I hope to return to the country

Mrs. Yang felt that there was something wrong with Le Zhiyu.

In the past, I was enthusiastic about dancing guns and clubs with my servants every day, standing on stakes and practicing boxing, or wrestling and tug-of-war. When there was no end to the uproar, I didn’t know where I got a sharp whistle to lead people early in the morning. Running around the garden and the back hill was so noisy that Mrs. Yang couldn't sleep well.

But the disgust on her face turned into disgust, she was still very happy in her heart.

Compared with the rebellious child who was so high-spirited before, who only talked big and talked back, this well-behaved son who is active, enthusiastic, down-to-earth, and willing to come to eat and talk with her often is really much more pleasing. Guzhong is lonely all year round, and listening to it adds a bit of excitement.

But from the past few days, Le Zhiyu suddenly became quiet again, and stopped playing with his attendants, and locked himself in the room, burning incense and chanting scriptures, it is said that he wanted to meditate in meditation and pray for Qin Zhiyi.

Since he was chanting scriptures and practicing Zen, he would naturally have to eat fasting meat, and he could no longer come to eat with Mrs. Yang.

Mrs. Yang didn't pay much attention to it at the beginning, she just thought it was a whim, and she only persisted for two days at most. Doesn't she know her son?Meditation?With his jumpy nature, it's a ghost if he can sit still!

Unexpectedly, four or five days had passed, and Le Zhiyu was really calm. He lived in seclusion and seldom showed up. The maids who delivered the meal came back and reported that the young master knelt in front of the Buddha statue, The sound of chanting is endless, and it takes a whole day to kneel, with the utmost sincerity.

Originally, Mrs. Yang's relationship with Le Zhiyu has eased and gotten closer now, and she doesn't want to interfere too much with what he is doing, but there is an inexplicable strangeness about this incident, which makes her feel more and more confused and more and more confused. The more you can't settle down, there will always be an illusion that a storm is coming.

Le Zhiyu could still sit still, but she couldn't.

When the door was pushed open, Mrs. Yang was choked by the strong sandalwood fragrance blowing her face and couldn't help coughing twice, holding a handkerchief to the tip of her nose, looking at the slender figure kneeling on the futon reciting scriptures , involuntarily frowned.

"You made the house smoky and smoldering, and you are talking about it all day long. What the hell are you doing? Are you really bewitched?"

Le Zhiyu's voice of chanting scriptures stopped abruptly.

He didn't look back, but slowly closed the scripture in his hand, looked up at a gold-plated Buddha statue in front of him, and said softly: "I am not possessed by evil spirits, I am praying for others, and I am also making atonement for you."

I don't know if it was because he inhaled too much incense ash and dust, which made his mouth and tongue dry. His voice sounded far less soft and sweet than before, but a little more hoarse and vicissitudes.

But Mrs. Yang couldn't care less about delving into these details.

"Atonement for me?"

She frowned even tighter, and glared at Le Zhiyu angrily.

"I also said that I was not bewitched by evil spirits. This is starting to talk nonsense, but you are talking about it, what sin do I have to atone for?"

Le Zhiyu smiled, put the scriptures on the table, clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist mantra in a low voice.

"It is said in the Ksitigarbha Sutra that those who abandon their children will go to hell and suffer reincarnation after death, and they will never be able to recover. Are you not afraid when you hear that?"

The expression on Madam Yang's face suddenly changed.

"You, what do you mean by that?"

"You know exactly what I mean, so why play dumb?"

Le Zhiyu stood up and turned around, smiling and raising his eyebrows at her.

"Long time no see, mother."

He bit the word "mother" very hard, as if venting the resentment and injustice accumulated over the years, he had to let this title be chewed and torn up before swallowing it, so as to relieve his anger a little.

Mrs. Yang's body froze there, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, she could hardly believe her eyes, the hand holding the handkerchief trembled uncontrollably.

"It's you...it's impossible, you're not already, already..."

"already dead?"

Le Zhiyu, no, it should be Luo Wuyu, with a mocking smile on his face, he walked towards Mrs. Yang step by step.

"Yeah, you wish I would die early, so that you can comfort yourself that it was right to abandon me back then. I won't live long anyway, so why bother wasting effort on me."

"no!"

Mrs. Yang hastily denied it, with panic and pain in her eyes that had never been seen before.

"At that time, I had no choice but to keep you. After several years, I secretly sent people to inquire about you, but I couldn't find out anything. It was as if there was no one like you in the world. After many twists and turns, I spent a lot of money to buy off the Luo family One of my supervisors, he said that you died of illness very early, and he showed your tablet to the person I sent, so I believed it."

"So you believe it?"

Luo Wuyu walked up to her and smiled innocently.

"Then you are really easy to deceive."

He lifted up his sleeves and exposed all the criss-crossing scars on his forearms and yellow calluses on his palms in front of Mrs. Yang.

"I would rather die than be sent by my own father to be trained in a place that is more terrifying than the Temple of Yama. Being beaten and injured is commonplace. If I fail to complete the task of the instructor, I will be hung up and starved for a whole day. If you are almost dead, you will not be exempted from punishment. If you are older, you will go out to kill with other assassins. If you dare not do it, you will be beaten again when you come back. Mother, where were you at that time?"

Madam Yang's tears welled up in her eyes. She trembled her hands, trying to touch the scar on Luo Wuyu's arm, but he waved it away without hesitation, and laughed again.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I don't just kill people, I also go to brothels to learn how to seduce men, how to serve women, how to play with people's hearts, how to lure lovers in the bed to tell the truth, and work for me. ..."

"Enough! Say no more! Say no more!"

Mrs. Yang was already crying like rain, she covered her ears and couldn't bear to listen any more.

Luo Wuyu held down her wrist, pulled it off abruptly, and stared into her eyes.

"Why can't you say it? Don't you want to know what I have experienced during the years when I was separated from you? Don't you feel sorry for me or comfort me? Or, you are full of eyes, only Le Zhiyu is your child ?"

Madam Yang's face was full of tears, she looked at him sadly, she couldn't say anything, she could only shake her head subconsciously.

She seemed to be on the verge of collapse, but Luo Wuyu didn't intend to let her go, and still stabbed her heart word by word.

"When you ran away from the Luo family back then, because I was crying and making a scene and Le Zhiyu was obedient and obedient, you were afraid that the crying would attract people to chase you, so you abandoned me and ran away with Le Zhiyu in my arms. I was not in the capital in the old dynasty Show up, you can be forgiven for not being able to find me. In the new dynasty, the troubles between Mr. Luo and King Su were known all over the world. I don’t believe you don’t know at all. Why are you not curious about Luo Yue’s congregation? Where did such a big son come out, and the age is just right? Why didn't you send someone to investigate? You are clearly lying to yourself, guilty of guilt, and don't want to recognize me at all!"

"No, no..."

Madam Yang's throat was choked, and she said with difficulty: "When I was pregnant, I heard a lot of unclear rumors about Luo Yuelin and those high-ranking dignitaries. Several, so I thought you, you too..."

Luo Yuelin's romantic affairs are naturally the shameful memories that Mrs. Yang hates and gnashes her teeth. Even if she knows that he has a son again, she still doesn't know what kind of prince this son is. How could it be possible to get to the bottom of it if it polluted one's ears.

Luo Wuyu let go of Mrs. Yang's wrist, and his eyes instantly changed from anger and resentment to innocence, and he smiled gently.

"Forget it, it's all in the past, don't mention it, so as not to hurt the relationship between our mother and son, as long as my mother can love me as much as she loves Le Zhiyu in the future, then I will die in peace."

Mrs. Yang was originally sobbing and wiped her tears with a handkerchief, but suddenly, as if she remembered something, she grabbed Luo Wuyu's shoulder suddenly, her voice trembling in panic.

"What about others? What did you do to him?"

The corners of Luo Wuyu's mouth slowly retracted, forming a straight line, and after a while, he sneered.

"Don't worry, he is very well. He is on the way to Lingxi with General Ning. From now on, he will still live a happy life with no worries about food and clothing, pampered and loved by others. You should be happy for him."

"Lingxi? What do you guys want to do?!"

Mrs. Yang thought of Ning Yuancheng's sudden visit a few days ago, her heart was cold, and she tightened the handkerchief in her hand with anxiety and regret.

"I shouldn't be so careless, how could I let him in casually, I..."

"Come on."

Luo Wuyu glanced at her, and said: "You win over General Ning, and you have taken great pains to adopt him as a foster son, isn't it just to find a big backer for your precious son Le Zhiyu? This way he can be in the capital in the future." If you stand firm, you won’t be bullied and impeached by the courtiers and dignitaries just because you don’t have a family background, and you won’t let the crown prince have scruples, and you won’t easily depose his empress position because you like the new and dislike the old, and you want an heir, am I right?”

Madam Yang moved her pale lips, but before she could speak, Luo Wuyu immediately spoke again.

"Actually, why do you need to be so troublesome? You also know in your heart that Le Zhiyu is not suitable to live in the imperial city where intrigues and scrambles for power and profit. The prince loves him now because he is beautiful and lively. When this freshness is gone, he will just rely on him." That stupid brain is afraid that someone will kill him in the blink of an eye, so why not go to Lingxi Tiangao Emperor, and be with General Ning as a couple of gods and immortals, happy and at ease, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

Shocked, Mrs. Yang was so shaky that she could hardly even stand upright. Her usual calmness and swiftness no longer existed at this moment, and her mind was in turmoil.

"No, no, you can't do this. He likes the prince. How could he be willing to stay in Lingxi? You are harming him! Besides, you can't hide it from the prince. You will definitely be recognized by him. By then you will be finished..."

"I don't need to worry about it, I have my own way to deal with it."

Luo Wuyu supported her, and smiled again.

"As long as you hide it for me a little bit before that, I think, for his safety and mine, you will agree to my small request, right, mother?"