"Ma'am, ma'am, what's wrong with you? Where's the doctor? Come here!"

A panicked shout pulled Yang Wenyao back to reality, and he held the child and walked quickly to his wife's bed.

At this moment, Ye Xiaoli's face was like paper, and his forehead was full of beads of sweat the size of beans. The beautiful face was haggard, and the eyes were tightly closed.

Yang Wenyao was heartbroken when he saw this, and hurriedly said, "Xiaoli, how do you feel?"

Ye Xiaoli heard Yang Wenyao's voice, reluctantly opened his eyes, squeezed out a smile, shook his head at Yang Wenyao, and signaled that he was fine.

A doctor ran over with a crawl, and after some looks, he said in fear: "The head of the family, Mrs. had a difficult birth for a day and a night, her physical strength was exhausted, and she collapsed in blood, I am afraid that it is ......."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I can't go back to the sky......"

The doctor saw Yang Wenyao's fierce eyes, and he didn't dare to look directly, so he hurriedly buried his head in his chest.

The servants and maids on the side all trembled, lowered their heads one after another, and did not dare to make a sound. It was also the first time they had seen Yang Wenyao like this, and the atmosphere in the room became extremely heavy for a while.

Yang Wenyao gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to say it again!"

The doctor was so frightened that he fell to his knees, kowtowed, and shouted for mercy.

Yang Wenyao ignored it completely, handed the child to his subordinates, grabbed the doctor's shirt with both hands, lifted him off the ground, and said viciously: "If you are good at medicine today, my Yang family's property will be taken by you, if you are not well healed, I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to get out of my Yang family!"

With that, slam it firmly on the ground.

The doctor rolled around twice and sat up, knowing that Ye Xiaoli was already lacking in skills, but he didn't dare to say more, he just kowtowed, and said secretly in his heart: "Bitter! The relationship between doctors and patients today is really the same as fire and water, if you can survive this catastrophe today, you will definitely no longer practice medicine in the future!"

At this point, the frequency and intensity of kowtowing have increased a lot.

Yang Wenyao saw that he didn't use means to treat him, and he immediately became angry and shouted: "Quack doctors are looking for death!"

Immediately urging cultivation, a powerful aura spread out, the robe danced without wind, and the eyes turned scarlet due to bloodshot, like a mad beast, ready to choose people to devour at any time.

Everyone present was suppressed by Yang Wenyao's powerful aura and couldn't move, and they wondered in their hearts that he was like two people on weekdays, but no one dared to step forward to stop it, so they could only secretly pray that the disaster would not befall them.

"Wen Yao!"

A light call made Yang Wenyao feel shocked, and when he looked back, he saw that Ye Xiaoli was holding on to the railing at the head of the bed, trying to sit up.

This simple action seemed to exhaust all her strength, and the whole person was shaky, as if she would fall down at any time.

Yang Wenyao hurriedly went over to hold her up, and blamed: "Xiaoli, why are you up? Lie down and rest!"

Ye Xiaoli shook his head gently: "Wen Yao, let them all go down, let me see our children." ”

The servant hurriedly handed over the baby wrapped in satin, turned around and hurriedly retreated. The doctor was even more amnesty, and remembering his own oath, he simply didn't even want the medicine box.

Ye Xiaoli looked at the baby in his arms with tenderness in his eyes, revealing a loving smile. At this moment, the little life seemed to be tired of crying and was sleeping deeply. She gently took her son's little hand, tears of happiness flowed down her face.

"Wen Yao, you see how much his nose and mouth look like you! His eyes are not like me, his eyes are like me!"

"Hello like you, you have beautiful eyes!"

Yang Wenyao choked up, as a cultivator, he could clearly feel that Ye Xiaoli's vitality was gradually passing, but he was powerless to stop it, and he couldn't help but feel sad. The tears in his eyes lingered for a long time, but he was afraid of disturbing this happy moment, but he never fell.

"Wen Yao, haven't you named the child yet, what do you say it's a good name?"

"You can call it whatever you want, whatever you want. ”

Ye Xiaoli stretched out his finger, lightly touched the baby's cheek, and said with a smile: "Look at your father, he is so irresponsible to you, and he has such a big name, he actually says that it is okay to call anything." After a moment of contemplation, he muttered, "It's okay to call anything...... Everything can be named...... Wen Yao, do you say it's good to be famous!"

"Okay, good, it's named!"

Ye Xiaoli let out a sigh of relief, as if he had a matter on his mind. She also sensed that her body might not be able to support it, and at this dying moment, she just wanted to look at the two men around her more. I just hate that it is difficult to cross time, and I can't see what my son will look like when he grows up.

"Ke Ming, I'm sorry, my mother can't accompany you. You have to obediently listen to your father, study hard, eat a lot, look as tall as your father, and become a man who stands up to the sky. In the future, you will meet some good friends, find someone who loves you, and live happily ever after......"

"Mother really wants to see what you look like when you marry a wife and have children, you will definitely have many children, and you will grow up with them...... My mother still has a lot to say to you, but it's too late. But don't be sad, you have to remember that every leaf in this world is like a mother's eyes, your mother is always by your side, whenever the breeze blows, the leaves rustle, that is the mother is talking to you......"

Yang Wenyao's voice trembled and said, "Xiaoli, don't say it, you'll be fine......"

Ye Xiaoli shook his head gently: "Wen Yao, you have treated me meticulously over the years, and I am very happy." Following you is the best decision I have ever made in my life. Thank you and Ke Ming for making my life complete. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to work hard in the future......"

Seeing that Ye Xiaoli's breath was getting weaker and weaker, Yang Wenyao could no longer suppress the tears in his eyes, and held his wife tightly in his arms, for fear that she would leave.

Ye Xiaoli looked at the baby in his arms again, his eyes full of reluctance. But that eyelid seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, no matter how strong her will was, she was powerless after all. I had to close my eyes, lay down next to Yang Wenyao's ear, and said softly:

In this life, I can't understand the lovesickness, and there are no tears to tell the gods and Buddhas.

There is really karma in the next life, I only wish that the white head is still Qing.

At this point, Hongyan fell.

The baby in his arms seemed to sense something, and suddenly woke up from his sleep, and the cry broke the silence in Yang's mansion.

A cold wind blew, and the ancient trees in the courtyard were empty, except for the bare branches swaying in the wind. It's like holding something, and it's like waving goodbye.

The next day, the Yang Mansion was in a state of silence.

Ye Xiaoli and Yang Wenyao are very good people on weekdays, treating their subordinates like relatives and friends. A few maids who are close to them on weekdays are even more crying and almost fainting.

On the mourning hall, Yang Wenyao was dressed in white, with a famous embrace, and there was a cry in his ears, but there was no expression on his face, just standing stiffly in front of his wife's coffin.

There was an endless stream of mourners, but Yang Wenyao ignored it completely, like a piece of dead wood, and his soul no longer knew where to wander.

Ye Xiaoli's coffin was not buried in the ancestral tomb of the Yang family, but was buried in a beautiful place outside Liyang City according to Yang Wenyao's wishes. The birdsong spring here sounds, the Zhilan is commensurate, there is no outsider disturbance, and it is in line with the preference of Ye Xiaoli before his death.

Everything stopped, Yang Wenyao sent everyone away, and left alone in front of the grave to look back on the past.

When he was young, Yang Wenyao traveled all over the world and met Ye Xiaoli in the Tianyang Empire. Ye Xiaoli is a native of Tianyang and has a prominent family, which is not something that Yang Wenyao can climb, but she resolutely decided to marry him despite the opposition of her relatives.

The relationship between the two after marriage is very good, and then due to changes, Ye Xiaoli returned to the Yang family with him, and now gave birth to a son for him.

Knowing this, Yang Wenyao couldn't help but burst into tears, and in a trance, he saw two figures walking towards him, and when he looked at it, it was his eldest brother Yang Wenguang and his second brother Yang Wenzong.

Yang Dingtian, the last head of the Yang family, has a total of four sons, the fourth son Yang Wenzu was unfortunately lost when he was a teenager, and his whereabouts are still unknown.

Yang Wenguang and Yang Wenzong stepped forward and pretended to be sad and said, "Third Brother Day mourns." ”

Yang Wenyao was silent, just nodded in response.

Seeing this, Yang Wenguang continued: "The third brother is young, and in this calamity, there is really no way to comfort the brother, but I don't know what I can do?"

Yang Wenyao was so mentally aware that he could hear Yang Wenguang's words at once.

This Yang Wenguang has always been dissatisfied with Yang Dingtian passing on the position of the head of the family to him, and privately enveloped the important people in the clan in order to expand his influence in the Yang family, so as to wait for the opportunity to seize the position of the head of the family. However, because Yang Wenyao has both ability and ability, most of the people in the Yang family are loyal to him, resulting in Yang Wenguang's years of painstaking management with little effect.

And Yang Wenzong is a loyal fan of Yang Wenguang, saddle before and after the horse, and follow it. On weekdays, the three of them look like they are separated, and there is still a trace of leeway between words, but they are-for-tat everywhere when they do things.

Yang Wenyao said coldly: "If Brother Lao bother, I will take care of everything." ”

When Yang Wenguang heard this, he patted Yang Wenyao on the shoulder and said, "Eh, why should you and my brother be polite, third brother, you just have to take care of my nephew in the future, and leave the trivial matters of the Yang family to me." After a while, the eldest brother will personally explain the matter of renewing the strings for you. ”

"I'll give it to you?" Yang Wenyao sneered: "Is it your wish to hand over the position of the head of the family to you?"

Yang Wenguang's mind was broken by a word, and he was speechless for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

Yang Wenzong said indignantly: "What is the third brother talking about, the eldest brother intends to share your worries, how can you spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?"

Yang Wenyao was full of grief and anger at the moment, and his words were sharp: "Thank you two brothers for your kindness, I understand it." I was just joking, with the cultivation minds of the two of them, how could they be worthy of the position of the head of the family. ”

"You ......" Yang Wen was furious, and said angrily: "It's really kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs!

With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

Yang Wenzong glared at Yang Wenyao fiercely and followed closely.

The two walked away, and Yang Wenzong was unwilling to say: "Big brother, you and I have endured for many years, is it just that?"

"Forget it, how is it possible! He Yang Wenyao has been out for more than ten years, the old man has taken care of his own cultivation, and I am running around in every detail of the Yang family. Now that he's back and enjoying it, what's the point? I wonder what that old fool thinks!"

"So what should we do?"

"What else can I do? He has cultivated so much that he can't come by hard. Now you and I can only endure it! When I find that thing, the position of the head of the family will be in my pocket!"

"That thing? ...... it's hard to do."

"That's good!" Yang Wenguang said with a wicked smile: "It's the old man's treasure!"

Standing in front of Ye Xiaoli's grave, Yang Wenyao's heart was like a frozen lake, no matter how strong the wind was, it was difficult to set off a trace of waves, and some were just endless cold.

He suddenly felt extremely lonely, this loneliness seemed to be physical, occupying his internal organs, and spreading with the blood to every corner of his body, until there was nowhere to put it, and it could only turn into tears and flow freely.

"Thief God, I, Yang Wenyao, have never done anything that hurts heaven and reason in my life, why do you want me to suffer so much!"

A muffled thunder resounded through the sky, and then a heavy rain fell in the sky, as if the heavens and the earth were also moved.

Yang Wenyao sat paralyzed in the muddy water, without any strength in his body.

After a while, he got up and walked to Ye Xiaoli's stele, knelt on the ground, and used his fingers as a pen to depict something on the stele.

Blood mixed with rain slid down his fingertips, but his face was expressionless, as if he didn't feel a trace of pain. After writing, he staggered up and left, and his lonely back disappeared into the rain curtain.

On the tombstone, there are four more lines of small words:

The poplar is a hundred feet empty, but the leaves are separated from the branches.

I love the present first, no one understands lovesickness.