and talk to him actively. It was really... extremely boring.

When a person is lying alone on the purple wood bed, he will often be annoyed by his injuries. If he is not injured, why should he be so useless?

However, when he thought of his injury, he felt even more... heartbroken.

Originally, he came to hunt happily, but he never thought that he would be ambushed by those people and almost died.

At that moment, he couldn't help but think of his mother's words—the closest thing is to the emperor, and the worst pain is not as good as relatives!

In the past, he never understood what the queen mother meant.Until that day, when the mother, who is the empress, casually ate the hibiscus cakes given to her by the concubines, and died in vain for him.Only then did he realize that the throne was destined to make him and his relatives "painful" as strangers.

Now, after several ups and downs, the real murderer, Xiao Sitong, has become a queen, yet he is still relentless—does he want to kill himself?Do you want to win the world for your son?
Does he, Jing Chaoyang, and her son Jing Lanxuan have to fight to the death?They are born from the same root, so why rush each other!
Is that throne so attractive?

Since they can't tolerate their own birth, why should he care so much!No matter whether Jing Lanxuan participated in Xiao Sitong's plan or not, he had to draw a line with his only younger brother - how could he not avenge his mother's killing?
What's more, today I want to put myself to death!

But Lan Xuan, the Lan Xuan who gave him warmth when he was a child, do I really want to meet him with swords?
I still remember the winter when my mother died, it was he who took out the fur coat to protect himself from the cold, he carried the charcoal stove to keep himself warm, and it was he who accompanied him to drive away his loneliness.

However, he can't remember when that Lan Xuan stopped following him, clinging to him, and never approaching him.

Although he knows that Lan Xuan's nature is not bad, but depending on the situation, the battle for the throne is unavoidable, and it's time for him to learn from the pain and fight back with all his strength!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help clenching his fists, but at this moment, he heard a quiet guzheng sound coming from outside the window.The voice sometimes confided in a low voice, sometimes melodious, sometimes lingering, and sometimes galloping smoothly.

When I listened carefully, it was the song "Butterfly Love Flower" that my mother liked to play the most during her lifetime.

I still remember that when Cheng Huan was at the knees, the queen mother played this song with a frown, a frown, a frown, and the memories that had been hidden for many years immediately flooded out like mountains and seas:
"Yang'er, does it sound good?"

"When my Yang'er grows up, he must be a man of indomitable spirit!"

"Yang'er's birthday, what should the queen mother give? Yes, let's give Yang'er's favorite green jade pendant."

"Yang'er's favorite hibiscus cake, what kind of flavor is it?"

……

That year, the queen mother swallowed the hibiscus cake for him.At that moment, the flowery mother suddenly fell down.It was also from that day on that he never heard his favorite song "Butterfly Love Flower" in the palace again.

Now the song is still there, but the person is gone.

Could it be that mother came on the cloud again?

Overjoyed, he immediately braced himself up, quickly jumped up from the bed, and staggered towards the sound of the zither.

Not far away by the lotus pond, he actually saw a figure sitting in the rain, with crescent eyebrows frowning, a sad expression, and a plain green dress with plain hairpins and elegant sleeves.

At that moment, he seemed to hear his mother's voice again:
"The six-curved railing leans against the green trees, the willows are lightly blown, and the golden strands are stretched out.

Who moves the tin zither to the jade pillar, and the petrels fly away through the curtain.

Eyes full of hairsprings and fluff, when the red apricots bloom, there is a clear and bright rain.

In deep sleep, Yingying speaks nonsense, frightened and dreaming, and there is nowhere to find it. "

His chapped lips opened slightly at that moment, and with floating steps, he slowly moved towards the zither player.

It turned out that the player who played the zither was none other than Hao Yunnuo who hadn't shown up these days.

"My mother...my mother loved this song the most, this...the song." When he moved to Yunnuo, he was exhausted, "every time she played, she would say, 'Yang Son, does it sound good?'"

Speaking of this, he was already choked up, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears, he only felt the corners of his eyes suddenly hot, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes to his neck.

"Mother, my son will definitely kill your enemies for you—" Thinking of the tragic death of his mother, he couldn't help but screamed up to the sky.

He is... what's wrong?
Shocked by his extremely sad voice, Hao Yunnuo on the side couldn't help but stop and stared at the sad man with his fingers blankly.It turns out that the person beside Leng Bingbing... also has... such a tortuous story!

And his mother is the same as his own mother... likes this word and this song.

"Actually, my mother also likes this song..." Thinking of this, she couldn't help but muttered to herself.

I still remember that when I lived alone in a remote courtyard, my mother would sing this word and play this song every night.It was only after many years that she realized that it was her mother who was looking forward to her father's arrival.However, year after year, day after day, what they get in return is a broken heart and a broken body.

Thinking of the mother who was in pain all her life, she couldn't help shaking her ten fingers and playing again. The lyrics and music were filled with righteous indignation, long and long, and impassioned.

So, in the summer wind and rain, a man stood still and listened sadly.A woman was silent, emotional...playing a song.

(End of this chapter)