As Ling Huan Shangjun said, Qingling lived in Xiaoyue Pond for decades.

Because of the "reverse birth", her body is not suitable for pregnancy at all, and the so-called congenital deficiency is also because of the same reason.

However, no one knew about this before, and by the time it was too late.

According to Ling Huan's speculation, long before Qing Ling was born, "reverse birth" had already been scattered into her bloodline. But because she was only a fetus in the womb at that time, her body and spirit were too weak and small, and some of the "reverse birth" was not completely absorbed, but remained in her blood.

When her own child was born, the powerful primordial spirit of the newborn baby awakened the remnants of the "reverse birth", causing it to begin to devour the consciousness of the green spirit again.

In the first few years of Xiaoyuechi, Ling Huan Shangjun tried to remove the "reverse life" for Qing Ling, but soon found that this method was more harmful to his body, and finally had to give up. Later, I found that although Qingling's divine consciousness was suppressed, it was also repairing itself little by little, digesting the "reverse life" little by little, so I decided to supplement it with tonic pill dew and slowly recuperate, waiting for the "reverse life" to gradually die out.

Qing Ling occasionally wakes up.

At this time, the guardian maid would quickly spread the news to the Vermilion Bird Palace in Lingxiao City.

However, by the time Mu Chen hurried over, Qing Ling had already fallen asleep again.

The only time there was when Qing Ling woke up, it happened that Mu Chen was also in Xiaoyue Pool.

It was the night of the annual moon festival.

She lay on the soft couch by the pool, looking through the gap in the curtains.

I saw that under the moonlight lights, there were a few sparse figures in the open space by the pool.

A man with a long body squatted down slightly and called, "Yu'er." ”

A small figure then quickly ran towards him from the other direction.

The two maid-looking people behind him anxiously followed, shouting in a suppressed voice: "Young Master Xiu, slide carefully!" ”

The man embraced the small figure into his arms and held it high.

The child giggles excitedly.

The man made a silent gesture, "Don't disturb your mother. ”

Qing Ling's heart beat a few times, and his thinking was a little unclear.

She moved her lips with great effort, trying to make a sound, but her eyelids were already heavy again, and she finally closed them again with all her strength.

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Mu Chen included the son of the Qing Lingchang Emperor Ji in the Chaoyan family tree and named Chaoyan Yuxiu.

This incident caused a lot of shock inside and outside the court hall of Lingxiao City.

Although the former Marquis of Daze had promised that the first children of his son Baili Fuyao and Qingling Emperor Ji would be the heirs of Qingyun Sword and belong to the Chaoyan royal family. But no one expected that the father and son of the royal marquis would both die Zhangyao, Baili Ningyan married into the Chaoyan royal family, and the Daze Baili family existed in name only, and now even the last bit of bloodline must be included in the genealogy of others.

It's really emotional to think about it.

A shrewd courtier privately analyzed that now Jiuqiu and Daze completely belong to Chaoyan, and the people have moved to the Central Plains under the attraction of the new policy, and the unification of the Eastern Continent has been established as a whole.

However, when it came to the inner palace, the idea of this matter was very different.

After Mu Chen ascended the throne, he successively accepted several concubines, but after many years, no one has conceived an heir.

Mo Nan Shiyin's temperament has always been steady, but in the end, she gradually lost her breath, and began to frequently invite famous doctors from outside the palace to regulate her body.

In this situation, His Majesty included Qingling's son in the family tree and personally raised him by his side, which undoubtedly made people's heartstrings tighter.

In the beginning, Shiyin was still able to explain itself.

No matter how much Your Majesty dotes on that child, it is not his blood after all.

But as Yuxiu gets older, I don't know if it's because of being raised by Mu Chen's side, his demeanor is becoming more and more similar to him......

When he was young, this child's facial features resembled Qingling, but with a touch of grace between his eyebrows and eyes, he was the appearance of a hundred miles of the world's son.

But now as I get older, that touch of romance has gradually condensed.

At first glance, his face is still like his mother, but his eyes and demeanor are cold and elegant, revealing a sense of respect, which is clearly a copy of His Majesty.

The people in the palace also have an unusual awe for this young man.

Respectful and cautious, even more than treating Hexi Little Emperor.

In the entire Vermilion Bird Palace, the only one who doesn't think this child looks like Mu Chen may be Ah Jing alone.

Because of Mu Han's rebellion, Ah Jing is now acting more and more cautiously, and most of the weekdays only stay in her dormitory, closed doors.

Occasionally, I bumped into Yuxiu in other places, but I just looked at it from a distance and didn't dare to get close.

She was afraid that if she had plucked up the courage to hug the child one day, would he ask herself, "Why, why did your brother kill my father?" ”

As soon as she thought of such a possibility, Ah Jing felt a chill in her heart, and unconsciously clenched the fabric on her chest.

Was that handsome man with a soothing eyebrow really dead like that?

Died under the calculations of his brother and cousin, and was wiped out, and his bones were gone.

The only thing left was this child, who couldn't even inherit his surname......

Ah Jing even found an excuse and plucked up the courage to visit Baili Ningyan.

After Baili condensing smoke entered the palace, the days were quieter than Ah Jing, whether it was a festival celebration or a daily gathering organized by the queen, she couldn't go away. Her identity is special, and even Mu Chen treats her very politely, so no one in the palace dares to criticize.

But when Ning Yan proposed to Mu Chen that she should raise her brother's widow, she was still refused.

Ah Jing asked Ning Yan: "The promise that the prince made at the beginning was because Qingyun Sword controlled Xianxia Pass, which was of great significance to the peace of the Eastern Continent. But since the people of Lieyang took the route to the West Sea, the meaning of the Qingyun Sword is no longer so important, why don't you talk to Your Majesty for this reason and let him restore your nephew's original surname? ”

After Ning Yan entered the palace, his temperament seemed to be more calm and detached than before, and when he heard the words, he couldn't make waves on his face, and only said lightly: "Daze Baili no longer exists, what good will it do him to let this child restore his original surname?" Could it be that you still want His Majesty to re-establish the Marquis Mansion for him and inherit the lord for generations? ”

She stared at Ah Jing for a moment, as if she understood something from her eyes, and after a while, she added in a low voice: "My brother is an open-minded person, and he won't mind if this child has his mother's surname." ”

Ah Jing was stunned.

Immediately, a wisp of sour and astringent taste floated in my heart.

Oh, yes

She had been in love with that man, and many people in the palace knew and remembered him.

But he never belonged to her.

Even, from beginning to end, she never really knew him, did she?

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Small Moon Pond.

Qing Ling woke up again, feeling a little different.

The suppressed weakness in the body finally disappeared. She moved her arms, propped herself up, and slowly sat up.

Ling Huan Shangjun noticed some time ago that the remaining "reverse life" in Qing Ling's body had been absorbed by his divine sense, and he expected that she would completely wake up in the next few days, so he had been living in Xiaoyue Pond.

He received the news from his subordinates and hurried to the poolside.

Qing Ling had to soak in the pool for three hours a day, when his hair was not yet fully dry, and he was slightly moistened on the side of his neck, and he was wearing a silk and gold fire lotus under the service of the maid.

Perhaps it is the effect of "reverse life", coupled with the nourishing effect of the famous medicine of the pond water, Qingling's face looks younger than before.

The eyes are clear, the lips are moisturized, and the white skin is better than snow.

She had already had a brief conversation with the maid beside her, and she was stunned for a while.

For her, it was just a coma, but the world has already gone through thousands of changes......

Ling Huan Shangjun checked Qing Ling's body and said, "Your divine power cultivation will slowly recover in the future, but in the past few decades, I am afraid that even ordinary maids will not be able to defeat them." ”

The divine consciousness absorbs the rebirth, as if it were self-harm. Although the reverse life is dead, the damage to the divine consciousness is also great.

Ling Huan had been told and asked by Mu Chen to temporarily hide the matter of his rebirth from Qing Ling, so he was very worried that Qing Ling would ask about his specific illness.

Unexpectedly, the first question Qing Ling asked was: "Then wouldn't I even be able to unseal the Qingyun Sword and the Xuanting Sword?" ”

Ling Huan thought of the demon sense in her blood and said, "These two ancient divine swords, let's temporarily seal them in your body." Good for your body. ”

Qing Ling lowered his eyes and was silent.

Ling Huan said again: "I have already sent the news of your awakening to Lingxiao City, presumably Your Majesty will come to pick you up and take you back to the palace in the near future." ”

However, Qing Ling had his own plans, and he didn't want to wait for Mu Chen to pick him up, so he directly ordered the maid to summon the imperial opinion, and ordered him to return to the capital immediately.

The guards who control the imperial public opinion, who have frequently traveled back and forth between Fuyang and Lingxiao City for decades, have long been familiar with it, and after half a day's work, they sent Qingling back to Lingxiao City.

The scenery in the city is still the same, embroidered Zhumen, courtyards one after another, and on the streets, pedestrians are still in an endless stream.

Qing Ling leaned against the window, letting the flowing clouds blow his hair, looking at the Vermilion Bird Palace where the eagle was entrenched.

The golden eaves of the Zhubi are noble and magnificent, and they are proud of all living beings.

She can't wait to come back.

In the dream realm that has been sleeping for many years, there seem to be countless scenes and countless characters, but in the end, they are all blurred one by one.

She should have truly loved her, so she would understand the taste of pain and hate.

What if the divine power is lost and the blade is not used?

She can still stand on top of the world and use all possible methods to get revenge.

Yuyu landed slowly, and just happened to meet Mu Chen, who had received the news, and was about to board the Yuyu.

The brother and sister crossed their respective car windows, their eyes met for a moment, and Qing Ling immediately looked away again.

The reason why I decided to return to the palace on my own was because I wanted to have a chance to talk to Ning Yan before meeting Mu Chen.

From the mouth of the maid, I learned that she had been married into the royal family for many years.

How happy has she been all these years? I have hated Mu Chen, but I have resented myself......

Mu Chen pushed the door and walked over quickly.

Qingling had nowhere to avoid, so he had to slowly walk out with the help of the maid.

Mu Chen's eyes were filled with joy, "Qingling." ”

Qing Ling moved her lips, and before she could think of what to say, Mu Chen turned around and called again: "Yu'er, why don't you come and see your mother." ”

The little white-clothed young man leaned out of the palace, his expression solemn and nervous.

Slowly walked in front of Qing Ling, he raised his eyes, looked at her seriously for a moment, and bowed to the ground in a proper posture.

"Mother."