Green geese looking for a relationship

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"No need to be polite."

"..." Shanyue and Shanluo saluted halfway, neither up nor down.He could only secretly rejoice that His Highness did not pursue his nonsense just now.

Looking at the middle-aged woman, she carefully searched for the traces of eight years ago, "Aunt Yu, I haven't seen you for many years." He Kunjin's eyes softened a little, "Thank you." Thank you for taking care of your mother for so many years.

"Your Highness..." He turned his face to hide the red corners of his eyes, but couldn't stop the tears that were about to come out.

"Aunt Yu, I'm not young anymore." Seeing the woman who was once happy in all corners of the world, who was equivalent to half a mother in his heart, was bent over by the heavy palace walls, his heart ached.Even Aunt Yu...then Aunt, she...

"Ah... mother concubine, how are you?"

"Look at my age, I've foolishly delayed His Highness's affairs." Wiping the corners of his eyes neatly, he burst out with a smile, "Your Majesty is already up, Your Highness should go in quickly."

"Yeah." Aunt Xiang Yu nodded and gave Wei Kang a wink.

"Subordinate..." Touched his nose, "Just stay here and watch the scenery." He won't let anyone get close.

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Different from the sweltering heat outside the hall, there is a calming coolness in this huge sleeping hall.Accompanied by this Leng Xiang, Qin Sheng held the scroll in one hand, propped his face in the other, and leaned lazily on the couch. He didn't know how long he leaned on it, and how long he read, but there was no sign of turning the pages.The face was still beautiful despite the years, and the light makeup covered the black and blue under the eyes.The gaze staring at the scroll is obscure, dim, and floating.

crunch.The sound of the door being pushed open.She frowned, disdainfully sending half a glance.

"I said, don't give me any more medicine. I won't drink any more after I give it away." The cold tone lowered the temperature in the hall again and again.

"Well, that medicine is really bitter, so if you don't drink it, don't drink it." Qing Qingliang's tone was full of pampering, joy, concern, and hope between the lines.

The scroll in his hand trembled, and he lost the courage to look sideways.His eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were trembling. He opened and closed dozens of times, but he didn't say a word.

"Aunt... I'm back." The choked up words, and the staggering steps towards the side.

"..." Qing'er...

He closed his eyes, squeezed out the full of tears, bit his lips, and choked out the cruel sentence: "Why do you want to come back after getting rid of it?"

He reached out to his mother's hand, trembled, and retracted like an electric shock.Turning his face away, lowering his head, his lips trembled and trembled.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Qin Sheng's heart twitched violently at her daughter's actions, but the words she uttered were still cold.

She hates herself, she hates herself, she hates her own skin for messing up her loved ones into this man-eating situation; she blames herself, blames her existence for causing her relatives to suffer again and again; she hates herself, hates herself There is nothing you can do to change what you have caused.

Why?Why?Why are both of them like this?Why can't I stop doing it for myself... Really, I really can't afford to be hurt anymore, I can't bear it, and I can't afford to lose it anymore.But why, why do you continue?

"Why do you want to come back!" The scroll in his hand was thrown out, but fell into a warm palm.

"Because... if you don't come back, you won't be able to see A Niang..." Sit down lightly, and embrace the person who blamed herself so much, "Qing'er really misses A Niang... Day and night, I want to watch A-Niang dance swords, listen to A-Niang tell stories, eat snacks made by A-Niang, wear clothes sewed by A-Niang..."

Grabbing her mother's fingers, she looked carefully at them one by one, "Well, although Dim Sum looks a little ugly, and the stitches of the clothes are a little messed up...but Qing'er really misses Auntie...I look forward to it every day. Looking forward, looking forward to the end, looking forward to the day when you come back, now that this day has finally come, how can Qing'er give up on it?"

"Compared to saying goodbye to A Niang because of this palace wall in the future, Qing'er would rather drink the lotus seed soup made by A Niang every day..." Rubbing his head against his mother's neck and shoulders, "Today is Qing'er's 16th birthday, A Niang Don't be angry, okay?"

I couldn't cry anymore, "The lotus seed soup I made...is that so hard to swallow?"

"I can swallow it, I can swallow it, it's just that there is too much scum." Lifting his good right hand, he wiped and wiped the tears from the corner of his mother's eyes, "Look at my mother who is crying so much that she is crying all over her face." I don't know when A Niang became able to cry better than Rong'er."

Grab the hand next to the face with the backhand, gently move the daughter's body away, and slowly and carefully look at the daughter's face; bit by bit, inch by inch, moving the trembling fingertips on the face.I haven't seen him for eight years, and his appearance, voice, and body shape are all different from before.On the delicate face that has already grown up, he is looking for the childhood that he missed in his daughter with special preciousness.

"Don't look at it, Aniang, your face will be seen through by Aniang." She smiled softly, but met her mother's distressed eyes, "...then Aniang should see enough... in the future Just in case, Qing'er will have to cover this face even in front of A Niang in the future."

"Huh?" There was a pain in my heart, and a pause in my hands.

He stared into his mother's eyes unbearably, squeezed his left hand hidden in his sleeve, and the appearance in his mother's eyes changed suddenly.

Such similar eyes, such similar movements, and demeanor, are all the shadow of her husband, with a blunt heart and a headache.

"You... have learned..."

"Hmm..." I knew that my mother's eyes suddenly darkened because she thought of my father, "Daddy...before he left...he left two spirit feathers to me, in fact...before I went to Yan, I followed Ah After learning some of the formulas left by my father, I was able to have enough spiritual power to plant one of my father's spiritual feathers to my sister before leaving. Later, in Yan country, I also practiced it intermittently until I met a Master, you have taught me everything about the Spirit Race in detail." He tapped his forehead, and three awns appeared.

Seeing the color of the light spot, the eyebrows twitched, "The two on the side are yours, and the one in the middle..."

"I learned it from my master. My father's other root, I have passed it on to others... It can be regarded as... I have fulfilled my father's wish of accepting apprentices." Holding my mother's hand on her lap, rubbing Kneaded, kneaded.

"Every descendant of the spirit race will have two spiritual feathers, which are connected to the spiritual consciousness and are the source of spiritual power. If ordinary people want to practice spiritual power, they need to learn from the spirit race, so that they can plant a spiritual feather Enter his body. Once the spirit feather enters the body, it will last forever in the recipient's body, and there will always be an unbroken master-student bond between the two. Judging from the fact that both of my spirit feathers are illusions, Ah Niang must not be a Spirit Race, but A Niang has the spiritual power of the cold attribute, could it be..."

He stretched out his hand and flicked his daughter's forehead, "It's such a big deal, if you want to ask anything, just say it."

"A Niang's master is from the Spirit Race? The Cold Spirit Race? A Niang is not so much a master of swordsmanship, but a master of spiritual arts?"

"Yes and no. Master's swordsmanship is unmatched in the era of turbulent chaos. After all, the title of 'Sword Immortal', which is as famous as 'Sword Ghost', is not for nothing."

"Sword Immortal? Sword Immortal!? The Sword Immortal Yuqiong who founded the Sword Sect?"

"Could it be that there are other people? Sword fairy and sword ghost, there is only one pair in the Jianghu. It is said that they are a pair of gods and couples, and there are not a few people." Seeing her daughter's strange expression, "What's wrong?"

"Immortal couple? A Niang is not joking. The master I and A Niang mentioned is the Sword Ghost Chaojing. Master, he is an old man all day long..." Embarrassed, he shrunk his face, "Mr. Lingzhai, my wife, Not proficient in martial arts... definitely not a sword fairy. However, this generation is really messed up."