Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

Because she likes tranquility, Ying Wumei chose her place to live in a secluded corner of the Chrysanthemum Garden at the beginning. The quiet and comfortable environment, at this moment, only the sound of the smart boy playing with her new love white parrot outside the house brings tranquility. A hint of vitality.

Inside the room, Ying Wumei was sitting on the warm couch, gently stroking her son who was kneeling on the ground and resting his head on her lap.

"I've thought about it for a long time, but I still don't understand how you recognized me." Ying Wumei's eyes were as gentle as water, and even in places where her son couldn't see, she still smiled peacefully.

"Actually, at the beginning, I just wondered why you treated me so badly, but thinking that you are a member of the spirit clan after all, and that you are a member of my father's clan, I couldn't bear to treat you well. At the Ascension Ceremony that night, I I saw a note in the small cloth pouch around Shenglian's neck, he said it was a spell written by you, which can prevent nightmares from coming to him." At this point, Morun couldn't help chuckling, Shenglian was innocent, yet unconcerned. Only those who can read and write will not know the meaning of the above. In fact, it just read: 'Sleep peacefully, no dreams! 'That's all...

"I didn't pay attention to that word at the time, but that night, when I went to find my father, I saw a poem you wrote at that time on the pillar of the porch, so I confirmed your identity." Mo Lun is like a child Holding his waist coquettishly, Ying Wumei smiled and patted his back comfortingly.

"I should be more fierce to you, so maybe you won't find out." Ying Wumei pretended to put on a straight face, but she saw Mo Lun smiling more happily, "What are you laughing at? Do you think I can't?" ?”

"No, my father is also very scary when he is fierce." Mo Lun recalled his cold attitude and words when we first met, "But, no matter how fierce your father is, I will definitely see your tenderness in your eyes .”

"Boy." Ying Wumei smiled and rolled his eyes at him, "Are you trying to fool your father with sweet words?"

Morun suddenly put away the smile in his eyes, and his expression became extremely sincere, "What the child said is true, how can you not recognize your father with the body and skin bestowed by your father?"

"Stupid boy." Ying Wumei's eyes turned red, and she took her son into her arms, "I'm really sorry for leaving you alone back then."

Being able to come back from the dead back then was a miracle that even he himself did not expect. Everything happened so suddenly, otherwise he would not have left Morun alone, and would have taken him away with him.

"By the way, dad, how did you come back to life back then? Dad clearly said that he had buried you, but now you..." Mo Lun looked puzzled at the fact that the scene in front of him was not what he remembered. The secret of resurrection must lie in this body.

"Actually, I don't even know that I can be resurrected. This is the biggest secret of the Lingzi of the Spirit Race, and the only mission they were born with." Ying Wumei looked at her hands with a wry smile. Ling Luomei's hand.

"Liuhun?" Mo Lun suddenly understood what this so-called secret was.

"Yes, Lihun. A soul prepared to prevent the turmoil in the court and the people's unrest under the accidental death of His Majesty the Emperor of the Longkang Dynasty. Once it is a last resort, a spirit son is needed to commit suicide and enter the body of the dead emperor until the time comes. The situation is stable, and another heir will be established. Of course, this is a case of emergency. Therefore, since the Five Dynasties of the Longkang Dynasty, there has never been a time when the spirit son left the soul. Therefore, this secret has not been buried in history. Until I committed suicide and died." The sadness flashed in Ying Wumei's eyes, adding a bit of desolation to the bitter smile on her face.

"So you entered this Ying Wumei's body at that time?" Mo Lun hugged him tighter as if to comfort him.

"Three days and three nights after my death, I was able to leave my soul and return to Lingshan. The elders of the clan were unwilling to save me. It happened that the clansman Ying Wumei died unexpectedly at that time, so the elders reluctantly let me enter his body. It takes three years to get used to entering a new body. My body will be unconscious within three years. During this period, the elders left me in the back mountain of the Lingzu. Look at me. He was also a miserable person. His parents died strangely at the moment he was born. The people in the clan regarded him as a disaster and didn’t want to get close to him, so he took care of me like a parent and treated me as a One's own reliance." Ying Wumei looked at the carefree teenagers playing in the yard outside the window, and looked at the doting eyes cast by her son, and smiled reassuringly.

The happiness of the two people he cares about the most is all his expectation and wish in his life. If his wish is fulfilled, he will have nothing more to ask for...is it? ? ! ! !

Ying Wumei thought in her heart that she shouldn't have, that man, he had already decided to give up his feelings for him, since he returned to the Spirit Race from the back mountain and saw the tragic scene, he decided, didn't he?

"But Daddy's personality..." Although he could still see Wen Ning's smile, but the cold, taciturn attitude he naturally showed when facing outsiders, and the spirituality he heard from others Lamei is completely different.

"This is a normal phenomenon after the enlightenment of the spirit child. Before the enlightenment, the spirit child had different personalities, but after the enlightenment, they would be cold and ruthless. This is also a necessary condition for the future completion of the mission." Helpless because of the transformation of the body Kai Zhi, who should have lost his memory, retained his original memory due to the strong obsession in his heart, and because of this, he has often suffered from splitting headaches and suffering unspeakably over the years.

"So, do you treat your father the same way?" Mo Lun's eyes were burning, and the look in his father's eyes was more of a search.

"Yes." Ying Wumei avoided her son's gaze and nodded with her eyes closed.

"Don't you hate it because of the catastrophe of the spirit clan's extermination more than 20 years ago?"

Mo Lun spoke surprisingly, Ying Wumei looked at her son in shock and astonishment, "You...how did you know?"

Morun just smiled and said nothing, his expression was exactly the same as that of Qi Diaoming, Ying Wumei's eyes darkened, and there was an inexplicable sourness in her heart.

"Now that you know it, you should understand my reason." Ying Wumei stood up, walked to the side and closed the window, "I have decided to leave in the near future, but before I leave..."

"Father." Mo Lun suddenly interrupted him, "Father didn't know about the extermination of the clan back then."

Ying Wumei's body with her back turned trembled unsteadily, and then came a cold, temperatureless voice, "So what?"

Mo Lun narrowed his eyes and didn't try to persuade him any more. He knew that only the father could untie the knot in his father's heart, and no matter how much he persuaded other people, it would be useless.

"Before father left, what did you want to tell me? Is it the medicinal materials that caused the loss of the imperial medicine?" Mo Lun avoided that topic and didn't bring it up again.

Ying Wumei turned around again, but she was not as shocked as last time. She just smiled and stared at her son's calm and handsome face, "It seems that my worries are unnecessary. The matter is so clearly grasped, if I had known this, I would never stand up and contact Uncle Que." I lamented my worry in my heart, but forgot that my son was no longer the baby I held in my arms back then. Still mature and stable, calm and decisive in controlling the overall situation.

"How can it be superfluous? My father's concern for me will never be superfluous. This is what I have been looking forward to for more than 20 years." Mo Lun walked over and leaned his head on Ying Wumei's shoulder, not wanting to be seen There was liquid in the eyes, "The last time I acted like a baby, please let me go."

Ever since he was a child, he had faintly felt the difference between himself and Mo Yang, so since he was a child, he had never acted like a baby in his mother's arms once, and no matter how many times he watched Mo Yang frolicking beside his mother, he would turn around and leave without hesitation.Although his father put all his energy into him, the existence of his father cannot be replaced by anyone in his heart.

Ying Wumei shed tears sadly, tightly hugged her son who was slightly taller than herself, and could only murmur repeatedly: "I'm sorry!sorry!sorry! '

Outside the house, a tall figure had stood there for a long time. The conversation between the father and son inside the house made him feel guilty and dare not step into that space. He could only stand in the cold wind for a long time, holding the jade pendant tightly in his hand with regret.

"What are you doing? Are you looking for the elder?"

A nimble and happy voice came, and Qi Diaoming turned around suddenly, and saw Shenglian blinking her big eyes and looking at herself, and the parrot standing on her shoulder was eating something deliciously.

Before Qi Diaoming could speak, the door beside him was opened, Ying Wumei looked at him indifferently, the two stood silently, relatively speechless.

"Luo... Luomei!!" After a long time, Qi Diaoming spoke slowly.

"Ling Luomei is dead." Ying Wumei coldly dropped these words, turned and went back to the room.

"It's just the body that dies. Even if there is no Ying Wumei, Luomei is still alive."

Qi Diaoming looked at the person in front of him affectionately, the disbelief that he lost and recovered made him timid even reaching out to hug him, afraid that this was just another failed hope.

"Father, dad, let's talk, let's go out first."

Looking at the two people who were silent in the room, Morun sighed in his heart, and walked out of the room with Sheng Lian, who was blinking and looking at him curiously.

"Mo Lun, what happened to the elder?" Sheng Lian couldn't help asking curiously.

"It's okay, I'm just angry." Mo Lun looked at him dotingly, and wiped off the stain on his forehead from playing around just now.

"Is Shenglian angry? Did Shenglian do something wrong?" Shenglian pursed her lips and tugged on Morun's sleeve worriedly.

"No..." Mo Lun sighed helplessly.

Who are you mad at?Is it Daddy himself?Or father?

A kind father, probably always blamed himself for the disaster of extermination of the clan, hated himself for bringing disasters to the clan, and also hated the one who didn't care about these things, and said to protect him but made him suffer frequently Father.

Mo Lun looked back at the silent room, hoping that his father would no longer have to suffer and could be happy, and the only person in this world who could achieve this was probably the one hated by his father... .. Father now! !

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