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Ye Zhiwei also smiled, and said: "The assassin really deserves death. Meng Xinze should not have caused his brother to be frightened. Let's not go to the general's mansion to watch the ceremony. I will send someone to refuse tomorrow."

Ye Huaiyao said: "I'm a little curious, I want to go and have a look. You can stay in the mansion and rest."

Ye Zhiwei glanced at him and shook his head.

"Then I'll go too," he said.

When Ye Huaiyao was talking to Ye Zhiwei, Rong Wang also saw his mother.

Judging from the current point of time, about two months later, it was the day when she should throw herself into a well in madness.From then on, the relationship between mother and child ended, and for many years, he never thought of this woman even in his dreams.

——When I see it now, I naturally don't have any feelings.

Ye Huaiyao said that he was not like a demon, but Rong Huang knew in his heart that the innate cruelty and indifference really surged in him. Even for his biological mother, he could hardly feel the dependence and indifference from blood. love.

His impression of Sangjia was only beatings and abuse, as well as hard moldy steamed buns and cold water.The only warm memory is that Sangjia taught him to make dim sum a few times.

But later, when Rong Wang found out that she wanted to use him to serve King Yi the drugged snack, all this warmth turned into disgust, and he resolutely forgot about it.

He has always been cold and vicious, since Sangjia has not fulfilled the responsibility of a mother, Rong Wang will no longer regard himself as her son.

But what surprised him was that when he returned to his small courtyard this time, he was not greeted by crazy ditties or unbearable abuse, and the candles in his room were lit.

The charming woman was sitting inside wearing a light green skirt, and the room was still filled with a faint aroma of rouge.

Just as Rong Wang pushed open the door, he didn't go inside after seeing this scene, stood still at the door, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

"You're back." Sangjia laughed when she saw Rong Zhuan, and said, "Look at Mother's body, does it look good?"

She was indeed born well, these years of hardship, as she got older, she still had some beauty left. She was undoubtedly a cold beauty when she was silent, but with such a smile, the traces of time were revealed on the corners of her forehead and eyes.

Rong Rong thought about what the hell this person was going to do, but felt disgusted, and said coldly: "It's not good, you go out."

Sangjia smiled strangely, but she was not angry, and suddenly asked: "What did you do just now, did the crown prince take you out to play again?"

Under normal circumstances, Rong Wang likes to hear people mention Ye Huaiyao. Even a few words of his own are worth listening to almost greedily, but this obviously does not include the crazy and sinister woman in front of him, so he does not say.

Rong Wang just thought emotionally in his heart, he really didn't have the slightest nostalgia for this woman, even after a long time of separation and sublimation of death, he couldn't make him have the slightest affection.

"It's such a useless thing." Sangjia interpreted his silence in another way, and the smile on his face turned cold, "Do you know why I often talked about the son when you were young? I did it for Let you be a bit bloody, imitate him, surpass him! Only if you are better than him, the prince will look at our mother and child more!"

Sangjia waved a bag of things on the table to the ground, Rongju lowered her head, her pupils constricted, she took a step forward subconsciously, and stopped again.

Those on the ground were all gadgets given to him by Ye Huaiyao, and they were carefully hidden under the bed by Rong Zhuang, and he only dared to take them out to have a look when no one was around at night, which was one of the few pleasures in his life .

But now, Sangjia took all those things out of nowhere and smashed them to pieces.

She naturally knew that it was her son's favorite thing, so after digging it out and destroying it, she took pains to wrap it up in a quilt so that she could appreciate the shock and sadness of the other party when the "gift" was opened.

There are many kinds of lunatics, and Sangjia's lunatics are particularly vicious.

Rong Wang was indeed furious for a moment, but after he took a step, he remembered that this had already happened in the past, and everything in front of him was illusory.

Sangjia didn't notice anything wrong, she was completely living in her dream: "And you idiot, I didn't ask you to be a dog and a slave to people! Don't you want to have the love of your parents, don't you want to eat well? Do you live by drinking land? You are going to fight!"

She stubbornly believed that Rong Wang should be the blood of King Yi, and believed that there should be a part of their mother and son among the colorful flowers in the palace, and tried to hypnotize her son with this crazy idea, turning him into a tool for fighting for favor .

When a child has been instilled by his biological mother with certain thoughts since he was a child, telling the superiority and uniqueness of another person of his age, I am afraid that jealousy and greed will inevitably arise.

But the child born by the crazy woman is also a strange thing, but he has a yearning for the person his mother told about.

He knew since he was a child that there is still such a person in the world, who possesses the warmth, perfection and nobility that he has never imagined or possessed. It seems to be a rare treasure that can only appear in the most beautiful dreams, making people want to see it .

Just to see.

However, after seeing the real person, he realized that it was more than that.After one glance, he was fascinated and became obsessed with it.

Even if Sangjia died, she would never have imagined that her brainwashing would achieve such an effect.

Rong Wang listened to her still emphasizing over and over again, "You should also be the prince of the palace, they robbed you, they robbed you!" These words were like a witch chanting a spell, which annoyed him endlessly.

"Why lie to yourself again?"

Although his heart is extremely irritable, but he has overcome obstacles all the way to the present, the Demon Lord Bei Cang has already practiced the ability to keep calm.

He said sarcastically: "You know in your heart that I'm just a bastard left by a wild man. I'm lucky that I didn't freeze to death and starve to death. I don't have the ability to compete for the prince's favor for a crazy woman. Don't dream gone."

Sure enough, Sangjia was enraged, and picked up the scissors on the table, intending to pounce on Rong Wang and beat Rong Wang.

This has been the case since she was a child. The tools she used to hit people were always what was at hand. With this movement of getting up, a man's clothes were also brushed to the ground.

This woman, who refused to even give her son a full meal, bought two new clothes with the money she secretly saved, and dreamed of dressing up and standing in front of His Royal Highness Yi Wang, so as to attract his attention.

Her precepts and deeds did not teach Rong Huang to hate and envy Ye Huaiyao, but she told him how miserable and ugly the things that Xiao Xiang himself did not deserve would become.

This realization made Rong Huang's mood worse, he impatiently pushed the woman away, stepped on the clothes on the ground, and walked away.

Cultivators don't need to rest every night, but Ye Huaiyao has returned to his youth, when he was growing up, this rule should be strictly followed-although it is meaningless.

He was lying on the bed, the quilt was warm and fluffy, surrounded by the faint smell of agarwood, and the north wind rustled the windows, vaguely as if he had returned to that carefree time.

There are no swords, swords, blood, and the regret that makes my heart ache when I dream back at midnight.

Ye Huaiyao turned over and lay on his back with his head resting on his arms. He was thinking about something quietly, but he accidentally saw a shadow thrown by the moonlight in front of the window.

He sat up in an instant, and subconsciously went to the pillow to feel for the folding fan. After feeling empty, he remembered the current environment.

Ye Huaiyao lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "Rong Huang?"

After a while, the window was pushed open a crack, and Rong Huang jumped in from the outside. It was because Ye Huaiyao was not used to sleeping and keeping people on guard at night that he was not found.

Ye Huaiyao hugged the quilt and sat on the bed, asking, "What's wrong?"

Rong Huan closed the window, took a step towards the bed, felt the coldness on his body again, so he didn't come any closer, stood still and said: "It's nothing, Sangjia is making trouble with me, if you look at her impatiently, just Out."

He said a little apologetically, "Woke you up?"

In fact, Rong Wang saw that Ye Huaiyao's room was completely dark, and was afraid that he had already fallen asleep, so he stood quietly under the window for a while, but he was still noticed by the other party.

Ye Huaiyao breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't sleep."

Seeing Rong Wang coming over in the middle of the night, he thought something happened, so he was relieved at this moment.

On the contrary, Rong Wang misunderstood Ye Huaiyao's meaning, saw that he was wearing a thin coat, and looked slightly startled, so he said cautiously: "Don't worry, I won't do anything."

Ye Huaiyao was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and couldn't help being speechless: "...you are only thirteen now, what else do you want?"

Rong Huang realized that he really thought too much, his face became slightly hot, and he was a little funny.With such an interruption, the gloom brought by Sangjia just now disappeared.

The cold air on his body had almost dissipated, Rong Huang walked over, sat on the twig next to Ye Huaiyao's bed, and said softly: "You must make sure, otherwise I will have nowhere to go if I am afraid that the prince will not take me in. It is too busy outside. cold."

Ye Huaiyao thought to himself that he would pretend to be pitiful by using a child's skin, and Beicang Mojun was afraid of the cold, it was a joke in the world.

But when Rong Wang said this, he couldn't help thinking that this incident should have happened back then, but he didn't know where Rong Wang, who was really only 13 years old at the time, went to seek refuge after being beaten by his mother.

Ye Huaiyao remembered that there was a small couch in his study, which was also very warm, so he suggested: "How about I ask my servant to tidy up the study for you to sleep on?"

His middle coat was thin, and in the dim light, he could still see the young man's thin figure and two deep collarbones.A few strands of hair hang down the side of the cheeks, probably because the room is too hot, and there is still a slight blush on the cheeks.

All this reminded Rong Wang of that day, when he was pressed under him, the other party's tight lips, furrowed brows, that embarrassed and painful expression made people feel distressed and fascinated.

They were all men, and it was okay to squeeze together on the same bed to make do.But between the two people who have had a relationship, no matter how you say it is nothing, traces have been left on the body and mind, and it is impossible to ignore it completely after all.

Rong Wang said: "To alarm others so late, the princes and concubines should know about it tomorrow. There are carpets on the floor, so I'll just make do with it. Just pretend I'm not here."

Ye Huaiyao originally wanted to say how uncomfortable it was, or you could go to bed, but in the end he felt that it was too awkward to say this to Rong Wang.

He said: "How about this, you sleep on the bed and I sleep on the ground."

A trace of tenderness flashed across Rong Huan's eyes, knowing that Ye Huaiyao said this because of his young age, smiled and shook his head, walked to the bed and bent down.

Ye Huaiyao dodged subconsciously, but Rong Huang pressed his shoulders and told him to lie down again, then hugged the unused quilt inside the bed.

"Just give me a quilt."

Rong Wang re-tucked the corner of the quilt for Ye Huaiyao, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed the other's cheek.

For a moment, he wanted to bow his head and kiss the other person's forehead, but he finally endured it and said this with a smile.

Ye Huaiyao didn't sleep very well, sometimes he liked to roll off the bed, because he was afraid of breaking his precious son, and in winter, the blanket on the floor of the bedroom was extremely thick.

Coupled with the warm earth dragon, lying there is much more comfortable than imagined, and it doesn't feel cold at all.

Or hot, simply his heart.

Rong Wang hugged the quilt and lay on his side, after a while, raised his hand in the dark, and gently kissed his fingertips.

He quietly turned his head and looked towards the direction of the bed. In this ordinary body, he lost the quality of hearing and eyesight, and could only vaguely see the slightly raised outline on the bed, but there was still tenderness in Rong Huan's eyes. Love, very satisfied in my heart.

After years of going around and going around, in the end, only here is the peace of mind.

The author has something to say: Some people look pitiful on the surface, but in fact they often drive in their heads and bully Yaoyao.

Yaoyao: "Rong Wang, I beg you not to recall it anymore, if you recall it, the readers will know!"

Wang Zai said to his finger: "But, I still keep a diary..."