The scorching wind passed through the lotus pond outside the pavilion, setting off layers of green waves, as if the color was blurred? Blowing open the half-hidden door of the Yao Pavilion and lifting the white gauze tent......

The scorching summer breeze blew in, but it couldn't warm the room.

As if with the snowflakes of the Northland? It was blown into the maternity room of the main pavilion......

A basin of clear water came in, and when he went out, he was dyed a dazzling red, as if it was red over the noon sun and red over the scorching sun.

"Madame! Madam! You hold on, the child has come out, you hold on! ”

The voice was hoarse, with crying, with anxiety, and the grandmother was full of tears, calling out to the pale woman on the couch?

When I opened my eyes, I saw this bleak scene—

The pale-faced woman lay there weakly, as if the scorching heat of this summer day could not resist the cold of her body?

Looking around, Rao has never entered the delivery room to see this depression, a few girls are busy, and they still seem empty and lonely.

On the side of the bed, Mama took a few pieces of ginseng from the coffee table, stuffed them into the woman's mouth, and muttered: "This is the most rejuvenating thousand-year-old mountain ginseng, it will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine......

Repeating to the end, I don't know if it's for the woman? Or read it to yourself.

With anxiety, with panic, with a little incoherent?

The expression was in a trance and desolate.

The girls in the room are in and out, counting? No more than a palm, it seems that the film is rewinded, and it is still a basin of clear water? Pots of blood were brought out.

How many maids are sweating profusely? It is far less than the woman's irrepressible trickle of blood, and the red gradually penetrates the snow-colored brocade moire satin bedding under her, like a bewitching manzhu sawahua? The wanton stretching of the teeth and five claws spreads.

"Child, child......"

The woman on the couch spoke in a low voice, almost muttering, which made people wonder if this weak voice would be shattered by the sound of the wind passing through the hall?

"Let me see...... It's mine...... Child..."

The woman struggled to open her eyes, but still only opened a slit, which made people feel like they would close in the next second? I can't open it anymore.

Mama always paid attention to the woman, and naturally heard this weak voice.

She hurriedly picked up the child from the table next to her, who had no time to take care of it from birth to the present, and put it next to the woman......

The woman tilted her head, raised her hand with great effort, and stroked the child's cheek with great care and gentleness?

In fact, there is no need to slow down the strength so deliberately, and the woman herself has no strength left, but it is the end of the candle, and it is very close to shaking.

But she still caresses her cheeks gently with emotion and sadness as if she has only existed today.

As for what that means?

The current baby still doesn't understand, she only feels that the tentacles are cold, but she still has the warmth of maternal love? It's warm and touches the bottom of my heart.

"Kid, laugh one?"

The woman's voice seemed to be broken by the wind, fluttering in the cold air.

Mama smiled bitterly and said, "This child didn't cry just now, I almost forgot, I should cry, where can I laugh......"

As he spoke, his voice was choked up, with a trill, who was mourning and pleading?

"Madam, take a break, we'll watch the child later, okay?"

She got up and wanted to hold the child away, but she didn't know where the strength came from. I couldn't pull it for a while.

I only heard the woman sigh lightly, a little helpless, who reluctantly smiled? Still so gentle, with a request, with a firmness that cannot be refused.

"One last look, Yu."

Mama was stunned, let go of her hand, and saw the woman's eyes looking at the infant child gently and sadly, which made people feel nostalgic when they saw it? But he felt powerless......

I heard her say—

"Child, laugh at it, mother, please."

As she spoke, her eyes were red, as if she was about to burst into tears?

There was a moment of silence, who smiled bitterly?

"Cluck, cluck."

The child squinted and smiled?!

At this time, the child thought, maybe she is the first child who has not cried and laughed since birth, for these hands that are wrapped in tenderness, warm her eyes, and cold for her, but want to warm her.

The child unfolded his first sincere and pure smile since he was born in this world? At the same time, to commemorate the passing away red face Shaohua, the only experience of maternal love in this life?

Because anyone can see that—

She, or as she should be called a mother, is already at the end of her power.

"Madame, look! The child laughed, laughed! ”

Mama's eyes were filled with tears, and her eyelids almost couldn't bear the weight of the tears? Almost broke the embankment!

Her tone trembled with excitement or sadness, who was trembling and calling?

"Madam, she understands, she understands, ma'am!"

At this time, the grandmother finally burst into tears, because the sad parting atmosphere in the air that did not know when it would come, was reconciled with the joy and excitement of the birth of the child? Neutralize the sour and tearful atmosphere?

For joy, for sorrow, at this time?

There should be tears.

The anxious voice of a woman came from a distance outside the door, as if someone was eagerly blocking it.

"Sir, sir! You can't go in there! ”

The sharp and excited tone did not stop the man's firm footsteps, like walking on the wind.

As soon as the handsome man enters the door, the first thing he sees is the frail woman on the couch? At that moment, his heart ached, so he turned his head away and did not look at the baby in swaddling clothes.

Who has a bitter voice?

"Wanrou, don't you really say it? This one...... Whose child is it? ”

His tone was bitter and sad, blended together, and he still had a little regret when he read the name of 'Wanrou'?

In the end?

There was only a cold bone, as if wrapped in this sharp ice flower, but the tone was sour and hoarse, but the words and sentences were like splashing snow and knife light, cutting and tearing the heart of the woman on the couch, shattered, and flesh and blood flying.

After being silent for a long time, the woman smiled bitterly, and I don't know where she got the strength to sit up?

Mama hurriedly went to help, turned her head and said angrily!

"Master, Madame has always been innocent, how can you question and insult Madame because of gossip from the outside world! What kind of character is Madame, others don't understand, don't you understand?! ”

When a passage fell, he was already in tears, and his humiliated and angry eyes glared fiercely at the man who refused to look at him squarely, eager to tear out his heart and bones?

The woman gasped for a long time, and then spoke slowly, who smiled bitterly?

"If the lord doesn't believe me, why do you have to ask this?"

When she spoke, she didn't know if it was heartache or anger? Excited to the extreme, it is more calm, but his face is crimson, as if he has become energetic in an instant?

In a blink of an eye, the dying woman spoke without a pause and gasp, and seemed to speak?

"The child is yours, if you don't believe it, I, Meng Wanrou, will die to admonish myself for innocence, so as you wish!"

She paused word by word, with sonorous strength, as if every word was beating people's hearts, and her flesh and blood were broken?

The man's sleeve and hand trembled violently, and he was able to hold it steady, his expression was half painful and half guilty, and his voice trembled-

"Wanrou, I'...... I ......"

He couldn't say anything for a long time, and his mouth swirled, mixed with endless pain and pain? Eventually—

Turned into a sigh.

Looking back, the woman no longer looked at him, only picked up the child, and choked up—

"My mother can't accompany you anymore, Yan'er, my Yan'er, I want you to be free, I want you to fly happily and wantonly, don't repeat my mother's mistakes."

The words fell, and he hit the bedpost headlong, and he definitely didn't have nostalgia!

'Bang'!

The heart and liver of the straight church tremble, and the internal organs are burned!

At the same time, the man who sounded at the same time was mixed with great pain and great sorrow, and the voice that roared out was hoarse and desperate, hoarse and broken!

"Gentle !!"

The man closed his eyes in pain, and the blood on the bed dripped down the edge of the brocade quilt, exploding like a midnight fireworks.

Gradually solidifying, gradually cooling.

I wonder if it's like the woman's mood at the last moment of her life? All that remained was desolation, numbness.

On the swaddling clothes, there was still the warmth of her mother, and she looked up in her mother's arms and saw the woman's smart and flickering eyes.

Just eyes?

can make people have infinite admiration, the peerless and beautiful clear eyes gradually closed, her gaze is strong and persistent? It seems that she wants to remember this vivid and vivid woman who gave her the only time in her two lives to be called her mother's temperature, and imprint this woman who gave her the only time of tenderness in her soul?

Keep it in mind.

Let's do it—

Blood dripped down Meng Wanrou's cheeks and dripped on the center of the child's eyebrows in swaddling clothes? Like a little cinnabar, scorching its brilliance, can not be a thing?

Mama picked up the swaddling clothes with tears in her eyes, looked at the child in her arms, and her eyes flashed with hatred! And then it gradually returned to peace.

The child felt that perhaps for Mama, she was born with sin.

The strength of hatred she felt at that moment just now, like it would fall on her neck with such a force in the next second? And then gradually return to the original calm.

When Mama calmed down and finally spoke, who said coldly?

"Since General Dongfang doesn't want to see this child, the old slave will take her back to the Zhenguo Mansion, presumably Meng Guogong wants to see her."

As he spoke, he walked out with his swaddling clothes in his arms.

How is this scorching summer, also so cold?