Yuxiu was hugged tightly by her mother for the first time, and her little heart was wrapped in a tenderness that she had never experienced.

He snuggled up to Qingling, his hands around her waist, and the corners of his eyes gradually became hot.

"Xi'er, she ......"

Yuxiu's voice was a little inaudible, "She laughed at me for not having a father, so I hurt her." ”

He was still a little apprehensive, unsure how Qing Ling would react.

Since his mother returned to the palace, he seems to have been very busy, and he doesn't have much time to spend with him, and he often looks at him with a disappointed expression.

He used to think that his mother was such a person, a little strict, a little detached, and he didn't like children......

But today, when I saw her and Xi'er getting along with my own eyes, I realized that it wasn't like this.

In fact, she can also be very gentle and loving.

Yuxiu became more and more afraid, afraid that the reason why Qingling's maternal love could not be targeted at her was because she really didn't like his son......

Qing Ling stroked Yuxiu's head, thinking about what Xi'er said to him, and was a little choked for a while.

The attacks between children are innocent but also hurtful, they don't know how to fake disguises and face images, and they always poke at each other's most obvious injuries without concealment.

Looking back, since he returned to the palace, he has really cared about Yuxiu. His guidance and education are always pushed to others.

As a mother, she never really tried to get to know him......

Yuxiu slowly raised her head and looked at Qing Ling, "Xi'er said, Your Majesty is not my father. But His Majesty treated me very well, teaching me to read, write, play chess, and practice. I think he's my father. ”

Qing Ling's eyes changed and his emotions were mixed, he thought about it and said softly: "I grew up with my master when I was a child, he taught me to read, write, play chess and practice, and in my heart, I also regarded him as my father. ”

She touched Yuxiu's hair, "There is nothing wrong with you thinking that Your Majesty is like your father." But you also have to remember who your real father is...... Although he has never grown up with you, and he has never even known about your existence, if he is there, he will love you very much......"

Yuxiu nodded, "I know, my father's name is Baili Fuyao, he was the son of the former Daze Marquis Mansion, he looks a little like Aunt Ning Yan, he is a very powerful and smart person, right?" ”

Qing Ling looked at his son, choked in his throat, and didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh.

In a person's life, the memories and pictures that are more or less engraved in her blood and blood can leave the impression of her own children, but they are only a few short sentences from the mouths of others.

Her own mother, Zhang Xuannu, is not the same for her?

Yuxiu was embraced by Qing Ling again, and her hanging heart gradually stabilized.

He could feel that his mother's attitude towards him seemed to have changed a lot.

So he was determined to let his mother see a better and more mature version of himself, and his little hand tugged at her sleeve and said, "Don't be sad. I know I shouldn't have hurt Xi'er, so I'll go back and apologize to her. She said that kind of thing just because she was jealous of me, and I didn't care about her. ”

As long as my mother can hold herself like this every day, what is there to fear in the eyes of others? In the small chest, there was a sudden burst of courage, pride and fearlessness.

Qing Ling hugged his son, laughed and sneered, and was speechless for a long time.

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When he came out of the side hall, he happened to bump into Mu Chen and returned to the Chengji Palace.

Both of them were stunned.

Qing Ling hesitated, stepped forward to salute, and asked, "How is Xi'er?" ”

Mu Chen waved his hand and asked the courtiers around him who were about to enter the palace to retreat with the guards.

"She's fine." glanced in the direction of the side hall and asked Qingling, "Have you been to see Yu'er?" ”

Qing Ling nodded, "Hmm." ”

Mu Chen studied her complexion, "Fighting with him again?" ”

He stepped forward and shook Qing Ling's hand, feeling a little chilly.

"Come in and sit down."

Mu Chen took Qingling's hand and walked into the inner bed of the Chengji Palace.

Since the last slap, the two have been a little awkward together, but now Qing Ling did not refuse him, which made Mu Chen's original apprehension completely calmed down.

The palace people brought refreshments.

Qing Ling suddenly raised his head and asked, "Can I drink?" ”

The palace people looked at Mu Chen.

Mu Chen nodded in a deep voice.

The palace people of the Chengji Hall serve by the emperor's side, and they have always been proper and thoughtful and thorough. Soon, two wines of different intensity were delivered, one was an ordinary fruit wine, and the other was a very powerful Xiluz wine.

Mu Chen dismissed the waiter, thought about it, and reached out to get the jug of fruit wine, but unexpectedly, Qing Ling had already taken a step ahead of him, took Xiluzi Brew and poured himself a glass, and drank it all with his head up.

Qing Ling held the wine glass, half-lowered his eyes, and slowly said, "Yuxiu hit Xi'er just now. ”

Mu Chen said: "I have already asked about the beginning and end of the matter, and it is Xi'er's fault first. I'll take care of that. ”

Qing Ling shook his head, "It's normal for children to make trouble, I can't count the number of times I did it with the fifth senior brother when I was a child." ”

She poured another glass of wine and took a sip, still with her eyes down, "I'm just...... At that time, I learned that Yuxiu still knew how to use exercises other than fire spirits...... After being back in the palace for so long, I don't even know what he's learning every day...... I didn't know, it turned out that he could also play chess, play the piano, like to read, and like to practice...... I used to think it was just strange why he didn't like me when I was a kid, he just liked to play and eat......"

also tried to understand him and care about him, but from the beginning, she judged this child and felt that he was not like her and Luo Yao's son.

Qing Ling continued: "When he was still in my belly, I always thought that he would look very much like Xiao Qi, so when I actually saw him, I felt a little disappointed. From that moment on, I actually ...... It's not fair to him......"

The wine surged up, hot between the chest and abdomen, forcing tears from the corners of the eyes.

Qing Ling drank all the remaining wine in the cup, propped his elbows on the table, buried his head in his palms, and said intermittently: "After Xiao Qi left, I have been in a bad mood...... Sometimes I know that I can always do things out of control...... Today, when I saw Yuxiu hurting people, I realized that I didn't know anything about him...... I may not be able to be a mother and have no way to be responsible for him......"

The vicious change in Zhangyao Palace's palace was like a wound in her heart that could be peeled open at any time, reminding her of everything that had happened all the time, and even her emotions were infected with a layer of anger, completely uncontrollable.

When she was pregnant with Yuxiu, she could still be patient and fight rationally, but after returning from Xiaoyuechi, the only thought she had in her heart was to take revenge and kill all the people who caused Xiao Qi to leave her!

I don't even care much about my own children......

Mu Chen first reached out to shake Qingling's hand, then got up and sat beside her, gently hugged her shoulders, and said with relief: "You are still a child yourself. To be a mother, you have to learn slowly, and you can't be in a hurry. ”

Qing Ling remembered what Yuxiu said just now, and remembered Mu Chen's care for him over the years. can let the child regard him as his own father, which shows that he has indeed paid a lot, and he only feels guilty in comparison......

She bit her lip and said quietly: "I always want to associate him with Xiao Qi, and even think that when he grows up, he will learn from me to avenge his father." But when you think about it, why do I control his life and choices? I never thought of avenging my mother myself...... Even if Luo Heng is not Xiao Qi's uncle, I will not seek revenge from him. My mother is dead, and killing Luo Heng won't bring her back to life, nor will it make me happier......"

She raised her eyes to look at Mu Chen, her eyes looked very confused because she was drunk or something else.

"But I can't control the crazy thoughts in my heart, just like the devil said to me, I can't be willing to let all the people who have hurt him die...... All the people around him, Ning Yan, Yuxiu, and you, are not the same as before. For so long, you have become accustomed to the present life, and you don't want to pursue the grudges of the past...... I'm the only one who can't forget it, and I force you not to forget it...... What is the difference between me like this and Fang Shanlei, who killed so many people for revenge? Crystal tears rolled down, "Mu Chen, you said that I, am I also like that devil, crazy?" ”

Mu Chen's face was complicated and stagnant for a moment, and his emotions faded.

Finally, he stroked her shoulder, "You just can't forget it for the time being, after a long time, you will slowly let go of the past, cherish the present, and cherish the people around you." ”

He bowed his head slightly, his cheek pressed against her forehead.

Qing Ling felt a little coolness on his forehead, and his thoughts became more and more confused under the influence of the power of wine.

It seems that many times, she has had such tangled inner battles.

Half of myself still remembers Luo Yao's words, don't avenge him, live well. She is an optimistic person, and she should forget the sad things in the past, live the days in front of her seriously, and be a good mother, so that their children can live happily.

And the other half of himself is still dominated by a strong emotion, gloomy and angry, as if he wants to destroy everything, otherwise he will not be at peace. Even sometimes, she hated Luo Yao, hated him for rejecting Jin Zhu, leaving herself, and letting her survive alone......

The two sides of a completely different self tore her in pain.

Qing Ling opened her watery eyes and looked up at Mu Chen, "But I can't forget." You know, I can't forget...... I don't want to hurt others or myself, but I really can't ......."

Mu Chen stared at her, staring at the clear eyes that were floating in a misty mist.

In an instant, the sanity and calmness that had been cultivated for many years suddenly disappeared for no reason.

I don't want to hear her say I can't forget it.

Again and again, poking at his heart......

He hated her so much that he couldn't forget it!

Before he could even react, Mu Chen lowered his head and bit the two red lips that were together.

When was the last time you did this?

It's almost a hundred years......

At that time, she was not the man's wife. The person she loves in her heart is still herself. But why did she become unrecognizable in the blink of an eye?

Once he started, Mu Chen used a lot of strength to hug her and kiss her, not allowing the slightest retreat. Qing Ling was still conscious in his drunkenness, but his hands that subconsciously blocked were quickly imprisoned, and his body was swept into his powerful arms and embrace, and he even felt difficult to breathe. Lips and teeth were pried open, invading the smell of the other person, tossing and plundering the remaining air.

Qing Ling was out of breath, trembling violently, and whimpering in panic.

Mu Chen raised his head and gave her a moment to breathe, but the strength of his hug did not decrease in the slightest.

"Now, can you forget?"

If you can forget yourself, why can't you forget that person?

can't forget that person, then he will help her forget it!

The dark eyes were deep and scorching, and they wrung her tightly, but they couldn't wait for her answer, and they had already leaned down again.

The faint smell of wine in her mouth seemed to make him intoxicated for a long time.

For so many years, the women in the palace have come one after another.

But he knows very well that the feeling of hugging his beloved is completely different.

Mu Chen picked up Qingling, strode to the couch, and pulled down the curtain.