At night, the sound of wind and rain fell on the simple wooden shed, ticking as if playing the piano.

Inside a simple wooden shed, behind a slightly transparent drape.

Yan Ji Xiangyu put her hand on the circle chair, twisted the handkerchief in one hand, gently covered her nose and coughed a few times, she was nearly forty years old, and she was sick, but the charm still existed, and she was still touching when she saw it.

Cheng Mo was behind her, patted her on the back gently, and said softly, "It's time to rest." ”

Calming down his body and mind, no longer coughing, Yan Jixiang clenched his handkerchief tightly and laughed deeply: "You often go to see me secretly, if it weren't for this, there wouldn't be such a situation." ”

Knowing that she is no longer the queen who once loved all kinds of favors, without the help of her mother's family, there will be no sweetness in the end, and she will fall into the day of becoming a commoner.

However, if he left a life, he was tormented in life and death.

"You don't have enough to eat and don't have warm clothes every day, I don't go to see you again, can I feel at ease?" Cheng Mo walked back to the previous chair and sat down slowly, preoccupied.

"The old thing is brought up again, the pain of worrying my heart, it's just that, don't mention it," Yan Jixiang rubbed his eyebrows, and glanced at Cheng Mo depressedly, he hadn't taken a good look for a long time, and there was still a young man who used to have a smile on his face.

Like, his smile is now given to that woman, right?

"Mo'er, now, away from the palace gate, far away from the royal family, and without power, what do you think?" Yan Jixiang asked.

"Seclusion, self-reliance," Cheng Mo's eyes seemed to have light, as if there was no light.

“…… It's okay," Yan Jixiang pondered for a long time, and then said, "What do you think about what I talked to you about last night?" ”

"I've thought about it, wait for the house to be built," Cheng Mo looked a little flustered, and hurriedly sorted out the clothes that were not wrinkled at all.

"Okay, then, I'll visit you personally," Yan Jixiang's pale face finally smiled.

"Well, then I'll go rest," Cheng Mo got up and wanted to leave, but was pulled by Yan Ji Xiangfu.

Yan Jixiang was full of regret in her heart, took his hand, and said bitterly, "Child, if there is an opportunity, don't let her step into the palace and suffer the endless suffering." ”

Cheng Mo smiled rarely: "Don't worry, she doesn't care about the title without gimmicks, she just wants to live in peace and well-behaved, and she is also very well-behaved, I hope that when the time comes, you don't embarrass her, let alone yourself!" ”

"That's good, you guys are good," Yan Jixiang only thought in his heart, if he really had three longs and two shorts, they would have to keep filial piety for three years, and at that time, he was worried that they wouldn't even have a chance to meet.

The most beloved children are Cheng Mo and Li'er, seeing them experience life and death, thinking about it makes my heart like a knife, and ten thousand arrows pierce my heart.

"Jue'er," Yan Jixiang remembered that he still had a son, "is he embarrassing you?" ”

"Give him a chance to change," Cheng Mo sincerely comforted Yan Jixiang, "You can communicate with him more in the future, don't let him feel that there is no place for him in this family!" ”

Woke up with a word, Yan Jixiang's brain twitched, shook, the handkerchief in his hand was squeezed tighter, and he muttered: "My fault is my negligence." ”

Yan Jixiang's most disoptimistic heir is Cheng Jue, who is exactly the same as Cheng Xiao, since he beat him to the ground, and then raised him as an adult, the more he looks at it, the more he looks like it, his good impression of him plummets, and he is tired of seeing him once.

If he is a little nicer, there is only the eldest princess Cheng Che.

Now he has made a big mistake, which has caused hundreds of people to fall, and he is even more disgusted with him.

Today, Cheng Mo mentioned that the fault of the original reasons actually came from her mother, who looked at him horizontally and did not want to see him.

If the Son does not teach, the Father is guilty. Women are not lazy, mother's fault.

Cheng Jue has a deep resentment in his heart, and he looks at everyone coldly, and he has no one in his eyes.

Yan Jixiang gradually let go of Cheng Mo's hand, and saw that his hands were covered with thick calluses, which were left over from the long-term use of weapons.

Presumably Jue'er, too, right?

How long has it been since you looked at him, lectured him, or listened to him?

None of these.

Yan Jixiang's tears slid down her cheeks, gently wiped them away, and pushed Cheng Mo's arm, "It's getting late, you go back, I'll be quiet." ”

Cheng Mo bowed, "Then you should rest earlier." ”

Through the drapery, Cheng Mo looked back slightly, Yan Jixiang was sitting in the circle chair, weak and helpless, this was the first time I saw her think about one thing so seriously.

The best love was given to Cheng Mo and Cheng Lier, if she had given a little love to Cheng Jue at the beginning, wouldn't it have been so bad?

Shaking his head slightly, Cheng Mo stood under the eaves, the rain was light, and the drizzle was fluttering.

In the dark night, there were only a few lanterns hanging in front of the door, and the faint light was tinged with some haze, and it was too far to see.

Cheng Mo walked around the corner and wanted to reach out and push open the door to enter the house to rest, but he could see a corner of a person wearing a cloak and a hat.

Cheng Mo took a step back, leaning against the door with his arms folded, with a face that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Cheng Mo's expression was indifferent, but his eyes looked directly at the person under the corner.

The man in the cloak removed his hat, and his face appeared in the dim candlelight.

Cheng Mo was not surprised.

The person who came was Xiyu's father-in-law.

Xiyu looked around, and when she saw that no one was coming, she took out a gold box from her sleeve and handed it to Cheng Mo: "Now, I have to call you Gongzi!" ”

The tone is slightly delicate, and the man's voice is like a woman's glutinous voice.

This voice is what Cheng Mo is most tired of.

But he still took the gold box with a blank face, and did not react to the gold box, holding it in the palm of his hand.

"The minion delivered the important letter and took his leave."

Cheng Mo didn't say a word, blinked slightly, pushed open the door and entered the house.

I don't want to investigate when there is one more person in the house.

Looking at him with extremely cold eyes, he walked straight to the desk, put the gold box on the table, found the key in the purse, and opened the gold lock of the gold box.

Refreshed, Yue Zhuo leaned on the circle chair, seeing that he was so calm, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he also got up and walked over to see what he was doing.

No matter what the current trend is, Emperor Yu Xuan's fake drama is really done, or the real drama is fake.

Every time he poured salt on the wound, he lifted the scar that had healed again, and it was repeated over and over again.

Cheng Mo shouldn't have cared about what was in the golden box, but when he thought of protecting her, as long as it was a letter box sent by Yu Xuan, he would open it and look at it carefully, but after reading it, it was something inconsequential, and he was angry when he thought about it.

After Cheng Mo read it, he tore up the letters in the gold box and threw them into the small stove, which turned into ashes after a while.

For the death-free gold medal, Cheng Mo was very surprised and put it away.

Only then did he raise his eyes and look at the silence that had been on the side, and his eyes were more and more profound.

"What, you're sending something again?" Yue Zhuo snorted, "I don't understand, what is the trade-off between the royal families, is it a game?" ”

Cheng Mo gave him a blank look, put away the death-free gold medal, picked up the barbed wooden stick on the table, and made a gesture to push him out, "Late at night, I want to rest." ”

Yue Zhuo couldn't laugh, carefully avoided the barbed stick, and flashed to the door.