Lingering: "Yes." She sighed, "You were only four years old at that time, and I was absolutely reluctant, but the pursuers were extremely vicious all the way, and there were many dead and wounded in the old department, and if you were not handed over, everyone would die...... Xuehuai, don't blame me...... At that time, I always thought that as long as I lived, I would be able to see each other again. ”

Xue Huai: "Don't you worry that someone will disobey you and kill me in private while promising you?" ”

"How can you not be worried?" So Mo Zhinan has become your master and has been protecting you. She looked at Xue Huai's expression and added, "I know he doesn't treat you well...... But he raised you, taught you martial arts and knowledge, and took you down the mountain after you were fourteen years old...... I am grateful to him. ”

Xue Huai: "Why is he in a dilemma? ”

Lingering Taiqiang: "He still didn't tell you?" She sighed lightly, "The literati are arrogant, and the warriors are righteous, and he has them all." Both wanted, naturally there was no good outcome. He was originally a fine work inserted into the Great Xia court by the North Court, but because he was deeply favored by the emperor and swayed between the two, and because he was trapped by tenderness because of marrying the princess of the curtain court, he never knew whether to be loyal to the monarch or Shunyi, so that he swayed left and right and was trapped all his life. ”

Xue Huai remembered the Dharma name "Idealism" that the master gave him, and he was related for a while.

"Xue Huai, the current mother doesn't know you now," Yingtai Qiang stared at him earnestly, "but mother wants you to get the pull you deserve" She looked at him lovingly, "That was everything you were born with at your fingertips, but now you have to work hard to earn and fight, it's really hard for you." ”

Xue Huai was slightly moved, looked at the mother who suddenly appeared, and said softly: "What I deserve is not the same as what I want." Are you interested in knowing what I want? ”

Yingtai Qiang paused slightly, and smiled gently: "You." ”

Xue Huai said softly: "Hanging pots to study medicine, pushing pictures and playing chess, bathing in the rain and watching flowers, boiling water and cooking tea - I yearn for such days." ”

Yingtaiqiang's good-looking brows frowned slightly, and she persuaded, "I understand." You've been like this all these years, you're used to days like this, it's okay, even if you become an emperor, it's still okay, it's not a conflict. ”

Xue Huai stared at her eyes seriously and said, "You didn't understand. These are my habits and strengths over the years. I won't know the killing calculations that the emperor needs, the bloody rivers and mountains, and the clouds and rain. Therefore, no matter what bloodline I am, now I am no longer suitable to sit on the dragon throne, and it is not wise to entrust thousands of people and the society to me. ”

"How so?" Lingering Taiqiang's water-like eyes flashed with anxiety, "The most important thing in inheritance is the bloodline, and if you have this bloodline, no one can match it!" What's more, there are many capable ministers who can assist you, and your performance in Lanxi shows that you can take on a great responsibility, and the people of Yingtai are proud of you, and they are waiting for you to lead Yingtai back to glory! ”

"Xue Huai," Ying Taiqiang held his arms, "for mother's sake, for so many clans' sake, you must not think crookedly, you know?" ”

The ink pool in Xue's eyes was quiet, without waves.

Lingering Qiang stared at him earnestly, wanting him an affirmative answer, but he didn't wait for a reply, only his arm was slowly pressed down by Xue Huai. She watched Xue Huai skillfully wash and chop vegetables, grind melons and fruits, mash beans, stir and knead these ingredients and noodles, and then put them in a pot to steam, and finally cover the pot and go to the fire again - obviously she has done it many times, and she can't help but be a little angry.

"Don't you know?" Haunting Taiqiang's tone was already full of anger.

Xue Huai looked at the fire, took out a plate and began to arrange the pickled green bamboo shoots for matching. He said lightly: "From the beginning of my life, when I was hungry and chatting, I only found food by myself, and no one cared." At the age of four or five, he will only find some food that others have made or don't want to eat, and at the age of seven, he can already cook simple meals, but if he doesn't have ingredients, he has nowhere to find, and even if he can do it, he will be hungry and full, until he is nine years old, and he can do more work and exchange some ingredients with his brothers, so that he can have two full meals a day. He laid out the green bamboo shoots almost reverently, and there was a coolness in his faint tone, "If you cook far away, I'm already starving to death." ”

Yingtai Qiang was stunned and stunned, and said half-loudly: "Mo Zhinan, didn't he give you a full meal?" ”