Dream Hua Embers Records

Standing in front of the black lacquered gate, Yan Yi looked at the cracked and peeling paint, and the moss marks that had reached her waist, and couldn't help thinking of the past.

At that time, I was less than four years old, and I was sitting on my father's coat, sitting in front of this door. At that time, the black hair on this door was like my mother's black hair.Now, mother's blue hair has been stained with white dots, and she is as tall as her father, and this door is becoming more and more dilapidated...

Yan Yi looked up at the moon, thinking, since that time, every fifteenth full moon night, she will come here, it has become a fixed list.Or the next day, or three or five days, or seven or eight days, and then come out from the inside, it all depends on the mother's mood.It's just that the little child outside the door didn't think at all what was waiting for him inside the door, let alone that in the long years from now on, the monthly reunion of mother and child would make him see For fear of the road, and like maggots on the tarsus, lingering.

Once again, there was a rusty creaking sound, the door parted to both sides, and a thin woman in black floated out like a ghost.Yan Yi nodded, stretched out her hand to signal, and the woman led Yan Yi into the door.

The door was slowly closed, Yan Qihao let out a sigh of relief, and leaned gently against the tree, as if all the strength in his body had been drawn away.

Yan Yin followed behind the black-clothed Honggu, walking silently.There are no lights, and the cold moonlight shines on the lush grass and trees in the courtyard, which looks a bit ghostly.This reminded Yan Yi of the first time she saw her mother...

In the dark palace, the light of the candle flame flickered. The woman sat cross-legged, her black hair was knotted in the center of her head, and her hair was covered with a pure white scarf. They were so white that they were bloodless, and with that pretty and upright face, they didn't look like the red thread of a stolen box, but more like Guanyin in white clothes, but her expression was cold and stern, a little more murderous than Guanyin.

"Sure enough, it's even more beautiful than the red line on the painting." Yan Yi felt a little joy in her heart, she grinned her small mouth and asked with curved eyebrows, "Are you my mother?"

The woman suddenly changed color and shouted sharply, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Yan Yi was stunned, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was open and motionless, she couldn't even cry.

"Don't you speak Chinese?" the woman shouted angrily again.

Yan Yi can understand Han dialect. After all, Yanjing is a city with a lot of people. Except for those who speak straightforward women, there are many people who speak Han dialect. Half of the servants in the family also speak Han dialect.Listen, although I can understand, but I can't say a few words when I speak.At that moment Yan Yi replied in a murmur, "Only a little..." After finishing speaking, she flattened her mouth and wanted to cry.

The woman frowned, with a disgusted expression on her face, as if the lovely Yuxue child in front of her was not her own flesh and blood, but a mass of carrion and bones, "Gu Hong, go and teach him Chinese, don't let me listen to it again." To a straight girl! Otherwise, take a needle and sew his mouth shut!"

Yan Qihao still leaned against the tree, quietly watching the closed temple door, unwilling to leave. "I don't know if it's good to have Yi'er in it, what will they say and do when their mother and son are together..."

Yan Qihao thought about it, and recalled the scene when Yan Yi came out of it for the first time...

After that night, three days later, Aunt Hong hugged Yan Yi and handed it to Yan Qihao, saying only one sentence, "Miss ordered, let this child come over on the fifteenth of every month from now on." He left without looking back.

"Yi'er, have you seen mother? Is mother beautiful? Do you like mother?" Yan Qihao asked with a smile.

Yan Yi shook her head like a rattle, "I don't like it! I will never see her again!"

"Why?" Yan Qihao frowned.

Yan Yi burst into tears, "She hit me...here...and pricked me with a needle, it's full of blood..." Saying that, Yan Yi touched her buttocks, and stretched out her hand in front of Yan Qihao. Her small hands are white and flawless, but the way Yan Yi looks at the palm of her hand, it seems like it is covered with blood.

Yan Qihao frowned, stared at Yan Yiqing's clear eyes for a while, and then said slowly, "Go, Daddy will take you to take a bath."

Yan Qihao took off Yan Yi's clothes, looked up and down, and saw that there was no obvious injury, Fang heaved a sigh of relief, and asked, "Where did your mother hit you? Where did your mother stab you?"

"Here, and here!" Yan Yi poked her left and right buttocks with two hands respectively.

Yan Qihao took a closer look and saw that there were indeed a few light red spots on his buttocks, but they were not obvious.The child's skin is tender, even if he holds it for a while, his arms will show marks, it doesn't look like he was beaten.There are a few red spots on the back, and it is not clear whether it was a needle prick. Yan Qihao also saw Princess Zeng accidentally pricking her hand as a female celebrity, but it will be healed the next day without leaving any traces.These red spots are more like being bitten by mosquitoes, and there are some on Yan Yi's head, face and arms.

All food and beverage needs in the family temple are provided daily by the special personnel in the palace, Yan Qihao has always seldom intervened. "We should send someone to replace them with a new tent, and send some wormwood in... This child will often live in it in the future, and a set of daily necessities should also be prepared in it. Send someone to see if they still need anything. What is old and needs to be replaced..." Yan Qihao was thinking in his heart, but his hands didn't stop, holding the water with a cloth towel, gently washing Yan Yi's body.

"Ah! Daddy... don't! It's so itchy..." Yan Yi has been afraid of ticklish since she was a child, and it seems that her whole body is covered with itchy flesh, and she can't touch it at all.

Seeing Yan Yi giggling to the point of tears, Yan Qihao felt that what the child said about being beaten and stabbed before was a bit exaggerated, probably because he didn't want to see his mother and made up a reason.

"Yi'er, what did your mother use to beat you? Did she do it herself or let Honggu do it?"

"Use this! It's also wet." Yan Yi pointed to the cloth towel in Yan Qihao's hand, "It was my mother who hit me, and Hong Gu was holding me down and not letting me move." Yan Yi had a nasal voice, feeling aggrieved.

Yan Qihao smiled inwardly, how painful would it be to hit someone with a soaked cloth?It's Linghao doing it himself again, I'm afraid this child is naughty and disobedient?Linghao hasn't brought this child up for a day, and he has a fiery temper, so naturally he has no patience... After all, mother and child are connected, and if they get along for a while, they will gradually get better.

Seeing that the concubine's illness won't last this year, if she goes, the huge palace will lose its mistress... In Yan Qihao's heart, there is still a glimmer of hope to get back together with Kang Linghao, if Yanyi can win him over... Mother's favor gradually softened the ice, and this hope might still come true.Thinking of this, Yan Qihao asked again: "Then why did your mother beat you?"

"She doesn't let me speak straight women's language, but insists that I speak Chinese." Yan Yi complained loudly, hoping to get her father's support.

"Really... Did your mother teach you Chinese?"

"No, she asked Honggu to teach, and she came to test the teacher. If she said something wrong, she would beat me and even prick me with a needle!"

"That must be because you are disobedient and didn't study hard." Yan Qihao gently scratched Yan Yi's nose lovingly.

"Why should I study hard? I'm a straight woman, why should I learn Chinese?" Yan Yi was dissatisfied.

"But your mother is Han." Yan Qihao still whispered patiently.

"I don't recognize this mother, she treats me fiercely, I don't like her! I don't want to see her again!" Yan Qihao shouted at Yan Qihao, feeling extremely wronged because his father didn't turn to him.

"Nonsense!" Yan Qihao slapped Yan Yi lightly, through the water, it didn't take much effort, although the sound was loud, but there was only a touch of red on the snow-white skin like crispy butter, against the background of the water waves, Faint is not clear.

Yan Yi was so wronged that she burst into tears.

Yan Qihao didn't pay any attention, and just silently washed his body for Yan Yi.At this time, Yan Yi was only focused on crying, and completely forgot about itching.

When Yan Yi was tired from crying and her voice gradually died down, Yan Qihao put Yan Yi on his shoulders and said seriously, "Yi'er, no matter how your mother treats you, she is the mother who gave birth to you in October and raised you. Be filial to her, the word 'shun' in 'filial piety' means to obey your parents and not disobey your parents, even if what your parents say is wrong, you have to do it, you know?"

Yan Yi rolled her eyes at Yan Qihao and didn't answer.

Yan Qihao suppressed his anger, and said in a gentle voice again, "It's not bad for your mother to teach you Chinese, you have to study hard. From now on, I will go in to accompany your mother on the fifteenth of every month. She is in a bad mood, you How much do you want to comfort her, you know? Daddy has two children, you and your eldest brother, but your mother has only one son like you, if you don't recognize her, she will be sad, you know?"

Yan Yi lowered her head and said nothing.

"Speak!" Yan Qihao was a little impatient.

"Yes... Daddy..." Yan Yi replied without raising her head, her voice was small and muffled, two drops of tears fell into the water, causing small ripples, which dispersed in an instant, and then No trace either.

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