"I'm afraid you don't know that the prince has rebelled and has been ambushed. The Fuyuan Marquis Mansion was all imprisoned. Now you are just a woman. Lu Ji's voice sounded again, cold and ruthless, without a trace of compassion. Even that tone still had a bit of gnashing of teeth in it, and every word was like a steel knife, scraping Lu Ying's heart fiercely.

Lu Ying looked at Lu Ji blankly, and after a long time, she shook her head and muttered, "You are talking nonsense!" This is not true. You lied to me! The more she spoke, the sharper her voice became, "You lied to me, what you said was false!" This can't be, you are talking nonsense! ”

Lu Ji sneered coldly, hugged Lu Shao and walked down the steps, leaned over and put it on the ground, and then flicked his sleeves, with a relaxed expression: "After you go to the Imperial Prison, you can reunite as a family." The truth will be self-evident at that time. ”

Lu Ying's pale face quickly floated a layer of dead gray.

She could see that what Lu Ji said was true.

They have been husband and wife for several years, although she has never paid much attention to Lu Ji, but she can still tell whether what he said is true or false.

So, their Lu family is finished? The East Palace doesn't exist anymore?

"That'...... My sister ...... What about the crown princess? Standing for a long time, Lu Ying muttered.

"Dead." Lu Ji said briefly, and added again, "The East Palace walked out of the water at night a few days ago. ”

Lu Ying's body shook, her eyes were dizzy, and she fell to the ground with a "plop".

"Mother, are you mother?" Lu Shao hid behind Lu Fuselage and looked at Lu Ying timidly, with a little uncertainty in his immature children's voice.

Lu Ying's appearance has changed a lot, and it is very different from the mother and mother in his memory. It took him a long time to reluctantly recognize. But I'm still not sure.

Lu Shao's voice recalled Lu Ying's mind, and she finally turned her gaze.

At that moment, Lu Ying only felt that her heart was clenched very tightly.

How long has it been since she has seen her child? Looking at Lu Shao's tender little face, her heart was about to break.

"Shao'er, I'm your mother, don't I recognize my mother?" Lu Ying couldn't cry.

Lu Shao hesitated to look at Lu Ji, Lu Ji nodded to him, and said softly: "She is your mother." ”

"I'm your mother, my son, come to my mother." Lu Ying opened her arms.

Lu Shao walked over slowly. Lu Ying took him into her arms.

Holding the warm little man in his arms. Lu Ying felt that her cold and broken heart finally had a little warmth.

"Shao'er, do you miss your mother?" Lu Ying asked in a trembling voice. Hold Lu Shao tightly in his arms. seems to hold her only hope in this life.

This is her own child. He is the son-in-law of Dingxi Bo Lu Ji. It is also her last support.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Lu Ying's heart.

Lu Ji is at least willing to visit her, isn't he? Although he abandoned her, since he was willing to come, it means that he still cares about her. There is a son between them.

A burst of heat rolled through Lu Ying's heart in an instant.

She still has a way to go. She's not at the end of her rope yet. Shao'er is all her hope. She hugged Lu Shao tighter all of a sudden: "Shao'er, mother's baby, why don't you speak?" Do you want to be a mother? ”

"Yes, Shao'er misses her mother. But my father said that my mother was sick and wanted to recuperate outside. Shao'er wants her mother to get better sooner every day, is her mother already better now? Lu Shao whispered in Lu Ying's arms.

Lu Ying's tears fell down one by one, and she choked up: "Well, my mother is already well, and our Shao'er is really sensible." ”

Lu Ji looked at the mother and son who were hugging each other expressionlessly, and the hand hanging by his side shook spasmally.

After a few moments, he turned and stepped up the steps, walked out of the kiln, and had the door shut again.

The voices of the mother and son are finally no longer heard.

However, even though the voices of those two people had been isolated from the door, Lu Ji still felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and his breathing was suppressed.

In his chest, a turbid breath was filling it, almost suffocating.

He walked out of the house, but saw Fu Geng standing outside the door with his hands in his hands, looking up at the heavy snow, dressed in white reflected in the snow, fluttering like a fairy.

Lu Ji walked to his side and stood still, raised his head, looked at the dark night sky, his eyes were as cold as ice, and said with difficulty after a long time: "You...... Didn't you already know that? ”

"Know what?" Fu Geng turned his head to look at him, and then looked at the empty courtyard again, his face expressionless.

This heavy snowfall, I don't know how many people, how many things, how many pasts have been buried. What is left behind is a white land that is true/dry/clean.

A sneer appeared on Fu Geng's lips.

Does he know?

Maybe he knows.

For example, seven years ago, Lu Ji's body was damaged, and although it was feasible to have a house, there was no possibility of giving birth to an heir; For example, Lu Ying and Liu Jing had many private meetings in the palace, and they happened to stay in the palace for half a day five years ago, and then became pregnant; Another example is how this child named Lu Shao became the most shameful thorn in a man's heart, and it was pierced in Lu Ji's heart for a long time.

He probably knew these things.

In fact, what does it matter if he knows it or not?

The night is long, and the time is long. Countless days and dusks are stacked into mounds of time, and there are always some things that do not want to be known, which will be buried in endless time, just like this heavy snow, covering all traces in the world.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Ji entered the kiln again. When he came out, he held Lu Shao, who was crying incessantly, in his arms.

Although the child cried sadly, he never made a fuss, but kept sobbing and whispering "mother-in-law" in his mouth.

Mother, this is really a pitiful title.

Fu Geng sighed with emotion, his eyes were already cold.

His children have been without a mother since they were six years old. The wicked woman who could not atone for her sins after a hundred deaths still became a mother.

She deserves it too?

Fu Geng pressed the coldness in his heart and bowed to Lu Ji: "People, I took it away." ”

Lu Ji didn't speak, and he didn't have any expression, he only hugged Lu Shao and turned to the side, wrapped the small cloak around his face, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

A few guards walked down the kiln, and in a moment, they brought out a bag of hemp.

The sack was not too big, it only wrapped most of Lu Ying's body, revealing her thin face. Her eyes were closed, her sideburns were scattered, and only the faint heat of her mouth showed that she was still alive.

Lu Ying was carried into the carriage, and soon, Fu Geng's carriage left, and together with the Jin Wuwei he brought, it also disappeared into the night.

In the empty courtyard, only Lu Ji and one of his personal guards remained.

Lu Ji gently put down Lu Shao, lifted the cloak on his face, looked at his face that was still stained with tears, and asked with a smile: "Haven't you always wanted to play in the snow?" In the past, Mother Hu always detained you, but now that she is gone, you can go and build a snowman. ”

Lu Shao's eyes suddenly burst into light, and then dimmed again, and said timidly: "Can children play?" Doesn't a father scold his child? ”

"Not really." Lu Ji smiled and patted his head again.

"Thank you, father." Lu Shao's face immediately turned happy.

He was still young after all, and the sorrow with his mother was soon replaced by playfulness. He ran to the middle of the yard, grabbed the snow from the ground and played. (To be continued.) )