"Ling'er, Ling'er," a soft and gentle cry floated towards Han Ling, Han Ling was taken aback, looked up, a flowery garden, all kinds of flowers are blooming, peony, peony, red apricot..., surprised purple marriage red, competing to spit out.

Where is this? The scene seemed familiar, and she looked around in surprise, bewildered.

"Ling'er, my son." The low and soft voice came again, and Han Ling looked towards the voice in shock, only to see a richly dressed and beautiful woman standing beside a cluster of carnations among the thousands of flowers, looking at herself with a smile, her eyes full of love and tenderness.

Who is she?

Han Ling looked at it curiously, she was dressed in silk Luo brocade forging, wearing a phoenix crown, her demeanor was elegant and generous, and her whole body exuded a light and quiet that was indisputable with the world, looking at the fairy girl in the painting from afar, the kind of otherworldly beauty made Han Ling completely shocked, intuitively this woman was either a fairy or a noble person, but she didn't know her.

Han Ling stared at her blankly, standing distracted.

"Ling'er, my son, come here." The woman beckoned to her and called softly.

Hey, how could she know her name, Han Ling felt even more strange, and couldn't help but walk towards her, the smoke was disturbed, and puffs of white smoke drifted from the sky, permeating the garden, Han Ling felt that her body was light and fluttering, not like she was walking, slowly getting closer, seeing her eyes flashing with tears, full of love and sorrow, Han Ling suddenly had an urge to cry, and an inexplicable sense of intimacy followed, and walked a few steps closer to see clearly.

But she could not move, and stood there, at a loss, for no matter how she approached her, she always stood in front of her at a distance, her eyes glistening with tears and sorrow.

"Who are you?" Han Ling asked loudly.

"Ling'er, my son, take care of yourself and live well." The woman said to Hanling with tears in her eyes, and after speaking, she stretched out her hand to hug her.

Han Ling's heart ached when she heard this, and she couldn't help but turn her hand back, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch her, obviously within reach, but she was floating like a wisp of light smoke, and she couldn't touch her at all.

The fog became more and more, and Han Ling became anxious and shouted, "Sue me, who are you?" ”

Blood flowed from the woman's mouth, more and more, and the woman cried bitterly at Hanling, and her figure gradually disappeared into the thick fog.

"Don't go, don't go." Han Ling cried out in horror, in pain.

"Lord Weng, Lord Weng, what's wrong? Wake up..."The little rabbit shouted anxiously as he shook Hanling.

Hanling woke up from her dream and sat up in shock, covered in cold sweat and had a headache... Stunned...

"Lord Weng, have you had nightmares... It's okay, it's okay..."Seeing Han Ling's dull expression and blank eyes, the little rabbit couldn't help but be anxious, and comforted with tears.

Han Ling was silent...

Is the woman in the dream the queen king? Such a noble woman could not be anyone else except Queen Wang, Han Ling thought bitterly in her heart, no wonder for so many years, whether in her dreams or in her mind, there would always be such a woman, it turned out that she was her biological mother. But why can't she remember everything from her childhood, it stands to reason that she stayed in the palace until she was seven years old, and she couldn't remember a little bit for no reason, thinking that it should be caused by a knife cut on the head.

Whenever I dream of this woman, there is always blood flowing from the corners of her mouth... What does this qiē mean?

Han Ling was depressed and walked out of Qingxin Nunnery silently.

"Ling'er, how is the dog? Nothing happened, right? As soon as Han Ling walked into the Qingxin Nunnery, Zhao Xiangyun asked eagerly.

Han Ling was stunned, the conversation between Empress Dowager Yang and Yin Ruochen overheard in Chunhui Palace yesterday was still in her ears, and she looked at Zhao Xiangyun intently, only to see that she was full of silver threads, and her old face showed a layer of redness due to Yin Ruochen's careful care recently, although the big eyes that had been dry and godless were filled with anxiety and concern at this time, but also a trace of brilliance was hidden from it, she was only forty or five years old, but because of the ups and downs of fate and excessive sadness, she aged in advance, compared with Concubine Yang's extremely well-maintained face, It's a world of difference.

Is she Yin Ruochen's mother-in-law?

The mother who brought up himself was not his own mother, his childhood memories were blank, and he was on the verge of death several times, Han Ling suddenly thought sadly about how pitiful this body was, and his life was really hurtful...

Han Ling seriously figured out Zhao Xiangyun's face, there was a shocking feeling, no wonder she had been looking at Yin Ruochen's eyes very familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time, it turned out that his eyes were very similar to Zhao Xiangyun's, even the eyes were so similar, but Yin Ruochen's eyes were deep, big and godly, his eyes were glowing with a charming luster that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, Han Ling often couldn't help but guess his thoughts, by this temptation, she really couldn't imagine that his eyes would be similar to his mother's god, this qiē was too bizarre…

After all, it is connected by blood, mother and son are connected, Zhao Xiangyun's attention to Yin Ruochen, and her heartfelt concern, somewhat made Hanling a little jealous, lost and lonely.

Han Ling stabilized his mind, approached the bed, took Zhao Xiangyun's hand and smiled: "Mother, your dog, it's good, he misses you too, but he is very busy, and he really can't spare time to look at you." ”

"Girl, your mother has been sullen these days, her eyes are always looking outside, I can see clearly, she is thinking about that noble son." The woman who was cleaning up the house smiled at Han Ling, and after speaking, she approached again, lowered her voice, and said with a smile: "Your mother, that's thinking about your son-in-law..."

When Han Ling heard this, her face couldn't help but get hot, and she hurriedly explained: "Auntie, don't talk nonsense, it'll make jokes." ”

The smile on the woman's face became stronger when she heard this, and said: "Girl, in my opinion, that noble son really has affection for you, think about it, a man with a noble status, can also be degraded to take care of your mother personally, what can it mean?" It shows that he cares about you, girl, and it's not to please your mother to please you, I see, it's not wrong, that boy is really good-looking, don't pick and choose, such a good man can't beat with a lantern..."

The more Han Ling listened, the more she blushed, she didn't like to talk anymore, this woman was really too kind... I just wanted to argue, but I heard Zhao Xiangyun echo with interest on the side: "Aunt Nian'er is really what she says, my dog is the dragon among people, handsome and capable, no matter how you say it, Ling'er, he deserves you and doesn't insult you, you, don't go to the morning in the future, follow the dog well..."

After Zhao Xiangyun finished speaking, she sank her face again, and said dissatisfiedly to Hanling: "You, I just think about that Miao Qingyang, but my mother is not optimistic about him at all, although he is handsome, but his thoughts are not good, otherwise how could he have caused you to jump into the river back then, and almost died, no matter how good such a man is, he can't follow anymore, with the first time, there will be a second time, you will still miss him now, sue you, my mother will definitely not agree." ”

"Mother, but I still have a marriage contract with him." Han Ling thought that the two elders did have a marriage contract in the past, although they did not get married, but nominally she was still Miao Qingyang's unmarried wife.

"No, after you jumped into the river, I went to find Miao Qingshu, the head of the Miao family's opera troupe, to cancel it for you, and it has nothing to do with it." Zhao Xiangyun said categorically, "How can I rest assured that I will commit you to a man who caused you to jump into the river..."

Han Ling was slightly stunned when she heard this, it turned out that the marriage contract between them had already been dissolved... Miao Qingyang is actually not as bad as her mother said.

She smiled bitterly, since her mother saw Yin Ruochen, after all, it was blood and family, she actually became more and more disgusted with Miao Qingyang, in her mother's eyes, there was no man in the world who would be better than Yin Ruochen.

But the mother didn't know that Yin Ruochen at this time was a group of wives and concubines, and there were a bunch of women, even if they were not brothers and sisters, even if she had ten thousand charms for him, even if they had kissed several times, but in the final analysis, she would not marry him as a concubine.

She can not ask for wealth, but she must not tolerate many women to share the man she loves, a couple for a lifetime, and the white head is not separated, this is what she wants, and obviously Yin Ruochen can't give her this.

It's just that Han Ling is getting more and more scared, Yin Ruochen's figure is always hovering in her mind, and it seems to be slowly entering her heart, and what is even more terrifying is that she finds that she does not resist him, and even looks forward to seeing his deep and divine eyes, seeing his delicate and shy face in his ink pupils, many times she looks at her face in a daze from Yin Ruochen's eyes, whether it is an ugly girl in the past, or a flower-like face now, her face is so radiant in his pupils, It is far different from what he saw in the copper realm.

Han Ling sat in a daze on the stone in the back garden of Qingxin Nunnery, a begonia flower bloomed, bloomed to the extreme, bloomed openly, spit fragrant, delicate petals fluttered in the wind, it seemed that it would wither and die at any time, Han Ling looked blankly, his age like a flower is not the same as these begonia flowers, it is the season when the flowers bloom most vigorously and are the most easy to wither.

When the flower can be folded, it needs to be folded, don't make the time empty to the moon...

Remembering that yesterday when Yin Ruochen walked in the palace with him in his arms and kissed himself, he was so confused, and Han Ling's heart was troubled again...

"Ling'er, what's wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable to have such a bad face? Miao Qingyang saw Han Ling sitting on the stone board in a daze from a distance, and hurriedly walked over and asked with concern.

Han Ling raised his eyes and looked at Miao Qingyang's handsome face, remembering what his mother said, he felt a trace of apology in his heart, Miao Qingyang's age is not young, in this ancient country, a man of his age who is rich and powerful has long had a group of wives and concubines, even if the common people have been married and have children for a long time, in fact, his mother's prejudice against him is still a little too much, who can be without fault if he is not a sage.

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