"Yes, don't you remember......" Lingering Taiqiang was slightly disappointed, and then sighed, "It's all fate." ”

Xue Huai: "When I first arrived at the temple, I always had nightmares, and there were always swords, swords, and shadows crying in my dreams, probably ...... It's you. ”

Yingtai Qiang seemed to suddenly see hope, and hurriedly said: "Naturally it's me, who else will run and cry for you besides your mother?" Xue Huai, the mother-son relationship is difficult to repair for a hundred years, and the mother is just such a son as you, you ...... Don't make your mother sad, okay? ”

Xue Huai: "I won't go back on what I promised." ”

Yingtai Qiang's face really loosened slightly, the ink in Xue Huai's eyes was calm and calm, and his tone was also light: "Father and his imperial concubine, what happened to him?" ”

Yingtai Qiang sighed: "Your father turned the tiger away from the mountain, and he himself rushed to the front to lead away the pursuers, so that his secret guards and elites all escorted the woman to escape, but on the way, he was besieged by an ambush and the soldiers of the other concubines, and died in the melee. As for your father," said Lingering Rose, with a slight smile, "he refused to compromise with the rebels, and he did not want to take the throne, so he killed himself." ”

Xue Huai's eyes dimmed, and he said, "It's ...... Tragic. ”

Seeing that he didn't say much, Yingtai Qiang said a little impatiently: "You don't ask who killed your father, and you don't ask who the enemy is?!" ”

"It's not hard to guess when there are a few important ministers in the court." Xue Huai finished faintly, took out the snacks in the steamer and put them in the tray, and put a cup of warm fresh soup in the tray, looking like he was leaving. Yingtaiqiang had a kind of resentment that iron could not be made of steel, and suppressed her anger and said slowly: "The female general who is very close to you, her family-in-law is the number one enemy."

Xue Huai's expression did not change, and she said lightly: "It was between her father and my father, and it had nothing to do with her." ”

Haunting Taiqiang's completely incomprehensible expression: "What are you?" The Father's Debt and the Son's Righteousness! ”

Xue Huai didn't say anything more, picked up the tray and looked at her, and said calmly: "Mother, goodbye." ”

Lingering Taiqiang was slightly shocked when she heard his mother, as if she wanted to hear it again, but what she blurted out as she always thought: "Goodbye?" ”

Xue Huai said "um" and said, "You can do it yourself." Then he walked out with the tray.

Yingtaiqiang watched her son walk out, and suddenly called: "Jing Xuan." ”

Xue Huai's footsteps paused.

Yingtai Qiang Shao looked at his back: "Your name, Jing Xuan." ”

Xue Huai lowered his head slightly, and said in a low and clear voice: "Thank you." ”

Is it thank you for telling me the name, or thank you for giving birth to him?

Yingtaiqiang wants to ask, and she wants to ask a lot more. She suddenly felt that Fang Cai's conversation was meaningless, and the only thing she could hold on to was her own son—not at all.

Her son didn't even ask her what her identity was and how many titles she felt, this was a message that she had discussed with the people of the clan to tell her son in person, and wanted her son to be surprised and shocked. And her son just asked her, "Have you ever asked me if I'm well fed and warmly dressed?" ”

No, not once

She just glanced at him from a distance, saw that he was cleaning the fallen leaves in the court, and left in a hurry when he looked like he was healthy and safe, busy going to Mo Zhinan to discuss future plans, and didn't have time to look at her son more.

After so many years of running for her people, planning for herself, and planning for her son, she has always thought that she deserves everything she wants, and has always thought that what she has lost is what she deserves. However, at this moment, she looked at the back of her only son slowly leaving, and only felt that something important was passing by, and she couldn't hold it at all.

His back was tall and broad at this time, but it gradually coincided with the figure sweeping the fallen leaves in the past, just as she couldn't pounce and hug it back then, and now she can't hold on to it even a little.

She opened her mouth to ask the chief guard, who was not far away, to help her catch her son, but she didn't speak, and watched as her only son passed by the chief guard, turned the porch, and disappeared.