Jia Yao of the Red Chamber

Chapter 70 agree

Angel still looked carefree.Jia Yao leaned back on the chair tiredly, watching him running around like having fun, she couldn't restrain her heartache.

The child was tired from playing, so he ran to his mother and concubine to act like a baby.Jia Yao wiped her son's sweat with her handkerchief, and fed him two mouthfuls of fruit, "Don't go out when you sweat. The wind outside is cold. Mom will teach you how to play the piano. You were lazy a while ago. Learning, I haven’t read enough books during this time, so I should learn something else!” Jia Yao always asks Angel to call her mother when she is at home.Some civilians around the world also call it that way, and it's not out of the ordinary.But be more intimate, "Xingzhi, bring my qin."

"Angie is not lazy and doesn't want to learn," the child pouted, "I don't want to read those things until I know it. My ancestors praised me for being smart!" Speaking of this, the child remembered another thing, He asked with a serious face like a little adult, "Mom, why hasn't Angel seen the old ancestor for a long time?"

Jia Yao said in her heart, your ancestors are planning to find you a young mother.But the face was still gentle, "The old ancestor is sick. She likes little Angel, and she didn't ask little Angel to visit her because she was afraid of getting angry with you." She didn't want her son to understand those dark things too early, She didn't want the little child to have dark thoughts, and to bear the grievances of adults too early... She gently stroked her son's furry little head.

You are my most important thing.she thinks.Mom doesn't need you to do anything for me.As long as you are happy and grow up healthy and healthy, everything will be fine.

"The old ancestor was very kind to Angel." Under Jia Yao's education, the child is not a willful child who accepts love from others for granted.

"Yes, so when Angel grows up, he must be filial to his ancestors." She stood up holding her increasingly heavy son, and walked towards the Guqin that had been placed.

"There are also the father and the mother." The child's soft hands pressed his mother's face, and he said seriously with his big eyes.

"Yeah." She kissed her son, her eyes were a little wet.My son loves you very much, Mo Lanyan.she thought.Don't let my little one down please?

Jia Yao supported Angel's little hand and told him to go and get acquainted with the piano first.

Without being forced, children are still very interested in this big thing that can make different sounds. "Mom, I want to hear that piece." He looked back at Jia Yao who was holding him in his arms, "You played that piece with your father."

Jia Yao was taken aback, "Okay..."

That song was many years ago, when she and Mo Lanchang first met in the peach blossom forest on the outskirts of the mountain, she improvised and danced, and Mo Lanchang used the bamboo flute to compose the song.

After getting married, it becomes fun to bring up this trivial matter that was out of etiquette.When the two of them were in a strong relationship, Mo Lanchang even joked about it.

In their spare time, the two slowly wrote out the score of this song, and occasionally playing a song together in the sunset is also very interesting.It's just that I don't know when the child listened to it, but he still remembered it.

Jia Yao smiled at her son.After being served by the maid, I cleaned my hands, put on the armored fingertips, sat by the window and bounced up.

Angel calmed down in a sensible way, leaning on his small chin and watching his concubine, who has become more and more beautiful over the years, playing this piece of music that is equivalent to his parents' promise of love in the sunset.Of course, a child doesn't understand what it means to be in love, but one time he was tired from running in the garden and went all the way back to the side hall of his mother and concubine. When he was still at the door, he saw his parents playing this song together .The atmosphere at that time was as peaceful and beautiful as it is now.It made him feel comfortable and safe.

A family with good parents can always give children a sense of security and happiness.

Before Mo Lanyan entered the door, he heard this piece he played impromptuly.The tune was simple and repetitive, but it fit the peach blossoms flying all over the sky and Jia Yao's elegant dance steps.Jia Yao hasn't danced in front of him these years, but he still remembers her appearance at that time.Dark clouds are hanging down, and clothes are flying.A pair of eyes swirled and flew around his body.

She is indeed beautiful.In these years, she has gradually matured, but that touch of beauty has become more and more beautiful.She is so beautiful that any ordinary man can fall in love with her.Of course he is no exception.

Thinking of what he was going to tell her, Mo Lanyan hesitated.

Jia Yao, who is full of enthusiasm, is still immersed in her emotions. The flying peach blossoms cover her sad eyes, and the gorgeous colors outline the illusion of happiness.Then she naturally turned her eyes to Mo Lanyan who had just entered the door, her eyes were as long and gentle as if they had passed through time.

Then she heard him say, "Yao'er, the emperor's grandmother gave Gu a will today."

"Zheng"... The child broke suddenly, and the stretched strings almost cut Jia Yao's half of the palm.The bright red color fell down tick-tock, wet the iron-blue strings, and also wet that gentle past...

Except for the terrified Angel, no one seemed to pay attention to the wound on Jia Yao's hand, not even Jia Yao herself.Because Mo Lanzhang continued, there seemed to be vague guilt and pleading hidden in his eyes, and more of a matter of course, "Grandmother hopes that she can see Yun Rong marry me before...."

For a moment, Jia Yao felt that many thoughts were going through her mind.She first noticed that Mo Lanyan called Miss Wula, "Yun Rong", which sounded very kind, and then she thought, didn't he see the wound on her hand?Why can he still take it for granted?In the end, all thoughts dissipated, and what stayed in his mind was Angel's big innocent eyes, "I must be filial to my father and mother." The child said with a serious face.How much he loves you... Mo Lanyan, she thought.He regards his father as his sky.He always thought you were great and omnipotent.

She thought she must have been in a daze for a long time.But in fact it was only for a moment.

Because Mo Lanyan quickly got his wife's reply, "Yes, good. I see."

Mo Lanchang wanted to take Jia Yao's hand and take a look at her wound.But Jia Yao avoided it, "Go and change your clothes," she smiled quietly and decently, "Xingzhi can help me treat the wound."

There was silence throughout dinner.The little child also seemed to sense that the atmosphere was not right.There was a rare expression of timidity and doubt on his face.

He is still too young.He should not bear the harm caused by the conflict between his parents.The timid look in Jia Yao's heart moved, she didn't care about the rules on the royal table, but hugged the fat son on her lap, "What's the matter, Angel, what do you want to eat? Mom will give it to you."

The mother's gentleness made the child forget the inexplicable and sudden sadness just now, and he was quickly coaxed.Play coquettishly with your mother.

After dinner, Jia Yao, who had a forced smile on her face, took her son to play for a while, tried to divert his question about "why didn't the father speak today", read to him, and took him to the only son's little queen in Jingyang Palace. Strolled in the garden for a while to digest.After arranging for the son to sleep in his own separate room.She also felt more and more tired.

"Turn off the lights." Lightly ordered the servant girl who dared not speak.Jia Yao has already started to undress.

Mo Lanyan came back from the study today earlier than usual.Just in time for Jia Yao to change her pajamas and get ready for bed.

"Yao'er..." Mo Lanyan finally couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to break the silence between the two.In the study just now, looking at the government affairs full of cases, he couldn't even read a single word.Jia Yao's faint words filled her mind, "Well, good. I see."

She agreed so easily, which should indeed be taken for granted.He will inherit that position in the future, and it is impossible to have only one woman by his side.He likes her, even loves her.Are these not enough?

But she kept resisting having other people around her.Maybe he also hopes that he has only one heir, Angel.

This is simply impossible!He loves his Angel.He may have promised to have only one child.He will do all these things. In his life, he will only regard his eldest son - Mo Jinghuai as his flesh and blood, and the other heirs are just the heirs of the emperor.Or the arm he reserved for his older son.However, it is impossible for him not to touch other women.

It is impossible for the emperor not to touch other women.

How could Jia Yao put on such a cold attitude to express her dissatisfaction?Every woman is like this... He has never seen a man of a little status reject other wives and concubines in order to accommodate a woman.

How many years of cognition he has told himself is like this.Suppressing the vague anxiety in his heart, Mo Lan went back to the bedroom of the two of them, wanting to have a good talk with his princess.

He really likes her.Whether it's character, appearance, family background, or the precious son she gave him, he loves everything very much.He didn't want the relationship between the two to become fragile.

But Jia Yao's calm and gentle voice stopped him, "I'm a little uncomfortable today, His Royal Highness, sleep by yourself, okay?"

Her demeanor was gentle and tired, not at all like a tantrum.As if just tired.tired.

Or willingly admit defeat.

Mo Lanyan didn't say a word.He just took a deep look at Jia Yao, then turned and left.

The night drew a great shadow between them.And as Mo Lanyan gradually walked away, the gully became longer and longer...

Jia Yao did admit defeat.

Over the years, she has worked hard to make Mo Lanyan love her as much as she loves him.Sometimes she even thought that Mo Lanyan could already understand her wish to be a couple for the rest of her life.But she still lost.Lost to the difference between eras and eras.

Lost full of exhaustion, nothing to say.

Perhaps only that small group of children who inherit their own flesh and blood is real.

Jia Yao, who was sleepless in the dark night, smiled at the void...