Blaze. There are no bones left. Ren is Lei Xiao's heart is like an iron stone, and he can't help but bear it. Yan Tianmu lowered his head and stood not far away, his neat coat could not hide the tiredness on his face. In the imperial garden, it is the time of the purple and red, as far as Lei Xiao can see, there are vibrant beauties, and in the distance, the concubines who are as beautiful as flowers are in groups, frolicking in the garden, this fire sounds, there is a bit of disharmony. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, no matter how charming a person is, he can't escape the catastrophe of God.

"Please, the king, to condemn him. Yan Tianmu's voice was hoarse. He knew that the concubine might not be able to endure the pain, so she died in order to be freed, and the soldiers he sent were not alert enough, which led to the irreversibility of the matter.

"Tianmu, you don't have to blame yourself too much. She has been sick for many years, and now, it is not a relief. Lei Xiao said slowly, "I won't blame you, you just have to relax and go back to rest for a few days." The aftermath of the side concubine, I can just explain the cooking to others. ”

"King Xie. He forced a smile, thanksgiving. "The minister retired first. ”

He searched the scene of the fire, and searched carefully without sparing an inch. Did she really turn to ashes? Or did she run away? Qiu Ying and Yuexiang who lived in the backyard could not help her, so who could it be? Wang Ye? Looking at his appearance, he was also caught off guard and unaware of the panic. He, not believing that she would die.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yan Weiqing saw that his father's thick eyebrows were tightly locked, and he had been sitting in the study in a daze since he came back.

"Nothing. Seeing his son come in, his face was full of worry, Yan Tianmu smiled comfortingly, stretched out his hand to pull him to his side, and touched his hair lovingly. "Don't worry, Daddy is just thinking about things. ”

Wei Qing's body can't find a trace of Xiyan's shadow, it is a child who completely belongs to him. She was reluctant to give him anything, and she didn't even want to give birth to a child for him.

"Dad, are you thinking about your mother?" Yan Weiqing's eyes rolled. Everyone says that my father is infatuated with my mother, but no one has ever seen my mother. Did he really have a mother? Why didn't he even have a piece of his mother's clothes or a hairpin at home? Will his mother be as gentle as a nurse? Will he also love him as much as his father? He has a lot to say to his mother, a lot.

"Yes. Yan Tianmu nodded, thinking about your mother, that ruthless woman with no conscience. For so many years, even a fast stone should be covered with heat, but she is still colder than ice and harder.

"What does my mother look like?" Dad was willing to talk to him about his mother, and in addition to being excited, he couldn't help but want to ask. In the past, he also asked the same question, but Dad always brought it in a hurry like other mothers, and he kept waiting, and one day, Dad would give him a different answer.

"She's a stupid person. Xi Yan's smile was vivid, Yan Tianmu felt that his eyes were astringent, he turned his head away, not letting his son notice, "Although it looks beautiful, its head is empty, and it is an embroidered pillow." ”

"Oh," Yan Weiqing nodded understandingly, "Then why does Dad still like Mother?"

"She's beautiful. Yan Tianmu pretended to be relaxed, and his fingers quickly swept over the corners of his eyes, taking away the tears. Beauty has a unique style, like a fairy or a fairy, it will steal other people's hearts.

"Dad doesn't say all day long that you can't just look at people by their appearance, but Dad himself likes people only by their appearance. Yan Weiqing wrinkled her nose.

"Isn't it the one who arranged the father?" Yan Tianmu patted the back of his head, "Okay, let's go to school." Dad wants to be alone. ”

"What are you talking about, Xiyan, Xiyan, how can it be?" Chao Yan covered his mouth, and was so frightened by the news brought by Lei Yao that for a while, he couldn't even find an outlet for tears.

Lei Yao looked at her, and his heart was dry. Chaoyan will get better, right? If she continues to take medicine like this, sooner or later she will become ill. Now, is it a blessing or a misfortune for her?

He sat in front of the bed, crying sadly. He did not consol, but poured out by her. She hasn't cried out loud for a long time, this, there is sadness, self-blame, and a little indescribable dripping and happy, the subtle and intertwined complex emotions, she can't figure it out herself. Who are you crying for?herself?Xiyan?the years before?There is one thing she is sure of, he, from now on, belongs only to her.

He can also act, and after so many years, even he wants to applaud himself. Sunset. All I can do for you is to try my best to make you happy, even if it's just a possibility, and I won't let it go. Over the years, I have come to understand that perhaps, you love me, in your way.

"Are you awake?"

The warm sunlight poured down through the window, and she sighed comfortably, waking up from her deep dream. The body was covered with a thick quilt, and it was warm. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of rice. Sleepy-eyed, Han Lang's brisk voice made her wake up instantly, she sat up, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the place where she was. Simple wooden house, but clean and refreshing, there is a clay vase on the wooden table in the room, a few yellow flowers, bright and dripping, warmly open.

Han Lang put the water he brought on the wooden bench.

"I fetched water, you wash first, and then you can eat. He smiled warmly. The pale cyan cloth clothes, worn on him, also have an indescribable temperament. Just looking at him, you will feel surrounded by warmth and peace of mind. At the head of the bed was a set of neatly folded cloth clothes, light purple, stretched out to caress it, rough but with a solid sense of satisfaction.

Han Lang was preparing the dishes and chopsticks, and when he looked up, Xiyan was lifting the curtain and walking out of the house. He saw her again, who had lived with him for a while, and although she was wearing a cloth dress, she was safe and beautiful.

"Eat more. He put the food in her bowl, and she ate it deliciously.

"You eat too, always look at me, I won't be able to swallow. She stopped her chopsticks and said with a smile. The food he cooks is really fragrant, and when he eats it in his mouth and goes down to his stomach, he only feels happy.

"It's very comfortable. Han Lang packed up his things and walked outside the house, where he saw Xi Yan sitting lazily on the grass, leaning against the stump of a tree, squinting and enjoying the sun.

"The sun was good. Xiyan heard him coming over and turned back to beckon, "You come and sit too." ”

The scenery here is beautiful, the wooden houses are on the top of the mountain, the sea of trees is below, and when the wind comes, it is like green waves churning. The sun and the mountain breeze bring bright warmth. The sky was also incredibly blue, clear and pure, like Han Lang's eyes.

He walked over and sat down on the grass beside her, following her gaze into the distance.

"I thought I'd never get a chance to live like this again. She said lazily.

"If you don't run away, you can live like this forever. He pulled his gaze back, looked at her comfortable expression, and said in a narrow voice.

"You don't regret it?"

"Of course not. Han Lang folded his hands behind his head and lay on the grass, his eyes looking at the clear blue sky and the white clouds drifting by.

"I don't like to live in poverty. She said suddenly.

"Then what kind of life you like, what kind of life we live. Han Lang said lightly.

"Really?" she stretched.

It's true. Tomorrow, I'll take you out of here, find the medicine that can heal you, and live the life you want. Han Lang's gaze fell on her and said in his heart.

Long queues, sky of paper money. The funeral of Anguo's side concubine was solemn and solemn according to etiquette.

Lei Zhan stood behind the pillars and watched as a group of unrelated people carried the empty coffin towards the imperial tomb.

He couldn't remember his mother, so he left. His wishes were also shattered. Her father was so stingy that he refused to shed a tear for her. He can't appear as her son, so he can only say goodbye to her secretly from a distance, and he has to say goodbye before they meet. Under the plain clothes, there is a bright skirt that can't be hidden, life is lonely, and Huangquan is also lonely.