Many years ago, at that time, he was only nine years old. After so many years, he has already buried that sore spot in the depths of his heart. But why was it dug up again?

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It was an unusually cold winter, and it was snowing for days, like singing an eternal song. He couldn't remember the biting cold at that time, only the heart that was as cold as ice at that time.

At that time, the frontier had been in turmoil. The fierce rival of the Qin State, the Yan State in the north, constantly harassed the border. Han Yujue, the father of the general of Dingguo at the time, was ordered to go out to quell the chaos, and it was several years since he left.

But my mother is like a guest living in a post house, coming and going without a trace, and I can't see anyone all day. Even if they did, they were only cold and unfamiliar words, and stern admonitions.

He seemed to have never seen his mother's gentle smile for as long as he could remember. Later, he gradually learned that when his mother was not at home, he would always return to Ningfu, the almost ruined mother's house. She dismissed most of the domestic servants, and the gate of the Ning Mansion was closed all the year round, and there were hardly a few people in the huge Ning Mansion during the day.

Even if you are forced to study, even if you are forced to learn the piano,, painting, horseback riding, archery, even if you say in his ear over and over again, you are my only hope, you must work hard, work hard, work hard......

He also endured loneliness and helplessness, swallowed his sorrow, licked the pain and scars, but Xuxu's expectation became more and more suppressed, but became more and more intense, destroying his heart all the time, making him unable to find peace.

All he wants is freedom. He wanted to break free from this restraint and wander to distant lands. But he couldn't. He had to stay here honestly.

Fortunately, there is that younger brother Han Moyu who is like a fart, sticking to him all day long, like a little fire lit up in the cold night, but the faint light makes his heart feel a little steady.

It was a very cold winter. He vividly remembered that day, it was snowing heavily...... It had been snowing for three days and three nights. On that day, my mother didn't return all night. He was anxious. And his younger brother, Han Moyu, also cried non-stop, which made him upset, panicked, and always felt that something was going to happen.

So he entrusted his maid Chunlan to take care of Han Moyu, and went out in the snowstorm by himself. Who knows, halfway through, he suddenly heard a voice shouting happily behind him: "Brother, wait for me!" He turned his head and found that the brother who was a fart was waving to him with a clear tear, limping around,

Looking at Han Moyu who was limping over, his face sank, "What are you doing here?" Go back!" "Go to find your mother!" Han Moyu had a bright face, "I want to follow my brother and go to my mother." ”

"Don't you understand!!Don't follow me!" he shouted angrily, struggling to walk forward in the snow. The wind swept the snowflakes and rushed into his neck, and he couldn't help but shiver. Suddenly he heard a cry behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that the child had fallen in the thick snow and could not get up for a long time.

"What a nuisance!" he grumbled in a low voice, and stepped forward to pick up Han Moyu and carry it on his back.

The child's cold little hands wrapped around him and whispered in his ear, "Brother, you are so warm!"

When he carried the cold ink on his back and stepped on the thick snow, he walked through the streets and entered the silent and terrible Ning Mansion, and groped every room and every corner of the Ning Mansion under the cold and bright moonlight.

When he dragged his tired body and carried Han Moyu on his back and slowly staggered in the snow, he saw a remote room in front of him, shining with a warm pale yellow light. It's like the yellow plum blossoms that bloom all over the garden. He still remembers that at that time, the courtyard was full of yellow plums. The smell of the yard is like sandalwood burning in the smoker now. He was so excited that he ran up in the snow and almost slipped several times.

At that time, when he approached the hut, Han Moyu had fallen asleep on his bumpy back. It was dark all around, and the snow and wind were raging, but the faint yellow light in the room actually drove away the darkness and fear, and made him feel extremely warm. However, the next moment, he saw an unforgettable scene in this life.

A woman, half/naked, was lying on a table, her snow-white legs were exposed/under her dress, and on top of her, the disheveled man, was panting and making intense movements. The woman writhed her body and kept making a low moan, a pained but joyful expression on her face.

When Han Changyu looked through the window and saw the two entangled figures inside, his heart was suddenly filled with ice and snow. That woman was none other than his mother, the woman whose face had been covered with snow for many years. He was shocked. He never knew that his mother would have such a smile and charm, but it was a man other than her husband.

"Beauty, you are even better looking than your sister Yan Ran, who entered the palace as a concubine! I really can't get enough of you...... Why didn't you enter the palace in the first place, but married General Han?......" The man said, twisting the woman's thigh vigorously.

"Oh, Your Majesty, you're so bad!" the woman laughed sharply, hugging the man's body tightly.

Han Changyu was stunned at that time, he couldn't believe his eyes. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" At that time, Han Moyu took his hand and shouted. Only then did he come to his senses, and he hurriedly took a cold ink language, wanting to escape from there.

At that time, Concubine Li broke into the courtyard with a strong momentum under the support of a large group of guards. In her hand, she was also holding a teenage boy tightly, and that boy was His Royal Highness the eldest prince.

Han Changyu was already ashamed to recall how chaotic the scene was at that time.

Dirty! disgusting!

No! It's not my mother!

Han Changyu didn't dare to think about it anymore, and shook his head vigorously in disgust, and a sullen feeling surged in his heart. When he was young, he didn't understand those things, and he only felt that his mother's actions shamed him. And now, he understands that it turns out that his mother wants much more than that. Her ambition was not fulfilled, and now she is forcing him to do so.

Han Changyu, who was in the midst of his memories, suddenly came back to his senses when he felt a tap on his back. His Royal Highness the Great Prince, Fu Pi, is looking at him intently with eyes full of expectation at this moment. Looking at such expectant eyes, Han Changyu was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't refuse.