Chapter 21: Little Frost

Yue Qingyan woke up in a sharp pain.

Feeling her own situation, her body was tormented by a gut-breaking poison.

"Wake up, I haven't found anything, what do you think I should do with you!"

The words are soft, but the meaning is unusually cruel.

She couldn't speak, but at this moment, a heart-rending cry sounded above her head.

With a tight heart, she forcibly raised her head, but she saw a frightened scene.

I saw Han Zhenqi holding several steel needles and stabbing them into the child's body.

"Don't."

Yue Qingyan tried her best and pounced.

"Let him go, beg you, I'll get you whatever you want."

"Don't you think it's a little late to say this now!"

Raised his leg and kicked his grip out.

She was already injured and poisoned, how could she withstand this, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But at this time, she couldn't care about these things, the baby's voice was slowly weakening, and the steel needle was like inserting it into her heart, and her heart was dripping blood.

"He'll be back."

At this time, Yue Qingyan could only open her mouth intermittently.

"Save my child, otherwise, you never, also, don't think, get something."

Han Zhenqi's heart moved, it seems that this woman really has a hand.

Give him medicine and don't die.

Hearing the other party's answer, after all, he couldn't hold on and fainted.

The baby is naturally saved, the steel needle looked pierced fiercely, in fact, it did not hurt the vital point, but it was pierced on several large points in the body, but if it was not treated quickly, even if it hurt, it could hurt him to death.

I think this person is ruthless enough, and he can do such a poisonous thing to his own children.

At sunrise, Yue Qingyan woke up from a coma, and the silence of the room made her panic, and she was about to look for it but found Han Zhenqi sitting on a small table.

"Where's the kid?"

The voice was hoarse and eager, but there was panic inside.

"Let's talk about it when I wake up, my patience is limited, if I hide other ......"

The words are not finished, but the meaning is already understood by the listeners.

Yue Qingyan did not procrastinate, and told the truth of the matter.

"The inheritance of the saints requires a ritual, which must be done by the saints of the previous generation. Otherwise, Lingyu would not accept the new saint. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Han Zhenqi understood the key, the new saintess had not yet been selected, so that person would definitely look for her this time.

"How soon will he come?"

"This injury hurts the spirit."

Yue Qingyan didn't say anything to death, it was good for her to be able to drag on for a day.

"Give you four years, if he hasn't come by then, you should know that there are countless ways to let a person live and die, and there is no need for the superfluous to exist."

The words fell, and he got up and left

Looking at the departing figure, Yue Qingyan's whole person was paralyzed, this time she avoided it, what if it was okay? She drew a big question mark in her mind.

But then, a touch of ruthlessness appeared on her face, and she secretly decided in her heart that the child couldn't be okay no matter what.

Time flies like a white horse.

In the small garden of Tsinghua Garden, a small child was looking at the flowers in a daze, and a cold voice came.

"Frost, where have you gone!"

The soft voice called back the child's mind.

"The child is here."

Immature voice, with undeserved calmness.

This child is the frost of childhood.

"How did you get here? Have you learned all the things that your mother left for you? ”

A shadow came slowly from the corridor.

"If you go back to your mother's words, it's all done."

Little Frost whispered.

He didn't understand why his mother always had a myriad of things for him to learn.

From crying at the beginning, it gradually became a habit later. No matter how he becomes, his mother always seems to have this cold expression.

"Mother, have you remembered everything you were taught this month?"

Yue Qingyan asked at one time.

"I remembered, I will never forget."

Little Frost answered truthfully.

At this time, he was already a little impatient, her mother, since she was a child, never really cared about him. Even when it hurts every once in a while, it's just a cold look.

Every time he is only asked to learn something, he will pay a little attention. He didn't learn much this month, he memorized countless times, and he was already very impatient.

It was precisely because he didn't take a serious look at the person in front of him that he didn't find the light of love, expectation, and reluctance that flashed in his mother's eyes.

That kind of look he had never seen before.

Yue Qingyan looked at the child in front of her carefully.

The baby in swaddling clothes has also grown up.

He learned to be strong and patient, but he lost the innocence that a child should have.

In the past few years, every time the child looks at her, he doesn't know how the loss in his eyes is. But she can't, the road ahead needs him to go alone.

I can't care how the child blames her now, I can only endure it and teach him to face everything by himself, because no one can accompany him on the road ahead.

Thinking about it like this, it hurts again in my heart.

On this day, Xiao Hanshuang had a very strange time, and his mother said a lot of things to him, some of which he could understand, and many of which he didn't understand.

But my mother said it didn't matter, if you don't understand it now, you will understand it slowly in the future.

At nightfall, the little frost fell into a deep sleep because of the fatigue of the day.

For the first time in my memory, I was able to see my mother before I went to sleep. But he didn't have any joy in his heart, he always felt that something was wrong, but because he was too small, he couldn't think of it.

Looking at this sleeping little man, Yue Qingyan was slightly distracted.

Little Hanshuang didn't know that whenever he fell asleep, his mother would appear in front of the bed, just watching quietly, until he was quietly leaving before dawn, and so on.

"Mother's baby! You've got to be good! My mother can't be with you anymore. ”

A gentle kiss fell on the center of Frost's eyebrows, and two lines of tears slowly dripped down, with reluctance and determination, Yue Qingyan turned around and left.

The moment the door closed, the sleeping frost seemed to feel something, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face was slightly uneasy.

No matter what, mother and son are always connected.

The next morning, Little Frost was woken up by a loud noise.

Climb out of bed and walk to the source of the sound.

When I went out, I found that there were many people standing or kneeling in front of my mother's door, and a bad premonition hit my heart.

He ran over quickly, but just crossed over and stopped suddenly.

The mother was lying motionless on the ground in front of her at the moment, thinking about it, but she couldn't take a step.

His mother once told him what it was to die, and he couldn't believe it, why did he ...... today when he was so good yesterday

Although their mother and son are not close, no matter what, this is his only relative.

In his mind, what his mother said to him before going to bed, in the face of his father, even if he pretended to be naïve, he knew that the pain on his body came from that person, and it was not his father, but this matter, only their mother and son knew.

Thoughts were racing, but they were only for a moment

Xiao Hanshuang walked to Yue Qingyan's side and squatted down with a confused face, grabbed her sleeve and shook it gently.

"My mother got up and went to play with Shuang'er. Mother, get up quickly, it's cold on the ground, and you'll get sick if you lie on it.

The immature voice sounded in the courtyard, which was noisy, but at the moment it was silent, only the childish man was left, calling softly.

"That's enough."

A low cry sounded, and Little Frost's body trembled slightly, and she looked up at the source of the sound, her jewel-like eyes filled with mist

Han Zhenqi was about to explode at this time, this damn woman actually put him along.

Thinking of what Yue Qingyan said before he died, he couldn't wait to slap this evil obstacle to death now.

When I came to Tsinghua Garden at dawn, I thought that the deadline had been reached, and I said that everything was going to be stopped, but I didn't expect that what I was waiting for was such a result.

"Han Zhenqi will tell you the truth, I don't know when Shang Qi will come, but he will definitely come."

Yueqingren's face was cold, but he didn't have the slightest fear.

"You're looking for death."

Han Zhenqi felt that his majesty had been provoked, and he just wanted to make a move but heard the person on the other side say again.

"The saint is passed down every twenty years, from generation to generation, so he will definitely come and pay it back. The child has my blood, as long as he is good, you will definitely get what you want. ”

After saying this last sentence, Yue Qingyun slowly fell down, and there was no more sound.

Looking at the child in front of him, Han Zhenqi said in a deep voice.

"Come here."

Xiao Hanshuang looked at him, but did not move.

"I called you over, I didn't hear you."

There was anger in his voice.

A little frost let go of the sleeve in his hand and slowly moved over.

"You know who I am."

Little Frost nodded.

"Did your mother teach you anything before?"

The child's face is unknown.

"I'm asking you if she taught you anything."

Hearing the question, the little face was full of deep thought, and just when Han Zhenqi's patience was exhausted, he said timidly.

"My mother taught me strange paintings."

"What?"

Xiao Hanshuang took a piece of white paper and slowly drew a simple six-pointed star on it, with a circle in the middle, and a simple rune on each corner, but the strange thing is that when this picture was drawn, a strange energy fluctuation appeared in the air.

The child said that when he finished painting, he stood by and did not move.

Han Zhenqi looked at the picture and thought deeply for a while.

He asked questions, but he didn't expect the child to say a painting.

I took out another piece of blank paper, followed the picture, and drew it in the same order as before.

But when it was done, there was no response.

The brow is furrowed.

"What were you thinking about when you painted it?"

"Oh, I don't think I'm going to make a mistake."

This made Han Zhenqi a little depressed when he heard this, is it really necessary to have blood, it seems that he can only wait a little longer, as long as he can get something, he still has time.

"Take this woman away, this place is sealed, and you can't trespass without permission in the future."

After speaking, he lowered his eyes and looked at the child below.

"In the future, he will live in the Tingfeng Garden in the East Garden, find someone to wait, if something goes wrong, you don't have to live."

Turn and leave.

Xiao Hanshuang stood in the courtyard and watched everyone, busy before and after, until someone carried his mother away from the ground, he reacted and pounced.

"Mother, let go of my mother, where are you going to take her?"

Frost cried, but his body was hugged by someone, and he couldn't break free at all, tears dripped down the corners of his eyes, but then he couldn't control it, at this time he had already ignored everything else, this tear was flowing along the sadness in his heart, and there was no need to play it again, because it had already entered his heart.

Mother, you don't want me anymore, do you?

The heavens seemed to be screaming for the child, and it was raining, and the cold rain seemed to have cooled into Little Frost's heart.