"What, is there anything wrong with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Xu Ye caught a glimpse of Ji Mingsi's flickering stunned and panicked, and said with a mocking smile. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Just now Ji Mingsi accidentally touched the chopsticks, Ji Yan didn't seem to notice it, Xu Ye was unwilling, on the surface he was concerned, but in fact, he specially reminded Ji Yan.

As expected, Ji Yan listened to Xu Ye's words and turned his head to look at Ji Mingsi. His eyes were cold, like a snake, and he couldn't believe that this was the way a father looked at his son.

Ji Mingsi smiled bitterly in his heart, immediately lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and said, "The retainer is terrified."

Ji Yan sneered quietly, glanced at him and said, "Did I say something?" Scares you like this. Those who don't know think I'm bullying you every day. “

Ji Mingsi was immediately dripping into a cold sweat by Ji Yan's words, he didn't dare to raise his sleeve to wipe it, so he only let the sweat quietly roll down his forehead and hit the ground, leaving a blurry water stain. pursed his lips and said, "Father and Emperor misunderstood his son." Erchen was shocked to hear that Wang Guifei had a dragon vein, and he was surprised and delighted. The father also knows that although the son has the love of the father, but there are no brothers and sisters to rely on each other, on weekdays, seeing the eldest brother with the loving appearance of the younger brother and sister, the son is always envious, thinking that one day, if the son has a younger brother and sister, he must be cared for in a thousand ways, all loved. Unexpectedly, this day really came, and Erchen couldn't hide his excitement just now, so he accidentally overstepped it, and looked at his father Emperor Haihan. “

When Ji Yan heard what he said, he felt that it was also a heartfelt word, and the indifference on his face eased slightly, and said, "You are still sensible, get up."

Xu Ye on the side smiled and said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so sensible, Your Majesty is blessed."

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment and did not comment. This Chinese New Year's Eve banquet ended in this embarrassment.

Xia Calamus ate the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, settled the few people who slept in the house, put on her coat, took a breath of cool air, and walked outside the academy.

She made an appointment with Ji Mingsi that she would face her face in the palace today, and he would take herself to worship her mother.

Xia Calamus smiled, what should I say when I see my mother like this? Mother, your daughter is dead, and standing in front of you is a summer iris born by the river. Thinking of this, she smiled again, her mother must know everything in heaven, do you still need to say it yourself?

When she thought about going to see her mother, she was always a little scared. She and Ji Mingsi both knew that they did not love each other and support each other as their mother had entrusted, so now, what face do they have to see their mother?

While her thoughts were messy, the carriage had already reached the palace walls. This time, she was able to go in generously. She sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain and looked out, the person who guarded the city was no longer the same as the one back then, but he was also the same age as the person who guarded the city back then. When she was young, she thought that the man was old and fierce, but now she seems to be full of childishness, after all, she is old.

When Calamus stepped into the princess hall, Ji Mingsi had already arrived. The two of them didn't say anything. Familiar places, familiar furnishings, and even the smells are familiar.

Mingsi looked at Calamus, choked slightly, and looked at her sadly. His eyebrows and eyes are always covered with a faint mist, full of cunning when he is smart, and full of the greatest sorrow in the world when he is sad.

He said, "Ming'er, you look up." ”

Calamus didn't want to look up, the cold breath in the ancestral hall made her shiver from the cold, and the smell of incense and candles swirled around her, and the cold flowed into her snort. Calamus could feel the hot liquid swirling in her eyes, but it refused to fall. She could feel the warm, burning gaze on her, and even though she knew it was just a painting, she could still feel the smell of her mother. Mother's taste. Sweet and soft. Calamus was trapped in that small world in my childhood, and the smell filled my childhood. She was timid when she was a child, and although she had never seen the sun, she was afraid of the dark, so the candle flame in the basement never broke. The mother often came down to check on her, and then helped the little girl to fold the quilt and kiss her.

The little girl often felt lonely, dragged her sleeve and cried to prevent her from leaving, she always patted the back of the calamus, coaxed me to "Er'er", a minor tune hummed from her sleep to her wake. “

She had been the support of Calamus throughout her life. Even before leaving, she hugged her and promised to bring candy to the child. Only for her, not for her brother.

"Er'er, you're obedient." She smiled and kissed the little girl's cheek, "I'll be back soon." Mothers are adults and don't lie to children. ”

What if it's an adult, an adult will only tell the lie more subtly, and the word is not leaky. You left me with a high-sounding lie, leaving the most hypocritical smile. My tears are rolling down, you lied to me, you said you would come back. You said you were going to take my hand and feel the sun. You told me that girls can't just shed tears. If you lie to me, you should see that I am cheating and not reprimand me. But I'm crying because of you, will you be angry with me?

"Ming'er! Rise! There was already a cry in Mingsi's voice. Calamus looked up, letting the hot liquid slide down her cheeks and into her neck. She moved forward slightly, getting closer and closer to the painting.

―――――――, "Erer, I asked you to find some beautiful books today." "The man in the painting is lifelike and smiling.

―――――――, "Erer, are you sick and uncomfortable, if you are uncomfortable, is it okay for your mother to hug you." Calamus trembled her hand and touched the corner of the eye of the man in the painting.

―――――――, "Er'er, today Ming'er asked me about you, and I disciplined that kid!" Are you distressed, are you distressed" The finger slipped from the corner of the man's eye, stopped at his lips, and froze.

――――――― "Erer is my mother's little princess, and my mother likes you the most and likes you the most. ”

Yes, Ming'er is her brother, and Er'er is her. She is her mother's favorite Ji Minger, and her most distressed little daughter.

The person in the painting is still looking at the little girl warmly, just like her appearance many years ago, which has never changed. The iris fell to her knees with a thud, kowtowed a few times, and finally couldn't cry. The tears seemed to flow from her heart, mixed with invisible blood, and fell to the ground dripping. Sixteen years of pain, six years of missing. Xia Iris never thought about her mother, didn't mention her name, and pretended to forget her, but Xia Iris only found out today that she couldn't forget her at all. She is still Ji Minger, and she wants to shed tears when she sees her mother. Weak like a puppy full of milky aroma.

Mother, your most muddy child is back. She's waiting for you here, waiting for you to take her home. (To be continued.) )