After the banquet, Mrs. Gu stopped Feng Luotian, thinking that she was leaving, she wanted to leave her to say something considerate.

Mrs. Gu was very kind, and Feng Luotian didn't want to hurt her heart, although her plan was just to lure out the real murderer, she still stayed.

The moonlight entered the house, and Mrs. Gu pulled her into her bedroom.

The woman muttered that she didn't want Feng Luo to leave, and at the same time entered the back room, leaving Feng Luotian standing in place, looking at the furnishings in the room.

When he saw the offering table placed behind the screen, Feng Luotian was a little strange.

The Gu couple actually set up the offering platform in the bedroom instead of the ancestral hall? It's scary to fall asleep at night looking at these tablets.

Feng Luotian walked in, fixed his eyes and knocked on the text on the tablet, "Born on the ninth day of September in the thirty-seventh year of Chongming in Beiyuan, and died on the fifteenth day of the first month of the forty-fourth year of Chongming." ”

"I only lived to be six years old?" Feng Luo poured out his mouth and muttered, inadvertently feeling a little uncomfortable.

"This is my daughter?" Mrs. Gu's voice came from behind her.

Feng Luotian was slightly stunned, turned around and looked at the woman with some restraint, she didn't know how to speak.

Mrs. Gu looked at the tablet on the altar and walked in slowly.

Stopping at Feng Luotian's side, Mrs. Gu's eyes moved away from the tablet with some nostalgia.

Looking at Feng Luotian, the woman raised her hand and gently held her hand, and gently rubbed the back of Feng Luotian's smooth hand with her fingertips.

"Ma'am?" Feng Luo pursed her lips, did she get into trouble?

Mrs. Gu smiled and looked at her kindly.

"Come here." Mrs. Gu pulled Feng Luo and walked outside the screen.

"Are you curious why I put her spirit seat here?" The woman pulled her to sit down.

It was not easy to guess other people's privacy, and after thinking about it, she replied softly, "Madame misses her?" ”

Mrs. Gu lowered her head slightly, as if thinking about something, and after a while, the woman shook her head slightly.

"I have nothing to do in my life, she is my goddaughter."

Goddaughter?

Feng Luo was stunned for a moment.

"Although she is not my own child, but I love her very much, I still remember the first time I saw her, she saw me and giggled, I liked it so much, I recognized her as a goddaughter, every day I wanted to hold her in my arms, although she has been gone for so many years, but I still can't let go of her, the few days she left, I have nightmares every day, I dreamed that she was young, she was not living well below, and was bullied by others, so I moved her spiritual position here I want to guard her every day, chant for her, so that she can live well below."

"Everyone in the family, including adults, said that I was crazy and enchanted, and put a tablet for the dead in the bedroom, but I didn't care, they didn't care about Jing'er's death, but I will never forget it."

Feng Luo listened quietly, looked at the woman with silver eyes, pursed her lips, and still asked, "Madam, how can she go, Miss?" ”

Hearing Feng Luo's words, the woman's eyes flashed, "She was killed, but how can they do it, she is only six years old." ”

Feng Luo poured mixed feelings in his heart.

"Miss Chenying, can you understand the heart of a mother?" Mrs. Gu's eyes were wet and red, and she turned her eyes to stare at the woman.

Feng Luo pursed his lips, looked at the woman, and nodded, "Miss can have a lady who loves her mother so much, she knows everything, and her heart must be happy." ”

"From moving Jing'er's spiritual position to the house, I can also sleep peacefully, not so much that I miss Jing'er, but that Jing'er is guarding me."

"Miss Chenying, if my Jing'er is still here, she should be as old as the girl." Mrs. Gu looked at Chenying's face, as if she was looking at another person through her.

Feng Luo's eyes moved, looking at Mrs. Gu's love for her daughter, she suddenly thought of her mother, her mother was the daughter of the prince of the previous dynasty, counting, her mother was also a princess of the previous dynasty, after the fall of the previous dynasty, her mother was favored by her father, her father loved her mother very much, Feng Luotian has seen it in his eyes since he was a child. But there are so many women in her father's palace, her mother is only one of the many concubines, plus she is a princess of the previous dynasty, and most of the other concubines in the harem are the daughters of the ministers of the court, or some foreign princess, her life in the palace is even more difficult, Feng Luotian doesn't know if her mother has ever liked her father, and she only knows that her mother is always indifferent to her father, she has never seen her mother really happy, only knows that her mother wears the jade plum hairpin given to her by her father every day, sitting in a small square courtyard, One sitting is a day.

can carry the things given to her by her father and the emperor, the mother concubine should still love him in her heart, but if she loves him, why did her mother have an affair with someone else and gave birth to a child, and now this child is the current son of heaven, I am afraid that in this Kyushu, except for her and Feng Jingxuan, no one knows that this country has already changed its name and surname.

As she grew older, her mind became more and more mature, her memory became clearer and clearer, and she gradually felt the difference between the way the concubine looked at her and the way other mothers looked at their children, and her eyes were always dull and cold when they looked at her. Even if she was praised by her father, even if she won the first place in various competitions, her face was still unwavering, and even the eyes of the mother concubine became colder and colder as she grew bigger and bigger. Others learn to write from the name, and when she began to learn to write, the first word she wrote was the concubine, but when she was full of joy and showed the word "concubine" to the woman, the woman's eyes were colder than the water in the palace moat, she just glanced at it lightly and threw it on the ground, without any words, and she was holding her younger brother Feng Jingxuan in her arms.

At that time, she didn't understand, she just thought that if she didn't write well, her mother would be unhappy, so she studied hard and tried her best to make herself perfect, just to get the woman's praise.

But what she didn't expect later was that her mother actually asked her father to ask her to follow the divine doctor to the mountain to learn medicine, for a princess who has been in the palace since she was a child, how could she be affected by the life in the mountains, that was the first time she had malice towards her mother.

She didn't want to see her, so she went.

She remembered that day, the sky was not beautiful, it was drizzling, she was wearing a bright red vest, only carrying a burden, carrying a few clothes, she kept her back straight, from beginning to end, she never looked back, she didn't know if the woman was behind her, she didn't look at her.

She went, resolutely, until the red disappeared at the end of the palace wall.

She has the name of a princess, but she does not have the life of a princess, she was born as a princess, but she did not grow up like a princess.

In the depths of his love, Feng Luo couldn't shed tears without Shanshan.

Mrs. Gu looked at Feng Luo and cried, frowned, and asked with concern, "Child, what's wrong with you?" ”

Feng Luo came back to his senses, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, "It's nothing, it's just that seeing Madam like this, I miss my mother a little, it's okay." Feng Luo said, swallowing uncomfortably, and squeezed out a smirk.

Mrs. Gu looked at her, she came at a glance, she had something in her heart.

"It's so uncomfortable to say anything and hold it in your heart." The woman patted the back of Feng Luo's hand.

Feng Luo looked at the woman and burst into tears again.

Mrs. Gu let Feng Luo lean on her shoulder, and at this moment, she thought, what she needed was a mother's embrace.

Gently patting Feng Luotian's shoulder, Mrs. Gu said kindly, "How can there be a mother in the world who doesn't love her children, I believe that your mother must love you, it's just that each mother expresses her love in a different way, remember it, in your memory, is there any moment when your mother makes you feel that she loves you?" ”

Love?

Feng Luotian didn't know that the days she spent with her mother were very short.