(Cat flutter Chinese ) The night was dark, when a round of Xuanyue hung high in the sky, Xiao Yan stood in the flower hall of Anchangju, watching the old lady in the mansion do the final finishing for Liu Ling, change into a long dress with red forged nine chrysanthemum patterns, and paint the most exquisite makeup, Li Zhong invited the Taoist priest of the whole Huaguan on the outskirts of the city to perform things for Liu Lingling to surpass her soul, hoping that she could ascend to Bliss as soon as possible.

Looking at the thin and withered willow cocos in the Nanmu coffin, Xiao Yan couldn't help rubbing the corners of his sleeves, and he couldn't say a word of a thousand words at a moment......

"Father...... What about my mother, I want to see my mother's ......" was looking at Liu Poria's body silently, Xiao Yan's clothes were gently held by a small hand, and a timid voice appeared in Xiao Yan's ears, when he looked down, the red spots on his face had not faded, and the whole person looked extremely pitiful The child fell into Xiao Yan's eyes like this, at this moment, he opened a pair of innocent eyes, looking at himself, which made Xiao Yan feel full of taste.

"The child recognized his life, as soon as he woke up, he clamored for her mother to ask her ** mother and grandmother, crying and almost shouting hoarse, I had no choice but to bring him here, mother and son are connected, let this child see her mother's last face."

After tossing in the courtyard for such an afternoon, when Luo Qingyu's ears were not clean, such a big Nanmu coffin stopped in front of the door of the main courtyard, and the blood-covered Liu Poria was carried out of the main courtyard from her eyes, Luo Qingyu was watching all the time, and she only felt embarrassed.

As soon as the child woke up, he cried and shouted to his mother, even an old man like Fumei Mama couldn't take the child for a moment, the child without a mother was like a grass, seeing the child crying hoarsely and even hating to breathe, Luo Qingyu still couldn't bear it, and went to the wing room to wash the child's face, and coaxed the child to Anchangju.

As soon as he entered here, the child stopped crying, looking at the big Nanmu coffin in the flower hall, the child was stunned, looking very cramped, looking at Luo Qingyu who brought him, and then looked at Xiao Yan on the side, and finally chose to go to Xiao Yan and ask him where his mother went!

"Your mother has passed away, can your father hold you to see her for the last time?" At that moment, Xiao Yan looked at the ignorant child who was still ignorant, picked him up from the ground, carried him to the Nanmu coffin, pointed to the bloodless Liu Poria in the coffin, and told the child in his arms, whether he could understand it or not, as if he was communicating with an adult, wanting to let this five-year-old child know that her mother could not come back.

"When I die, is it just like the little bird that my mother raised for me, after it dies, it will never call again, and it will never be able to play with me again, is my mother the same?"

The little child's face is now full of red rashes and swollen, and his face already looks extremely pitiful, but when his words are spoken, not to mention Xiao Yan, even Luo Qingyu, who is standing at the door, feels extremely sour in his heart, in fact, the child understands everything......

"Hmm!" Xiao Yan took a deep breath, nodded, reached out and touched the child's slightly messy hair, pursed his lips and smiled bitterly.

"Then can I hug my mother, kiss her, I miss her so much, I haven't hugged my mother for a long time, kissed my mother, can I?" After hearing Xiao Yan's words, the child's tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably, and the tears of the bean were stained all over his cheeks, making him look more and more pitiful and helpless, and the little fleshy hand held Xiao Yan's sleeve tightly, and said with expectation and grievance.

"Go ahead."

Xiao Yan reached out and wiped away his tears with his thick palm, and put him in the coffin, which was considered to be the fulfillment of the child's last wish for her mother.

The child was put into the coffin, he cautiously came to his mother's side, touched her cheek, kissed a kiss, and lay down on his mother's body, where he could no longer hear the intimate voice and familiar heartbeat, reluctant tears rolled down his eyes, wetting the clothes on Liu Poria's body, at that moment, the child in the coffin could no longer hold back the howl and cry, the little hands lying on this body dragged the body again and again, trying to wake up the mother in the coffin, hoping that she could still be like the original, stroked his forehead and gently called "Chen'er......" to himself

That kind of picture only breaks the hearts of those who watch!

Xiao Yan took a lot of effort to pick up the child from Liu Poria's body, watching him sobbing and crying until he was silent, his heart felt like a huge stone had been pressed, making him breathless.

I don't know how long it took, the crying tired child fell asleep on Xiao Yan's shoulder, Luo Qingyu saw that Xiao Yan was full of guilt, but she couldn't bear it, so she helped take the child and held it in her hand, and the five-year-old child made her hold it seemed a little difficult.

"You go and take care of Concubine Liu's death, I'll take him back, and I'll find a doctor for him to take a look at it later, it's good that I still have a father without my mother, you take care of him more in the future, even if it is to make up for it, people can't be resurrected after death, it's useless to be sad and sad now, I can't comfort him, and I know that you are not happy......"

A person's life is less fragile than a roadside weed, and when the weeds will grow again in the next year, people only have that life, which is really indescribably short.

Holding the half-grown child in her arms, Luo Qingyu spoke to Xiao Yan on the side, not knowing what to say, Xiao Yan saw that she was trying hard to rely on herself, she only nodded happily, and took Li Zhong to let people pick up the coffin and go to Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing to incinerate Liu Poria's bones, which was regarded as fulfilling her last wish.

The cemetery is selected in the peach blossom forest not far from Zhuangzi, Liu Poria loves peach blossoms the most, Xiao Yan ordered someone to set up a monument under the best peach blossom tree, hoping that she will be able to watch the flowers of this peach blossom forest bloom and fall from now on, and can rest in peace under the nine springs!

After Xiao Yan left, Luo Qingyu returned to the main courtyard with the sleeping child who was still sobbing in his arms, the doctor was already waiting in the hospital, Luo Qingyu took the child and went back to his inner room directly, let him sleep on his bed, and didn't bother to move him to the wing room again, anyway, he was crying when he went to the wing, it was better to save some trouble and coax him directly.

It can be regarded as empathy, the motherless child is pitiful, and now that he doesn't even know anyone around him, wouldn't he be even more helpless, if he really wakes up and cries, Xiao Yan is back, and he will probably feel better when he sees Xiao Yan.

"I let the stove boil some porridge for this child, seeing that he had no mother, I suddenly remembered that you were at that time, when you were younger than him, you were so pitiful, there was no ** mother feeding, you were hungry and crying, I used goat's milk with a spoon handle to make you a mouthful of milk, you were hungry and cried at night, I fed you with rice soup, a total of so much carbon, I only took such a big rice soup, watching you eat it in a small bite, no urine ring, I tore up the old clothes to make a urine ring for you, I can't dry my clothes in winter, I will cover my arms, I will cover my motherless children, you will never be able to eat since you were a child, if there is no Guogong Mansion, we would have been bullied to death, look at this child, think about you, it is really unspeakably uncomfortable. ”

Aunt Xicui felt distressed when she remembered the appearance of the child lying on Liu Poria's body and pulling Liu Poria Cocos, Xu was empathetic, and Aunt Xicui wiped a handful of bitter tears for her with a soft heart, and her heart was extremely sour.

"I have an aunt who treats me wholeheartedly, if it weren't for you, I would have followed my mother a long time ago, and aunt you are my other mother."

Luo Qingyu knew how bitter Aunt Xicui was at the beginning just thinking about that picture, as soon as the Luo family left, all the power in the house fell into the hands of the Shao family, and there was such a cinder-like father, surviving in such a crack, just thinking about it was not easy.

"Fortunately, you are good now, if your mother is here, seeing you like this, you will definitely be crazy with joy, and in the future, I only hope that you will have a child with the prince as soon as possible, and I will help you take care of the child." Comparing the current days with the days in the Xuanping Marquis Mansion in the past, it is simply one is heaven and one is earth, especially Luo Qingyu is better with Xiao Yan now, Aunt Xicui hopes more and more that Luo Qingyu will seize the opportunity to give birth to a child of her own as soon as possible.

Aunt Xicui's words about men's affection for men are unreliable, especially when Luo's was let down by Su Chaokang and died in the Hou Mansion, she felt more and more that men were not good, so she only hoped that Luo Qingyu could have a child as soon as possible when she was good with Xiao Yan every day, and having a child was the real reliance.

But every time she talks about this topic, Luo Qingyu is not very interested, or she just prevaricates and diverts the topic, no, as soon as Aunt Xicui's words fell, Luo Qingyu simply went to the side of the bed, looking at the child who kept muttering about his mother with his eyes closed!

"What's his name?" Luo Qingyu looked at the grandmother who came with her and the two aunts found by Li Zhong, and asked, I only heard that his name was Chen'er, but the big name Luo Qingyu had never heard of it.

"Xiao Xinchen, this child was born in the cold winter and was born prematurely, so it will be very difficult to feed him when he is dying, so I gave him this name, and picked the best words to hope that he can be well-being, live a long life, and be healthy in everything."

When Mama Fumei was about to answer, Xiao Yan, who came back from wearing stars and moons outside, stood outside the door, answering Luo Qingyu's words, he was not in the house when the child gave birth, Liang's letter asked for a good name for the child, saying that he was afraid that he would not be able to live, he only had that impression, none of the four children in the house were close to him, and every one who saw him was like seeing a mouse and a cat.

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