Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

The handsome and tall man didn't hear it at all, his brows and eyes were full of worry and exhaustion.

"Father..." The little boy bit his lip and could only call out again.

"What's wrong?" Holding his son up, the man rubbed his frowning brows.

"Where's mother?" The little boy asked timidly with his immature voice, his big black and white eyes were full of doubt and sadness.

The man was silent for a while, and then said wearily: "Father doesn't know either."

But then, he patted the little boy on the back again, and said, "Don't worry, Ah Yi, the emperor will get mother back, okay? Be good and wait for mother to come back and praise you, okay?"

Ah Yi...

Song Le looked at the child with tender eyebrows and eyes that looked like Luo Yi, he nodded obediently, blinked his big eyes, nodded big, and replied softly: "Okay, I will wait for mother to come back."

Tears welled up again, making Song Le's nose sore.

At this moment, they... had no idea what happened to Wen Ruo.

His eyes were once again blurred by tears.

The angle of view changed again, and Song Le saw the man who was lying ill on the bed.

Luo Yi was only seven or eight years old at the moment, and about five or six years later, the handsome emperor of that year was already covered with white hair, with a lingering gloomy resentment condensed in his brows, and his sick face was haggard. , like an oil lamp withered.

"A Yi, do you know what my father hates the most in this life..." The man's voice was hoarse, he raised his hand as hard as he could, and forcefully held the hand of Luo Yi, who was kneeling on the side of the bed with a pale face.

The little Luo Yi was trembling all over, with a red nose, and called out to his father in a panic.

The man closed his eyes, there seemed to be tears, but no tears; there seemed to be hatred, but it was clearly mixed with other things.

He smiled bleakly.

"Ah Yi, take care of yourself, Father really... can't hold on anymore..." A voice of relief seemed to have reached the limit.

Luo Yi was stunned, and his face became paler.

Then I watched the once warm and generous hands gradually lose their strength and slowly slipped down.

Song Le stood there, looking at Luo Yi who had been kneeling for an unknown amount of time trembling, gently pushed the man's arm, and whispered to Father, but in this silent palace, the silence made one's heart desolate.

Gradually, only his flustered choked sobs remained, and he shook his head slightly, unwilling to believe, unwilling to face it, but he never got a response.

"Father, father...you get up...you get up..."

"Get up..."

"Get up..."

"Please get up..."

……

Song Lexin seemed to be tightly pulled into a ball, in pain.It hurts.

Suddenly walked over, slowly bent down and hugged Xiao Luo Yi who was gritting his teeth tightly to prevent the tears from falling, and cried for him.

……

The eyes slowly fell into darkness.

Song Le felt his hand was held warmly, and his whole body was embraced by a warm embrace.

"It's okay, don't cry." The warm voice soothed her emotions.

"Luo Yi..." Song Le regained consciousness and murmured subconsciously.

"That's my father, and my mother." He hummed softly and said in a low voice.

"I know." Song Le turned sideways, hugged him back, buried him in his warm neck, and said sullenly.

"I want to bury them together before leaving." He stroked her soft hair.

"Leave?" Song Le heard the words, a little puzzled, and said blankly, "Where are you going?"

Luo Yi seemed to give a low laugh, and there was a subdued sadness and relief in the laughter.

"It's not me, it's us. Let's go to a peaceful place surrounded by mountains and rivers, where the sunrise can be seen in the morning and the sunset can be seen when the evening returns. We will be a couple for the rest of our lives, okay?"