She looked at the back that slowly disappeared away, and felt a taste of loneliness. The hatred in her heart, in an instant, grew like a vine wildly, until it covered the sky and the earth, and firmly occupied her heart.

Yan Yun'er pursed her lips and hid the thousands of emotions in her eyes.

"Madam, sister, if there is nothing wrong, Yun'er will go back first. ”

The silence in the room was broken by Yan Yun'er's voice. She lowered her eyes slightly to the position of the chair, looked blank and calm, and said softly.

Yan Zhuo glanced sideways at her, with a slightly inquisitive look.

"Hmm. ”

Mrs. Yan didn't say anything, just nodded.

Yan Yun'er said goodbye, and then took her maid back to the courtyard.

Her figure is graceful, her lotus steps move lightly, her figure looks taller, and from behind, she is also a beautiful big girl.

It's a big girl, and it's time for the girl to be the age of Sichun.

Yan Zhuo looked at Yan Yun'er's back, a little stunned.

Yan Yun'er's expression, although she didn't see it clearly, but when she heard that Ning Yuan was going to ask the Holy Lord to marry, she was afraid that she was panicking.

After all, in her last life, she was willing to let King Ning Shizi go, and she would do whatever it took to get him.

In this life, Yan Zhuo occasionally observed Yan Yun'er's expression, and when she saw Ning Yuan's concentration and admiration, it seemed that she had already fallen into a deep trap. So, what will she do now when she hears the news?

Yan Zhuo's eyes were smiling, and with a sharp light, some scorching, and some beating interest.

She's waiting for them to make a move.

In the front hall, only Yan Zhuo and Mrs. Yan remained.

"Zhuo'er. ”

Mrs. Yan was stunned when she saw Yan Zhuo, walked down from above, and called out to her.

"Mother~"

Yan Zhuo turned his head and smiled sweetly, his previous expression was completely gone, replaced by happiness and joy.

"Zhuo'er ......"

Mrs. Yan looked into the distance with a worried face, and her gaze seemed to have crossed the thousands of eaves to a very distant place.

The scenery of the mansion, in winter, is a bit bleak, gray, bare, and without a little spirit.

"I don't know, what else is he going to do......?"

"Thanks to your insistence, my mother gave up your marriage with the prince of King Ning, and now, mother, look, this prince of King Ning is really not a good match!"

She spoke in a hateful tone, with lamentation and deep worry.

Although they carry the word "Guogong" and also have the title of Heavenly Family, they are still a little worse than King Ning's family background.

This is not a seam, but a chasm.

Not to mention the level of this status, but only to say that this status in the heart of the saint is very different.

The saint favors King Ning, and even with the son of King Ning, he is also highly valued by the saint, and they are blood relatives.

And as for them, they are just stained with the light of their ancestors and the first emperor to conquer the territory, and Yan Zheng has also made achievements, so they retain the title of "Guogong".

How can a grandfather with a different surname not arouse the jealousy of the saints? Isn't it always precarious?

"Alas!"

She sighed again, and the gloom between her brows could not be hidden.

Recently, she heard Yan Zheng say that the Holy Lord didn't fully believe them, and seemed to be very defensive of them, and moreover, he also had the idea of demoting them to the title.

Whether she is demoted or not, whether she has status or not, she is not worried.

Poor and rich, those are fleeting, and they are not the most important things.

She was only worried now that if Ning Yuan really insisted on the Holy Lord's marriage, I am afraid that the Holy Lord would really be able to allow him......

When the time comes, the imperial power is supreme, how can they, the small Zhenguo Mansion, refuse, and how can they shelter Zhuo'er from the wind and rain?

Her heart ached at the thought of the worst possible consequences. As a mother, if she can't even protect her only child and can't make her happy, what kind of kiss is it?!

"Mother~"

Yan Zhuo held Mrs. Yan's cold hand and warmed her with his body heat.

The slightest warmth made Mrs. Yan's brows slightly relaxed, she endured her worries, and a little smile appeared on her face.

She didn't want Zhuo'er to worry, everything was with them, she just had to be happy and carefree.

But that smile was extremely reluctant in Yan Zhuo's eyes.

She is not a ten-year-old child in the true sense, so she can't understand her mother's emotions anymore.

"Mother, don't worry, in this dark, there is a certainty, I believe that things will never go in the worst direction. Even if it's the worst outcome, isn't this still me and my father, what's the difficulty, can't be solved by being a family together?"

The voice is soft, but the words are firm and powerful, with infinite healing power.

"Mother, you, don't worry about nothing. ”

Yan Zhuo helped Mrs. Yan to sit down, walked around behind her, rubbed her shoulders with no more force, and continued to persuade.

"Think about it, if it hadn't happened, wouldn't all your sorrows have been paid in vain?

Yan Zhuo smiled playfully, which made Mrs. Yan frown and laugh softly.

She looked at it and saw that the smile on Mrs. Yan's face was sincere and warm, "That's right, mother, look at you, how beautiful it is to smile, in the future, don't be violent and ruin!"

"Just you girl, Guan will fool your mother!"

Mrs. Yan's worries were really much less disturbed by Yan Zhuo.

Zhuo'er is right, today's matter, today's worries, today's end.

I am afraid that this tomorrow's event, no matter how sorrowful it is, will not be of any avail. Because no one knows what will happen tomorrow and what will happen. The only thing that can be done is to prepare everything, hope for the best, and prepare for the worst.

"Mother, what I said is true!"

Yan Zhuo pouted, complaining about his sincerity, "Zhuo'er will never fool her mother." ”

"Okay! My good Zhuo'er is the most considerate mother. ”

Mrs. Yan looked at Yan Zhuo's cute baby, the sorrow in her heart gradually faded, and the faint warmth between mother and son made her eyebrows full of smiles.

If the prince of King Ning really let the saint give her marriage, then she would also plan and fight, and she would catch this kind of thing without even thinking about it.

Yan Zhuo rubbed his face against Mrs. Yan, his face was full of clear smiles, but he sighed slightly in his heart.

Or is her strength not enough.

If her strength was sufficient, she would not let her mother be so worried; if her strength was enough, the prince of Ning Wang was just a mortal in front of her, how could it affect her life like this......?

King Ning's expression when he was leaving, and what he said, word by word, echoed in her heart.

To others, those words were extremely gentle, to her?

Hehe, but she has a feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake.

The feeling disgusted her, alarmed her, and worried her heart.

What's the use of worrying?

How could things have gone away because of her worries?

Therefore, it is better to continue to focus on her cultivation while there is still enough time, and enter the Qi cultivation period as soon as possible.

Yan Zhuo walked to the next place and picked up the kettle on the table, which contained the new tea that had been served not long ago, and the tea was still hot.

Yan Zhuosu raised his hand lightly, and slowly poured the tea into Mrs. Yan's cup, and the white mist slowly rose, drawing white wisps in this winter day.

In the corner where no one saw it, Yan Zhuo secretly added two drops of white jade spring water to this cup of tea.

It's time for her to improve her mother's body often.

Her daddy?

Let's talk about that another day.

At least, after she knows what her mother's so-called hardships are, let's talk about it.

Yan Zhuo held the cup in his hand and slowly walked to Mrs. Yan, "Mother, drink some hot water to warm up." ”

"It's so burning. ”

Mrs. Yan's eyes were full of warmth, she hurriedly took the boiling water poured by Yan, held it in her hand, her palm was hot, and her heart was warm, she lowered her head and took a sip gently.

Well~

She exhaled comfortably, as if the depression and turbidity in her heart also exhaled with this breath.

The temperature of the winter day was enough to make everything cold quickly, and this glass of water, after a while, was no longer so hot, and Mrs. Yan had to drink it in small sips.

When the water is cold, you can't drink it.

But it was Zhuo'er's heart, and she wanted to finish it.

Yan Zhuo's eyes were shining, and she looked at all this with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Mrs. Yan finished drinking the water, and the ease and pleasure in her body made her raise her head a little puzzled.

This feeling was familiar to her, and it was also after the last time she drank the water that Zhuo'er gave her......

She glanced at Yan Zhuo, and saw that Yan Zhuo was just smiling, with a lot of concern in her eyes. Mrs. Yan's eyes full of doubts gradually dissipated, and she said nothing more, just smiled.

"Zhuo'er, if you have something, go back and get busy, my mother is fine. When you have time, go to your mother's yard and sit down, and your mother will cook your favorite meals and pastries for you. ”

"Good~"

Yan Zhuo squinted her eyes, as if she was really moved by the delicious food promised by her mother, and agreed quite remarkably.

Mrs. Yan rubbed her head, "Go ahead." ”

"Then mother, I'll go first. ”

Mrs. Yan nodded.

Yan Zhuo stepped forward and hugged her mother tightly, and gave her mother a big bright smile, and in the helpless and doting smile on her face, she went back to the hospital.

Mrs. Yan sat quietly in the hall, feeling the cold of this winter day.

Today, she was wearing a little thin, and at this moment, when the cold wind blew, she shivered slightly. She hugged her arms tightly, her eyes were slightly cold, and in this cold winter, she issued an unyielding posture.

"Hey, my lady, you're wearing so thin, be careful of freezing. ”

Mama Cheng, who was on the side, stepped forward and forcefully draped a cloak on Mrs. Yan.