Dream Hua Embers Records

Yan Qihao stood under the tree, staring blankly at the figure in white, one step at a time, slowly walked up the slope, the huge full moon shone behind him, reflecting the figure in white as if faintly glowing .

Yan Yi's figure is not very tall, but her limbs are slender, her waist straightened, and her whole body is lifted up.Because he practiced martial arts since he was a child, every movement of his hand and every movement of his feet is elegant and unrestrained. Even if he just walks in a normal way, he can make people stunned and unwilling to look away for a moment.

Yan Yi arrived in front of the temple gate, stretched out her hand to knock on the door, retracted it again, lowered her head slumpedly, and lightly pressed her forehead against the door, standing there like a tree stump, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yan Qihao watched, his heart ached, he clenched his fists tightly, as if silently cheering Yan Yi up.

That year, it was such a cold moon, but there was not such a quiet night.It was summer, and the cicadas were singing, and the croaking was disturbing.

Yan Qihao hugged Yan Yi, who was not yet four years old, and walked up this slope step by step. Every step was extremely difficult.

That year, Princess Ulinda was dying of illness and was bedridden, unable to take care of her two children.The eldest son, Yan Zhang, is already seven years old and knows how to take care of himself. The second son, Yan Yi, has just turned four years old, and is at the age of clinging to adults, crying and begging for his mother all day long.Yan Qihao made up his mind to take Yan Yi to meet his biological mother, hoping to resolve Kang Linghao's hatred with family affection, and at least make her willing to take care of the child.

Similarly, Yan Qihao lingered outside the temple gate, raising and lowering his knocking hand several times.I haven't seen you for four years, what does Linghao look like now?As heroic as when we first met?Or is it violent and mad like pregnant?Or is it that the ancient Buddha with the green lamp has long been green, and his heart is as dry as wood and ashes?

"Father, is my mother good-looking?" A small hand gently stroked the beard on Yan Qihao's lips, and his immature voice was so sweet in the quiet night.

"nice……"

"Is it as good-looking as the concubine?"

"They look the same, but they look different. Have you seen the painting in Dad's study? The one with a woman in red."

"I know, my elder brother said that the picture was a red thread stolen box."

"Well. Your mother's appearance is as beautiful as the woman in that painting."

"Really? But why doesn't mother ever come to see me?"

"Because she was angry with Daddy and refused to forgive Daddy."

"Then I'll go and persuade her not to be angry with Daddy, Daddy is the best!"

"Okay! If you can persuade your mother, it will be considered a great achievement! In the future, Dad will teach you marksmanship and take you into battle."

"Okay, okay!" Yan Yi clapped her hands happily, "If I can persuade mother to come out and be with daddy every day, how can daddy reward me?"

Yan Qihao pursed his lips and chuckled, "Then Daddy, the commander-in-chief of the Iron Kite Army, I will leave it to you!"

"Really? Then it's settled, Dad is not allowed to play tricks, let's give high fives!"

Yan Qihao stretched out his hand, and lightly tapped Yan Yi's snow-white and tender hand three times.Yan Yi couldn't wait, and knocked on the rusty knocker on the closed black lacquered door.

In the quiet night, Yan Yi seemed to sense something, straightened up, raised her eyes and looked around.

Yan Qihao shrinks back into the shadow of the tree, afraid of being seen by Yan Yi.

Yan Yi turned her head in disappointment, sighed, and gently knocked on the door knocker.

The sigh was very soft, but to Yan Qihao's ears, it sounded like thunder.In fact, after such a distance, Yan Qihao couldn't be sure whether that sigh came from Yan Yi or from his imagination.

On that summer night more than ten years ago, Yan Qihao hesitated again and again, but finally summoned up his courage and knocked on the door knocker once, twice, three times... Yan Qihao paused for a moment, seeing no one responded, he continued to knock on the door...

I don't know how long it took, the door opened with a creak, and a woman in black came out, but she was a servant who served Kang Linghao.

"Honggu, the princess is seriously ill and has no energy to take care of this child anymore. This child is begging for a mother every day. Can you let him meet your lady? No matter what, the child is innocent. You see, he has come and gone. How cute..." Yan Qihao finally waited for someone to come out, fearing that Hong Gu wouldn't let him speak, he said a lot in one breath.

Hong Gu said coldly, "My lord, please go back! There is no mother for this child here." After speaking, she turned around and slammed the courtyard door, without giving Yan Qihao any chance.

Yan Yi burst into tears.

The night was very quiet, Yan Yi's cry was very clear, no one in the mansion dared to come out to make trouble, only Yan Yi's cry, long and short, high and low, floated in the night sky.

Yan Qihao frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly made up his mind, took off his coat and spread it on the floor, put Yan Yi, who was still sobbing, on it, squatted down, put his hands on Yan Yi's shoulders and said solemnly, "Yi'er , listen well, your mother is inside, but she is angry with daddy, so she won't even see you. Now that daddy is leaving here, maybe your mother won't be so angry, you continue to cry, cry louder Son, when your mother loves you, she will open the door and come out to see you."

"Father...I'm afraid of the dark...I don't want to..." Yan Yi cried while tugging at Yan Qihao's sleeve and refusing to let go.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Dad is watching you from below, look, it's under the old pine tree, you can play games with dad and mother, okay? If you can call mother out, you will win! "

"If I win, will Daddy teach me how to lead troops to fight?"

"That's right! If you win, you will be the young marshal with both wisdom and courage. The marshal cannot be afraid of the dark."

"Okay..." Yan Yi choked and nodded.

Yan Qihao took out his handkerchief, wiped away the tears and snot all over Yan Yi's face, and walked down the mountain step by step.

Yan Yi turned her head to see Yan Qihao's figure getting further and further away, suddenly felt sad and burst into tears.

That day, Yan Qihao was also standing under the big tree, staring at the little figure in front of the temple gate, with bursts of crying in his ears.The cry, at first, was a bit dry, but then it turned into a heart-piercing cry.Yan Qihao leaned against the tree, closed his eyes, and picked the bark tightly with his fingers, only peeling off a lot of the bark like fish scales of the masson pine tree one by one.

Just when Yan Qihao could no longer harden his heart and was about to step over to hug Yan Yi, Yan Yi suddenly burst into tears and cried, "Daddy! Wuwu...Daddy, don't go! Daddy—! Wuwuwu ...Why don't you want me? Mother! Mother! Woooooo... Come and save me, mother..." Yan Qihao was shocked and stopped in his tracks.

Yan Yi's mournful cry resounded throughout the palace, making Yan Qihao feel in a trance that he really seemed to have abandoned this child.

At this moment, the door creaked open again, the rusty hinge made an unpleasant sound, but to Yan Qihao's ears, it sounded like Lunyin.

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