Blue Fall, Yellow Spring and Jun Sui

Xiao Qingcheng slowly picked up a strand of blue silk that fell on the pillow, played with it lightly with a jade hand, and said casually: "What does it matter, Zuo just looks alike, the world is so big, two people grow up together It's no surprise that they look alike."

Fang Junqian took two steps forward quickly, and stared at the person on the bed with a pair of charming eyes: "If it doesn't matter, how can you be so similar, girl, have you never looked in the mirror to see how similar you are to him?"

"I said it doesn't matter, but it doesn't matter." Xiao Qingcheng raised his head and looked at him, sparks sparkled in their eyes, "Huanyu Emperor, it's getting late, please go back."

Fang Junqian's eyes approached again, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a few sharp words: "You are lying!"

The hands in the quilt were clenched tightly, and the pale face just now lost a bit of softness, and it became more cold and sharp, and his eyes were like arrows, "Fang Jun...you...cough cough...cough..."

He didn't catch his breath, and coughed violently.

Fang Junqian raised his hand to help her, but he didn't know where to put it, so he lowered it again.

"Cough cough... you...cough cough cough..." Xiao Qingcheng opened his mouth, but he had to stop after saying two words, the blood in his chest was surging, and suddenly there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, "cough. ..um..." He actually coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Fang Junqian looked at the person in front of him, all his black hair fell on the quilt because he lowered his head, and the plain brocade quilt was stained with blood, like red plums on the snow, which made people tremble with fear.

Xiao Qingcheng just wanted Fang Jun to go out at the moment, but he ignored the blackness in front of his eyes. He saw her raised her head and wanted to say something, but suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't use any strength in her body.

"Um..." Another mouthful of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of the mouth, the body has reached its limit, and it can't hold on any longer, the five internal organs are like being stabbed by a knife, the pain is piercing, "cough cough..." In the end, he dropped his hands powerlessly, leaned against the bedpost and passed out.

Fang Junqian saw Xiao Qingcheng passed out, quickly laid her flat on the bed, looked at this woman who was so similar to Qingyu, and sighed helplessly, because she was too similar to Qingyu, and both were equally stubborn.

Turn around and hurriedly look for Yang Qicheng.

At this time, Xiao Qingyu's dark black eyebrows, which were in a coma, suddenly twitched slightly.

In the mist, Xiao Qingyu seems to see a woman, that woman is beautiful and elegant, and the country is overwhelmed by the city. The three thousand black silk is high and the chic snake bun is tied, and the jade hibiscus hairpin is in the hairpin. She is wearing a plum red double-breasted dress, embroidered It is decorated with a lotus pattern of pearls and a short-waisted jacket with moon-white and pink water lilies.

Xiao Qingyu froze, froze in place, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. His pale pink lips spit out the word "Mother Concubine." softly, with a hint of not being sure.

The woman smiled faintly, stretched out a soft and boneless jade hand, gently rubbed the black hair on Xiao Qingyu's forehead, and said, "Yu'er."

"Concubine Mu, you..." Why are you here?

At this moment, even Wushuang, who has always been eloquent, didn't know what to say, and just kept silent.

"Yu'er, I am concubine mother, don't you remember?"

The woman's gentle smile was like the spring breeze in March, and her humming voice warmed my heart. Hearing this familiar voice deep in my heart, this face engraved deep in my bones and blood, my nose suddenly felt sore, and I turned my face away.

Seeing such a stubborn Wushuang, Xiao Yumo stretched out her arms to hug Wushuang, patted him on the back lightly, and said softly as if coaxing a child: "Yu'er, cry if you want to, with mother and concubine here, so many years, I’m really sorry for you, the concubine’s child, Yu’er, Yu’er.”

Wushuang's head was buried in Xiao Yumo's warm embrace, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down. He desperately wanted to struggle, to stop the weak tears, but he was still attached to this warm embrace, his body trembling slightly, At this time, Wushuang is like a child, a child who has just found a mother, fragile and a little embarrassed.

The suppressed sobs knocked into Xiao Yumo's heart inch by inch, to the softest part of her heart.

"Yu'er, Yu'er of the concubine mother, it is the concubine mother who is sorry for your brothers and sisters, it is the concubine mother's fault, it is all the concubine's fault." Xiao Yumo, who was caught in memories, her big almond eyes were filled with tears, and her hands gently He patted Wushuang on the back and murmured repeatedly.

Hearing these murmurs, Wushuang's body shook suddenly, and hastily broke away from the warm embrace, looking at her with red eyes in doubt: "What, brother and sister?"

Xiao Yumo was shocked by the faint tone, with a bit of nasal sound and doubts, "Yu'er, you don't know yet, that's all, that's all, you will know eventually."

After a pause, he said reluctantly: "Yu'er, it's time for the concubine to leave, and it's time for you to wake up, Fang Junqian, that child is still waiting for you, go quickly, concubine mother's good child."

As soon as the desolate and desolate voice fell, Xiao Yumo's figure dissipated with the wind little by little, and the reluctance in her eyes did not hide at all. Those crystal tears, wrapped in strong maternal love, fell on Wushuang's hands, A hot feeling burned in my heart.

"Mother, don't go." He raised his hand, wanting to keep him, but he couldn't hold anything. He could only watch Xiao Yumo's figure disappear in front of him little by little, "Mother, mother , don't go..." At the end, the voice seemed to be a little crying.

Xiao Qingyu hated her own powerlessness, hated her incompetence, hated herself for only being able to watch her mother and concubine disappear before her eyes little by little.

At this moment, Wushuang is like a child who has not yet been weaned. He can't leave his mother's arms at all, desperately holding on to the mother's child.

Xiao Qingyu is not a god, he can cry and miss his mother.

Concubine Mu, Concubine Mu, Yu'er can't bear you.

Concubine Mu, don't go, okay?

Concubine mother, concubine mother, why?Why leave me alone?