​Imperial palace sweet love: Your Majesty, too dark!

Tang Xun goes in with his children and Wen.

Only Xia Jingfeng was left outside the yard.

He stood in front of the courtyard, looking at this familiar and strange place, feeling quite.

"I was going to never come back for the rest of my life!"

"But my son is soft hearted after all!"

He returned from Jinling City to this small county where he was born and raised, not only because of his sister's death and missing his mother, but also because of Er Niang.

And a little bit of it is because of his blood relatives, his father.

Although they don't communicate with each other much, their blood is thicker than water after all. This fact will not change in any case.

My father should have received the news of my sister's death.

He had already gone home, old and withered, and had no son to take care of the bleak evening scenery. Now that he learned that his sister had passed away, he must have some sorrow in his heart.

His old body must have been worse, so he couldn't be indifferent after all.

I had to come back to see him on the excuse of visiting Er Niang.

Tangled for a lifetime, resentment for a lifetime.

When one of his closest relatives died, there was not much he could cherish, one less.

So the bottom of his heart suddenly brightened up.

Anyway, it's better to have a clear conscience.

"Mother, you don't blame me, do you?"

If her mother were alive, she would not want to be a hater.

In this world, if the person who lives the most tiredly, he must be full of resentment.

His mother loves him so much that she will not.

……

Xia Jingfeng, dressed in a green robe, a Black Velvet Cloak, and a pair of blue and white soap boots embroidered with cloud patterns, stood in front of the courtyard door with a negative hand, thinking about the house inside.

Although the middle-aged waist has been slightly bent, but also did not affect his demeanor.

Looking from the back, it is still as tall and straight as pine.

As his mind drifted away, he suddenly felt a slight and disordered sound of footsteps behind him.

"Who?"

He turned his head alertly and snapped.

"Me"

"Yes... Cough! It's me

It was master Xia.

He was dressed in a gray semi old cotton padded clothes, leaning on a willow crutch, stepping on a pair of semi old cotton shoes often worn by the old people, and walking towards this side unsteadily.

Xia Jingfeng's eyes are strange at first, then shocked, and finally pained.

His white hair is too dazzling.

The sunken eyes, the bark like wrinkles on the face, the thin hands, and the trembling steps.

These are like a sharp cold light dagger, straight into his heart.

How could it be like this?

Although the old house was poor, the elder brother gave money to the family every year, and he also gave food and clothing to ER Niang on three festivals and six gifts.

How could he be like this?

It's not too much for beggars on Jinling street.

It's too shabby, too rickety, too... Hard to describe.

Xia Jingfeng couldn't bear to look directly at him. He didn't look at him anymore.

Master Xia came to him tremblingly, pulled his sleeve unreservedly, and burst into tears excitedly.

"Jingfeng?"

"Is that you?"

"Are you back?"

Xia Jingfeng is a little suspicious, but he still turns his head.

"It's me, you..." can't you see?

He suddenly noticed his eyes.

Originally should be clear eyes, actually chaos, white as if covered with a layer of fog.

He remembered what he had heard before. When a person reaches a certain age, his eyes can't see clearly.

I don't think he has the same disease.

"Your eyes?"

Master Xia happily wiped his tears and waved his hand.

"I can't see clearly for a long time, but don't worry. The doctor gave me the medicine, and I'm taking it on time..."

It's very tiring for him to say these words in a row.

Not finished on a burst of wheezing, air slide through the lungs of the hissing sound is very harsh.

Xia Jingfeng couldn't help it any more and came forward to support him.

"Are you ok? Go back to the inner room and have a rest first!"

The tone is still stiff and cold, but the movement on the hand is extremely gentle.

He held him slowly, reminding him to pay attention to his feet from time to time.

Father and son, one tall and one short, one old and one strong, one blue and one gray, walked side by side into the yard.

……

Xia Jingfeng did not go to Wen and Tang Xun, but found a room to settle him down.

Inside, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are talking.

He and the people in front of him should have something to say.

Master Xia trembles down to the ground and runs out to find himself in spite of the cold. I don't think it's to stare at him.

Over the years, it's time to put some things down.

The room is newly decorated, with a charcoal basin inside. It's very warm.

Master Xia trembled and sat on the soft chair, his face in fear finally showed a sense of relaxation and smile.

Xia Jingfeng also sat down on the other side.

He poured a cup of tea for master Xia, and then he poured another cup for himself.

Seeing master Xia holding the cup with great joy, he was sad and didn't know what to say.

Father and son were silent for a long time, but Xia Jingfeng asked first.

"Where's the third brother?"

Master Xia's gray eyes were full of confusion. He shook his head in fear, and his voice was old.

"I don't know!"

Xia Jingfeng finds that when he mentions his third brother, he looks flustered and full of fear. At the moment, he is not quite right.

But when he was ready to ask again.

With a bang, the tea cup in master Xia's hand fell to the ground. He shrank into a ball and covered his head, saying something in his mouth.

"Don't beat me. I have silver. I'll give it to you!"

Xia Jingfeng's eyes were sharp.

Regardless of many people, he came forward to help master Xia up and gently pacify him.

"Nothing!"

"I don't want silver. Don't be afraid!"

As he patted his father on the back, he quietly lifted the sleeve of his arm.

I saw the withered arm was full of purple and black, some wounds were bleeding, and some had scab.

The old and new injuries are all here. It seems that they are often beaten.

Suddenly, he felt confused. He was stunned for a long time. When master Xia's mood gradually stabilized, he put down his sleeve and helped him to sit on the chair.

He poured a cup of tea for him again and handed it to him. He decided not to mention his third brother.

Master Xia realized that the person in front of him was harmless, his mood was calmed down, and his mind was clear again.

"Just now..."

"Just now!"

He tried to explain.

Xia Jingfeng stopped him directly.

"It doesn't matter. It was me just now. I scared you!"

Master Xia stopped talking.

After a cup of hot tea, he suddenly began to sob.

The old man in his seventies and eighties wept bitterly and bitterly, crying like a child.

"What's the matter?"

Xia Jingfeng asked.

"Me

Master Xia's voice was old and hoarse.

"Jingfeng! I'm sorry for your father! "

"I've wronged you for so many years! I have no face to see you