Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Ye Mansion is huge, but you can see the carved railings and jade, the courtyard is paved with white jade and Han stone, a few clusters of peach blossoms in the corner are like Danxia, ​​and there is a long corridor under the vermilion corrugated tiles. On the woman's shoulders, the unique and penetrating purple eyes looked around the mansion, and fell down again as if discouraged.

Mo Yun followed behind and watched, staring at the white dough-like master with red eyes, thinking about how to take him out.

And Bai Dianzi just looked at the umbrella in his hand, the end of his eyes suddenly turned red, and his eyelashes trembled, sweeping down to cover the watery light in his eyes.

The hand that wasn't holding the umbrella raised up and rubbed his eyes, but there was not much movement and no sound.

"Young master is crying?" Luo Zhu took care of him growing up, and he was careful, and it didn't take long for him to guess what he was doing with this little move.

Mo Yun just wants to snatch the master back.

The child probably wouldn't lie, but when he heard the woman in black's questioning, he just hid his face under his hands and kept his mouth shut to cover up his tears.

After returning to the room, Luo Zhu put him down, straightened his temples, then looked at him for a moment, stared at his red eyes, and sighed.

"I'll go first, the young master will play by himself."

The young master was very obedient, and he nodded in agreement.

Mo Yun squatted beside him, wanting to touch this man many times, but his fingers always passed through, unable to touch the white doughy face, and unable to wipe off the tears on his face.

Accompanying Bai Dianzi through these vague memories like a ghost behind his back, and occasionally seeing children playing with Feng Yuling, who is one year younger than him, and Mo Yun staring at the side, only wanting to snatch the child so much.

I don't know how long it took, but I saw the red lotus in the pond blooming in full bloom, and the lotus leaves and branches stretched out to block Fuqu from the hot sun.

The white dough is still the same white dough, wearing a blue brocade suit embroidered with acacia, with two horns tied on her head with a ribbon, sitting on the stone steps in front of Ye Mansion holding a lotus lantern bigger than her face, lowering her head and playing with it.

I don't know where the lotus lantern came from, but Mo Yun just wanted to be next to him, so he sat on the stone steps and looked at him with his head tilted.This child was born with red lips and white teeth, dark purple eyes like deep springs, wearing a robe with narrow sleeves, hanging his head in the shade, very well-behaved.

Today's climate is hot, the hot sun shines on the marble floor of the street, and the distorted heat waves seem to melt the pedestrians on the road, peeling off a layer of skin.

Mo Yun couldn't feel the temperature here, but he saw a fine layer of sweat forming on Zhizi's forehead, he raised his sleeve to wipe it off, got up with the lotus lantern in his arms, turned around and stepped into Ye Mansion.

But as soon as he stepped on the threshold, Zhizi was picked up by one hand, and the lotus lantern he held in his hand fell to the ground, his limbs flew into the air, he thumped twice, but did not struggle to get down.

Then he turned his head slightly, saw the face of the person behind him clearly, and whispered: "Mother..."

The woman's face was bright and beautiful, and she was dressed in green clothes, making her graceful and charming, with firm skin, slightly curved red lips, flowing eyes, and natural affection between her brows and eyes, but her eyes were cold, seductive and not charming.

The appearance is five points similar to Ye Wuchen in adulthood, but different from him, this woman has three points of arrogance when looking at people, and she is full of meanness.

The woman didn't respond to him, and carried him back to the mansion in her arms, her eyebrows were lightly frowned, her expression seemed impatient.

When she returned to the wing room, she suddenly threw the child in her arms onto the bed, with too much force, the back of the child's head hit the bedpost unexpectedly, the pain made him burst into tears, but he bit his lower lip and did not cry out.

The woman stood in front of the bed, with a handsome figure, a willow slender waist, eyes like heavy jade, staring at the child with a calm face like Shi Wei.

It wasn't until he raised his head carefully that the woman sat in front of the bed, and the steps on her head made soft noises with her movements, which was even more abrupt in this silent environment.

She stretched out her hand, pulled Zhizi to her side, pinched his tear-stained face, and with some force, left red marks on the white and tender face.

"Chen'er." She whispered, the hand pinching the child's face remained unabated, her face was as cold as ice, "You are not like me at all."

"mother……"

There was a deep mark on the cheek pinched by the woman's nails, the eye sockets of the childish eyes seemed to be stained with haze, the tip of the nose was also light red, and the voice was still whispering, "Can you stop pinching me?"

The woman squinted her eyes, and suddenly twisted her slender fingers on his face, drawing a bloodstain on the tender skin with her nails, completely ignoring the child's whimpering, and pinching the bloodstain with her nails.

"I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place."

The furnishings of this room had a faint charm, but a silent abuse was going on. The woman saw the pale blood on the child's face washed down by tears, and suddenly tapped him hard on the forehead with her fingers.

She said in a deep voice, "Why are you crying? Are you a woman? You know how to cry all day long!"

Zhizi then raised his hand to wipe his tears, sobbing uncontrollably, seeing the blood wiped from the back of his hand with blurred eyes, as if frightened, he choked up, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.

But in the woman's eyes, this appearance probably didn't make sense, so she raised her hand and slapped him on the forehead again, "Still crying?"

The child was leaning against the head of the bed, hit her, hit the back of the head against the bedpost, and had pinched wounds on his face, and it hurt even looking at it from the side.

But he just tried his best to wipe away his tears, suppressing the choking in his throat, "No, don't cry."

Mo Yun was worried for a while, but he was helpless, even he didn't know what Ye Wuchen was trying to trap himself in this kind of memory.

The low sobbing was suppressed in the throat, and the whole body of the child was trembling. The half of the face that was pinched was red and swollen, and the hands full of tears were still covered with shallow tears. Crimson blood.

The closed door suddenly knocked from outside, the woman paused, and pulled the child into her arms, the wood element spiritual power penetrated into his body, stopped the bleeding, and sealed his movements.

Then, she raised her eyes to the opened door, pressed her fingers on the back of the child's head inadvertently, and smiled at the man who came slowly, "Fixed?"

"Well, when the affairs of the plane are finished, you can take Chen'er away." Ye Lichuan was wearing a white robe with gold patterns, white jade inlaid around his waist, and his black hair was simply tied behind his head, with a silver hair button fastened.

Seeing the child in the woman's arms, he strode forward, patted his shoulder lightly, and said with a smile, "Chen'er? Daddy is back."

His voice is warm and deep, like embellish jade, but it didn't make the child look up. Ye Lichuan couldn't help but look at the woman, and her eyes fell on the hand that was pressing on the back of the child's head. Before he could speak, the woman smiled and said He slaps away.

"Chen'er is asleep, don't disturb him."

Ye Lichuan instantly lowered his voice and reminded: "Then don't press him down like this, it will suffocate him."

"Yes, yes, I understand." The woman said, hugging the child in her arms, but did not expose his face to Ye Lichuan.

Ye Lichuan saw that she had been hugging her like this and didn't let go, so he said again, "Holding him like this is tiring, let him sleep on the bed."

"No." The woman refused, and then said leisurely: "Chen'er has not kissed me since he was a child, so he fell asleep to let me hold him safely."

"Why doesn't he kiss you anymore?" Ye Lichuan laughed, and took out a blooming lotus lantern from nowhere. Mother."

The woman was a little stunned, she lowered her head and grabbed the lantern, looked at it for a moment, she didn't know who she was speaking to.

"Useless stuff."

In an instant, she changed the subject again, and while patting away Ye Lichuan's hand that was about to hold the child, she asked him: "You said you want to take Chen'er away?"

Ye Lichuan rubbed the back of his hand that she had slapped, smiling.

"Chen'er has inherited some of my power and does not belong to this world. If he is left behind, some mistakes will inevitably occur in the plane."

The woman seemed to be hesitant about this matter, and she paused for a moment before saying, "Then where are you going to place him?"

"The main temple." He blinked slowly, looking at the child in the woman's arms with a warm expression. Although he couldn't see his face, as a father, of course he loved his child no matter what he saw.

"Usually let the system play with him, and send a few main gods to take care of him. If he is bored, I will take him to the plane to play for a while."

"According to you, Chen'er only knows how to play?" The woman chuckled, and suddenly changed the subject, "What about me? Where am I in your plan?"

"Of course you're by my side."

Ye Lichuan smiled at her, with the style of a gentle gentleman, layers of friendship bloomed in his purple eyes, just one glance is ten thousand years.

"I have already communicated with the great master over there, asking you to come to the cultivation section." Ye Lichuan twitched his eyelashes when he said this, and suddenly moved closer to the woman, his Adam's apple rolling, "I dug you over."

The woman met his lingering gaze, and suddenly tightened her hand holding the child tightly, with anger and anger, "Have you asked me what I mean?"

Avoiding Ye Lichuan's sight, she coughed lightly, "Remember to discuss it with me next time."

Ye Lichuan nodded with a smile, "Yes."

Mo Yun looked extremely depressed, and even thought of beating someone.

It is estimated that the man whose eyes are full of lovers is selectively blind. Ye Lichuan didn't notice that the woman's hand holding the child was tightening a little bit. As a bystander, in this memory centered on Ye Wuchen, he See more clearly.

His master was trembling.

The child under the age of five was hit by the woman's finger on the back of the head and was knocked out. This body is not so tolerable, but it is blocked from moving, there is no sound, and all the pain can only be smashed teeth to the belly Riton.

His master...

Mo Yun tried to catch him out of this memory more than once, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. His body passed through the illusion of laughter, and his fingers didn't touch anything.

It's always empty.

In the end, he could only gasp and stay where he was, watching his pain, his fear, and his helplessness, as if even his own soul was pulling the pain with him, turning around and falling into the helpless pain again.

The woman sent Ye Lichuan away, and when she saw the door closed, she put the child in her arms on the bed, then pulled the clothes on her chest that were a little wet with his tears, with disgust in her eyes.

The child noticed her eyes, and involuntarily wiped the red and swollen eyes rubbed by the cloth, but they were red, hot and dry, without any teardrops.

That's right, the woman had controlled him long ago, Ye Lichuan didn't let him shed a single tear when Ye Lichuan was around, and the tears on the clothes were just the remaining tears on his face.

The woman picked up the lotus lantern placed by the bed, put it in her hands and looked at it carefully, then suddenly pulled out the note inside, and read the two words on it.

"Mu Qiong?" She turned her head to look at the childish child who kept rubbing her eyes, "You remember my name clearly."

Because of her, the child who fell on the bed was still unable to speak, but the tone of this sentence was similar to words of approval, which made the child raise his head, and then tentatively, he pulled out a smile.

But that young face is really embarrassed now, there is an unhealed bloodstain on the left cheek, his eyes are red and swollen, but Dai Zi's pupils are slightly bright, clear like a sunny sky in summer without the slightest cloud .

Very clean and very careful.

"Throw me a peach, and repay it with Qiongyao..." Mu Qiong read out this poem softly, "It's a pity, I chose this name randomly, and you don't even know my real name."

She looked at her child with extremely weird eyes, like disgust, like irritability, mixed with too many negative emotions, like needlework, stitching up the smile that the childish child tried to show, making him bow his head and dare not talk to his mother. Look at each other.

Mu Qiong suddenly grabbed his ear, the child's ear bones are so soft and can be kneaded at will, it should be a soft treasure.

But she pulled his ear and turned him over on the bed without any mercy, her voice was indifferent.

"It can't be counted as my own child."

A painful expression suddenly appeared on the child's face, and his eyes were filled with tears, but he immediately raised his sleeves to wipe away the rushing water in the future.

Mo Yun has never been so helpless, unable to protect himself, so he can only watch helplessly, watching the treasure he has worked so hard to find, being abandoned in this memory, he is powerless, helpless , powerless.

Mu Qiong used some medicine to heal the injury on the child's face, then looked at him indifferently, "Will Chen'er tell Dad?"

Those dark purple eyes were lifted up, filled with shallow watery light, the child looked at his mother's thin eyes, and for a moment didn't know how to answer, so he sat up very lightly, and carefully grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Will you tell him?" Mu Qiong asked again, like a death talisman.

The white dough sitting on the bed, who was so obedient, flinched, and couldn't help pulling at the hem of his clothes, anxious and fearful, "Mother, mother, do you want me to tell daddy?"

Mu Qiong seemed to be angry, and suddenly raised her hand, making a gesture to strike, "What do you think?"

The child closed his eyes for an instant, his voice trembling, "Don't tell, I won't tell Dad, I won't tell him."

He didn't know how to make Mu Qiong happy like this, he could only hear the woman's low laughter ringing in his ears, as if the wind had blown the silver bell, so clear and crisp.

She pinched the child's face with much lighter force than before, like the intimacy between mother and child.

The gentle face was full of indifference, and a spiritual force directly passed through the child's body, making him lose his voice.

"You never had a chance to tell him."