"My mother ......" Yan Qing's voice sounded slowly, as if he came from another world.

"She is weak by nature, she doesn't understand strife, she doesn't resist. She obeyed her brother's arrangement and married to the Qi Kingdom. A year later, he was secretly sent to Wenjun Mountain, which was secretly sent to the Yue Kingdom, and has been imprisoned here for thirteen years. ”

Gu Li heard about this from Zhong Liyu's mouth, but when she heard him say it in person at this moment, her heart couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

"For thirteen years, her movements, diet, and diet have all been controlled."

"On her last Chinese New Year's Eve, she made me a bowl of dumplings, which was the first time I had eaten dumplings in my life. But later, it was discovered by Wei Fufeng. ”

Gu Li still remembered that Wei Fufeng was the national teacher of Qi State, and Yan Wudao listened to his words to ask to marry Princess Forgetful Worries, and after she gave birth to Yan Qing, he banned them from Wenjun Mountain, in order to refine the elixir of life.

Those old things, set aside the heavy time of three hundred years, with the smell of smoke and dust, were slowly told by him and revealed in front of Gu Li's eyes.

Yan Qing had a smile on his lips, as usual, indifferent and elegant, warm as a spring breeze.

"If you do something wrong, you will naturally be punished, Wei Fufeng plans to use her to refine medicine in advance."

Yan Qing's eyes were far away, and the beautiful and desperate face of the princess seemed to appear in front of him.

She was looking at him, at her child, the thirteen-year-old.

In the thirteen years since she was imprisoned in Wenjun Mountain, she has not resisted or escaped, not only because she could not escape, but also because once she did not obey, they would torture her children. She would rather die herself than have her children bullied.

She knew in her heart that neither she nor her children would have one end, that is, to be thrown into the furnace and turned into a handful of ashes in the raging fire.

She had also thought of killing him while he was young, so that he would no longer have to suffer and wait for that cruel end. But she couldn't do it, it was her child, how could she bear it?

She is the most incompetent mother in the world, and in the past ten years, she has not even let her children eat dumplings in the new Chinese New Year's Eve. Eating dumplings on Chinese New Year's Eve is the most common thing for ordinary people, but for them, it is a huge risk. Once discovered, the consequences are unimaginable.

But she was unlucky and was discovered. What awaited her was the ending that came early, which caught her off guard.

She knew that she was going to die, she was going to die in the flames, but she didn't expect that this day, coming so early, she hadn't even had time to see her children grow up.

She looked at him, her beautiful eyes full of grief and reluctance.

She was sorry for him, gave birth to him, but could not protect him. Now that she's going to die, what's going to happen to him next?

The thirteen-year-old boy walked towards her step by step with a blank look in his eyes.

He threw himself into her arms and hugged her tightly, just as he had returned late as a child, and threw himself into his mother's arms to feel the warmth.

In half an hour, his mother, the only one who had accompanied him and raised him for thirteen years, would be thrown into the furnace, burned in the fire, and finally reduced to ashes.

This is how the mother ended, and so did his.

She said that she was the most useless mother in the world, so why wasn't he the most useless son in the world?

He couldn't save her, he could only watch her die.

Perhaps, the only thing he can do is to alleviate her pain a little and not let her die so painfully.

His mother's tears blurred his eyes, and in the midst of the mist, he took out the dagger that still carried his body heat.

If, if there is an afterlife, I hope you will never be like this again......

The moment the short sword entered the body, the grief on the gorgeous face of the princess of Forget Worry completely faded.

She looked at him and laughed, her eyes full of relief and satisfaction.

It's relieved, it's over, and she finally didn't go to that ending.

With a soft smile on her face, she kept looking at him until she closed her eyes.

That smile, like a brand, was engraved in Yan Qing's heart, so that from now on, no matter how bitter and painful it is, he will not reveal a single bit.

The more it hurts, the more indifferent and gentle his smile becomes.

"Wei Fufeng learned that I killed her and ruined his plan, and he was afraid that he would be blamed by Yan Wudao, so he planned to throw me into the furnace one day and refine the immortal medicine in order to hide it from him."

Yan Qing's warm voice sounded again.

"I obeyed him, listened to him for everything, found the right time, and detonated the alchemy furnace."

In front of his eyes, the scene of the year appeared again.

"Boom-" There was a loud bang.

The furnace was detonated, and the flames flowed everywhere, engulfing the entire alchemy room in an instant.

The raging fire spread rapidly in Wenjun Mountain with lightning speed, and the sky and earth were red.

The thirteen-year-old boy stood under a paulownia tree, his white face reflected the light of the fire that was clearly extinguished, and his eyes looked at the fire with the potential to destroy the world without blinking.

"The fire burned for five days and five nights before it was finally extinguished." Yan Qing said again.

On the entire Wenjun Mountain, everything was burned to the ground. The place where he grew up, the hillside where he laughed with his mother as a child, and the paulownia flowers that his mother had picked, are all gone.

Thirteen years, like a dream. The only thing that remained in his heart was the indifferent and gentle, gentle and warm smile. And, monstrous hatred.

"I was not born as a human being, but as a living medicine." Yan Qing suddenly looked at Gu Li, and there was a light smile on Qingjun's face.

So, he wants revenge, he wants to subvert it all.

Didn't Yan Wudao want to live forever? Well, fulfill him.

He also wanted him to see with his own eyes, watching the powerful Qi State that he was proud of fall into his hands; Let all his children die before him, and blood splattered on his face, and bones heaped at his feet; Let tens of thousands of unjust souls come to him every night to ask for their lives; Let him be in panic and fear every day and every night, unable to survive or die......

Later, he did.

Yan Wudao was not killed by his own hands, but he died because of his torture. Later generations said that Yan Wudao's death was killed by him, saying that he was so brutal that he killed his biological parents with his own hands.

Too much time has passed, and no one else in this world knows about the events of that year except him.

It was only after he was imprisoned by Shen Lisi in the Lisi bottle that the disputes in this world gradually subsided, and Qi, Yue, Gaochang, Nanyun, and the four kingdoms rose together.

No matter which country he is for, he is not a glorious figure, but he has to implicate the disgraceful past of the four countries. Therefore, in the history books of the four kingdoms, there is no record of him.

Yan Qing's eyes were deep and far-reaching, as if he had crossed the person in front of him and looked at the world more than three hundred years ago.

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