Kiss You, Sweetheart

The room is full of light. It's a black-and-white photo. The woman in the photo is gentle and moving. She smiles and looks like a city. In her beautiful face, we can find some outline of bocayana.

Under the frame, there is a incense table, offering some fruits and burnt ashes.

"Beautiful woman." Ming Zongze looked at the portrait, with a gentle expression on his face and love in his eyes.

Bo Jiayan's eyes were slightly deep, and he didn't speak quietly.

"Let your mother have a good look at you. Her son, who is protected by her life, has grown up."

Bo Jiayan dropped his eyes slightly and walked toward the incense table. There was Kaifeng incense on the table. He took out three sticks, lit them, worshipped the statue three times and put the incense in the incense bowl.

"Mom, my son has come to see you." Bochayan's voice was low and composed.

If there is no mother's sacrifice, there is no present him.

The grace of nurturing is greater than that of heaven, but the grace of bearing is unforgettable.

"If she can live, she must be the mother who loves her son most in the world." Ming Zongze said behind him.

Bo Jiayan retreated two steps, turned and walked to Ming Zongze's side.

He is very lucky. Song Lifang, who raised him, loves him very much. Although there is some estrangement between them in this matter, song Lifang's mind is not difficult to understand.

She loves him too much and is afraid to expose his life experience and lose him.

The father and son stood still in the room for a while, took a deep look at the portrait, and turned to leave.

Mingzongze looked at the flowers in the garden and said, "Jiayan, your mother loved to fiddle with flowers and plants when she was alive. Do you see that banyan tree, which was planted by your mother before she gave birth to you, is now so strong.

It turns out that your mother and I live in this yard, with the fragrance of flowers all the year round. I miss the years I spent with her. "

Bo Jiayan listened quietly and did not speak. Presumably, at that time, their relationship was very good.

They walked along the wall of the courtyard for a while. Another courtyard was connected by a flower path, and servants were also guarding the door.

The yard is a little bigger, and it is also full of flowers. Under the moonlight, the fragrance of flowers is all over the garden.

The three story high retro building is very distinctive.

Standing in the courtyard, Ming Zongze looked at the building and said, "Jiayan, do you like this courtyard?"

"Not bad." Bo Jiayan said lightly.

"Just like it." Ming Zongze turned around and smiled at Bo Jiayan, "this courtyard has always been the residence of his eldest son. After you disappeared, there was no eldest son in K country, and the yard was vacant.

Now that you are back, this is your living room in the future. It is a sign of status and glory, gayan. "

"I want to live here?" Bocha's words are quiet.

"Of course, you have recognized your ancestors and become the heir to the throne. Your status is extraordinary. Naturally, you can no longer live in an apartment outside the palace. There are also great security risks, and your lineages will not allow it."

Bochayan was silent for a long time and said, "then, will Eun also live here?"

Listening to Bo Jiayan's words, Ming Zongze's face was heavy with the night.

"Here, the next king and queen of K will live, but..." Ming Zongze pause, tone solemn, "my heart's Queen candidate, is not en en."

Bo Jiayan's eyes were cold.

"You mean, you object to me being with ENN?"

Ming Zongze looked at the night sky and walked slowly for two steps