Inside the house, there was dead silence for a long time.
The child in his mother's arms seemed to be tortured by the pain, and he cried and murmured in his sleep.
Empress Ying Ji hurriedly lowered her head and kissed his little face lovingly, then hummed the light cradle again, hugging him and rocking him gently.
Yun Rong looked calm, but there was already a turmoil in his heart!
Yaoshou! ! !
She was unsophisticated and starved the little ancestor for seven days, and accidentally became the culprit of the breakdown of the relationship between the sect master and his wife!
This is the rhythm of becoming a sinner through the ages!
She feels sorry for Zhongyou! Sorry, empress! I'm sorry, young master! ! !
It was not only the sect leader who fled, but also Master Sijian who was in chaos.
She glanced at Empress Ying Ji with complicated eyes and a guilty conscience. After all, Yun Rong was not a person who evaded responsibility.
She bowed deeply to the mother and son on the bed and said, "Madam, this disciple is guilty!"
Ying Ji has a very clear mind, and when she saw Yun Rong, a swordsman who only read books about sages and sages, came to the small building for the first time today, she had already guessed everything.
Yun Rong has always heard that people from the Zhongyou Dynasty have strange and cruel methods, and they must avenge themselves and protect their shortcomings.
I knew in my heart that I had tortured the Empress’s beloved son a lot, and I was afraid that what happened today would not go well.
Unexpectedly, Empress Ying Ji did not take the lead in the fight.
She looked calm, and smiled helplessly, saying: "Tianxi, no one knows that you are a fool among swordsmen. You are not ordinary, so I can't blame you for this. Ayu is so old, if he is a little bit younger, Use some thought to avoid taking into account the problems.
He is preoccupied with the rise and fall of the Tianxi Sword Sect. He also feels that An'er's qualifications are ordinary and he is anxious that he will not be able to hold a big position in the future. His education methods are too radical, which I don't like. "
Yun Rong couldn't help but feel even more ashamed when he saw that she was not surprised and understood her righteousness so well.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the child in her arms, pursed her lips and said, "Is he okay, young master? I'm afraid he's not feeling well because I'm hungry every day?"
Yun Rong also asked politely, but Lady Ying Ji was actually a good-tempered person. She smiled at her and said, "Do you want to hug him?"
Yun Rong was immediately at a loss.
She has never held a baby in her arms.
But after all, the sect master's wife has orders, and it's not easy for a disciple to disobey.
Yun Rong had no choice but to put down the cold sword from his waist, walked over with both hands and feet, and stiffly and carefully picked up the child from the hands of Empress Ying Ji.
The child had been suffering from a high fever for several days and was very weak. Even though Yun Rong held the child inappropriately and was not as gentle and comfortable as Empress Ying Ji, she did not wake him up.
But in my sleep, I finally felt something.
In the arms of a stranger, the child's hands and feet suddenly became orderly and well-behaved, far less carefree and coquettish than in his mother's arms.
Yun Rong hugged him and felt that the baby's body was so soft and had a nice smell of milk. It felt very different from the sword he held in his arms in the past, and he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.
She quietly touched the child's waist. The clothes were really too big. She was afraid that after watching the sword, she could only come back here for a meal at sunset.
Thinking of this, Yun Rong felt even more ashamed.
Empress Ying Ji touched a knot in the hair on his head and said with a warm smile: "I know that the Thirteen Sword Masters are often involved in important matters. I dare not trouble you with my own personal interests, but I still want to request One thing for you.”
Through her clothes, Yun Rong inadvertently felt the warm heartbeat coming from under her small chest.
For some reason, her Taoist heart seemed to be touched for a moment, and she asked softly: "What's the matter?"
"If this child starts crying one day, please be gentle with him."
Ying Ji smiled slightly. A woman like her smiles really beautifully: "It'll be fine once."
Yun Rong couldn't understand that he had such a powerful mother guarding him. If the little baby cried, why would it be her turn to comfort him.
Looking at Ying Ji's pale face with a hint of frightening haggardness, for some reason, Yun Rong suddenly felt a little sad.
She asked in a low voice: "Does Madam have any hidden illness?"
The innocent smile on Ying Ji's face did not fade away, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be full of charm, but there was no ripple in the depths of her eyes.
She smiled like this, as if she was saying something insignificant and easy: "I'm afraid I won't live long."
Yun Rong clearly felt the body of the little man in his arms trembling slightly.
But he didn't wake up. Instead, he buried his little head in her chest like a dream.
Yun Rong subconsciously held his little head.
Slowly dissipate the warmth, coolness and dampness.
Her mind suddenly became confused, and her body felt cold: "How...how could this be so? Your Majesty is in her prime, so don't talk nonsense."
Ying Ji shook her head, but did not explain the reason for her physical damage. She said, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Miss Yun Rong may agree to my small request."
Regardless of big or small matters, Yun Rong has always been open-minded and has always taken matters of life and death very lightly.
Seeing that Ying Ji didn't want to say more, she refused to ask any more questions. She looked at Ying Ji empress deeply and said, "Madam's order, I dare not say anything."
Even though Yun Rong has never been a comforting person.
Although Empress Ying Ji never blamed her for her negligence, Yun Rong finally told the sect leader the truth about what happened.
After the sect leader found out that his son had become 'squeamish' because of this, his expression was indescribably moving.
Maybe he thought of how harsh and cold he was to the young master in Dongli Xiaozhu, not showing any care and concern as a father, and the fierce argument with Ying Ji, and that cold face finally made Yun Rong look at it. There was a hint of regret.
There is a kind of person in the world who is the most hard-spoken and soft-hearted.
Yun Rong doesn't know whether the sect leader is soft-hearted or not, but his mouth is really tough and he can't even lose his face:
"I have never been hungry for three meals a day. After all, I am still at the age of studying in Linchi. Don't you tell others when you are hungry or cold? If you insist on forcing yourself into this situation, everyone will be unhappy. "
Yun Rong couldn't help but think of the disciples in the academy. If he was used to tender care, how could his children not know how to act coquettishly?
The first thing a child who has been left alone in a desolate room with several torn volumes of books and a cold candle outside the window to learn is to be sensible.
Although the sect leader's words were quite blaming.
But after this incident, Yun Rong occasionally passed by Dongli Xiaozhu and found that the little adult-like child in the bamboo house, studying hard, had a new coat to keep out the cold.
After that, Sword Master Yu might have truly understood the terrifying nature of Yun Rong.
He avoided the Quanxue Peak like a tiger and never took his son up the mountain to learn Taoism from her.
In the days that followed, Yun Rong had very few opportunities to see the young master.
Yun Rong's temperament is to choose one thing for the rest of her life, and she will not change her mind for prosperity. Wind, frost, snow and rain will not let her waver.
Naturally, such an oolong incident would not leave too deep a mark in her heart.
Another year of autumn frost in the mountains and rivers.
In the frozen snow of the desert, a genius swordsman from Mobei suddenly emerged. He realized the legendary sword power and single-handedly defeated the four immortal sects in the snowy area, and became famous.
After Yun Rong heard this, he became interested in fighting, so he went to Mobei to have a battle with this talented swordsman and won a great victory.
Yun Rong took advantage of this opportunity to perfect his sword spirit, energy and bones, and finally reached the point of overcoming the tribulation, and the whole mountain celebrated together.
On such a night worthy of celebration, under the lively celebrations of his fellow disciples, even the weak-minded Yun Rong couldn't help but drink a few more drinks.
Feeling slightly tipsy, she left the banquet alone, taking advantage of the coolness of the snow and walking in the wind.
Unknowingly, I came to Yuhan Bridge and listened to the sound of winter snow and jade breaking.
The scenery of Yuhan Bridge is extremely beautiful. The thin frost on the railings gives off a cold color under the moonlight. Stars hang down all over the fields, and the dogwood grass on the snow bank is all covered with a layer of crystal clear frost on the bank of the cold river. Cool colors.
Yun Rong was holding half a bottle of wine in his hand, his eyes were dazed and his brows were still chilled by the wind and snow on the bridge.
Unintentionally, with her eyes lowered, she suddenly heard the sound of breaking ice coming from under the Yuhan Bridge.
Feeling something strange in her heart, Yun Rong turned over into the river with a faint smell of alcohol. Her body was as light and graceful as a crane. Her white boots touched the water lightly, and she floated on the side of the bridge like fallen flowers.
Under the bridge corridor, the light was not very clear, and Yun Rong was slightly drunk from drinking. He had to squint his eyes carefully to see clearly that there was a little guy squatting and curled up under the bridge.
Yun Rong thought he had seen it wrong, so he blinked and looked again.
Who is that little guy if he's not their young master Tianxi?
The sect leader has strict orders for this young master. After Mao hour, he is not allowed to leave Dongli Xiaozhu at will.
Over the years, he has never disobeyed in the slightest.
This abnormal appearance tonight is probably because he sneaked out of Dongli Xiaozhu.
Yun Rong smiled knowingly, thinking that as the child grew older, his playfulness became more and more bold, and he dared to run out to play in the snow secretly with the sect leader on his back.
Thinking of this, Yun Rong also felt a little helpless.
It's freezing cold today, and he's never been in good health. If he gets cold again, he's probably going to suffer from the sect leader again.
She bent down slightly, bowed her head under the bridge, smiled and called him softly: "Young Master?"
Unexpectedly, with this call, the smile that had not dissipated suddenly froze on her face.
The hazy moonlight crossed over the sparkling river, illuminating the little guy's face more and more beautifully. There was a faint glimmer of water in his eyes, and the traces of tears on the tender and green cheeks were clearly visible.
The young master... cried.
Yun Rong's scalp went numb. With her laid-back personality that didn't want to cause more trouble, she subconsciously wanted to turn her head and pretend she didn't see him.
But just at this moment, Ying Ji's words from a year ago suddenly hit Yun Rong's heart.
She had no choice but to give up the idea of turning around and leaving. Yun Rong bent down in front of the little guy, poked his little nose that was red from crying, and stiffly comforted him: "Stop crying."
What a strange child. Even when he cries, he cries silently and calmly, as if he never knows what arrogance is.
Who knew what kind of switch was involved this time? The mist in the eyes of the little guy who was just crying silently suddenly burst out. He threw himself into her arms with a whoop and cried loudly.
The little guy was sobbing so hard that he didn't know how to cry. His little face was a mess and he instantly turned into a little cat.
This time, Yun Rong was a little at a loss. She had never encountered such a thing before, and she never thought that a little guy who usually looked at him quietly could cry so fiercely.
Yun Rong was afraid that he would die from crying, so she patted his back and comforted him: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore. Senior sister will take you to catch the snow rabbit, okay?"
As he cried, he slowly calmed down, but his two little hands were still holding her clothes tightly.
The little guy is actually not difficult to coax, nor does he like to make noises. He slowly raised his little head from her arms, his eye circles still red: "Father will not let me raise rabbits."
Yun Rong was stunned, hearing the strictness of the sect leader, and was helpless.
I remember that when she went to Dongli Xiaozhu a year ago, there was a pond in the yard with a koi and fat fish.
The pond existed when the young master was two years old.
The little fish in the pond was obviously an ordinary fish in the world. He had raised it for two years, but it happened that he had developed some spirituality.
Every time he spreads the bait at sunset, the little fish in the pond will swim happily and touch his little feet affectionately.
Sometimes it turns over the water, sometimes it spits bubbles, which makes the little guy very happy.
But once, while playing on the bank of the pond, he forgot the time and missed his homework, and was caught by the sect master.
The sect leader didn't say anything at that time. It wasn't until the next day that the small pond was filled with a flat bottom, making the courtyard even more empty and desolate. There were no more lotus pods or fish.
The young master, after his father left the small building, sat in the courtyard all night. He still didn't make any noise, but there was no smile on his face anymore.
The sect master never said that he would not be allowed to raise rabbits, but from then on, he never dared to raise small animals again.
Yun Rong knew that this topic was extremely unpleasant. She turned her eyes and saw the two little snowmen holding by his legs.
One of the snowmen carries a long sword on his back and has a crown on his head. He is high-spirited and you can tell at a glance that he is the sect leader.
The other snowman is tall and elegant, holding a lotus lantern in his hand. He is lifelike. Who is he if he is not the Empress Ying Ji?
Yun Rong pretended to exaggerate and let out a soft sound of surprise, squinted his eyes and smiled: "These two little snowmen are really beautiful."
But the little guy in his arms was not praised. He seemed to not want to discuss this and turned his head to the other side: "Senior sister, you smell like wine."
Yun Rong knocked him on the head: "Begging for a beating, senior sister smells like a daughter."
The young master didn't speak, he just lay on her shoulder, eyes open, staring at the dust floating under the ancient bridge corridor, very quiet.
Yun Rong didn't know what was going on in his little head.
He was really not in a good state tonight. I was afraid that he would be alone with his thoughts, so I had to continue to find a topic to chat about:
"How come you only made two little snowmen, and where are you? Are there not enough snow dumplings? Would you like Senior Sister to fly up and grab two handfuls of snow for you?"
The little guy buried his cheek into her shoulder and muttered, "Without me."
Yun Rong smiled and said, "Just give it a squeeze and you'll have it."
"Enough……"
"What?" Yun Rong was stunned.
The little guy hugged her tighter, his body shivering. A year had passed, but he was still thin and small.
It should have been a crazy age, but he seemed to have been stuck in the past.
His voice was low, but a four-year-old child understood everything: "It would be fine without me."
"In this way, my father and my mother-in-law will not quarrel every day, and my mother-in-law will not be injured because of giving birth to me. Without a mediocre son like me, my father will not be ashamed of me. He will definitely look forward to the past. If you treat my grandma well like that, she won’t be unhappy and won’t...leave Baituo Mountain."
The low voice faintly penetrated through the thin shirt, which was particularly heartwarming.
It turns out that tonight, the relationship between Empress Ying Ji and the sect leader turned sour again, and she left the White Camel Mountain alone.
But at tonight's banquet, there was nothing strange about the sect leader's face. His wife left the mountain, but he still had the heart to hold a celebration banquet.
Yun Rong's mood became more and more complicated. The young master's mother was gone, but she was still drinking the celebratory wine heartlessly in the main hall for half the night.
Suddenly there was a feeling of dampness in his clothes. Yun Rong lowered his eyes and saw a small snow dumpling hidden in his blue-grey robe with small sleeves.
Less than half of the snow dumpling was melted by his body temperature, and its original outline could no longer be seen.
But Yun Rong knew that it was himself he was pinching.
He didn't dare to put himself together with the two little snowmen, so he hid himself quietly.
I naively thought that if there was no him in this world, the two snowmen would be able to live in harmony and love each other forever.
Yun Rong sighed softly, picked up his small body with one hand, rolled up his sleeves, rolled up the two snowmen, stepped across the water, and jumped to the bridge.
She pinched two handfuls of white snow from the bridge railing, kneaded it, and quickly made a fat little snowman, which was piled together with the two snowmen.
Two tall snowmen, one on the left and one on the right, hugged each other side by side, with the fat little snowman nestled under their knees.
Yun Rong turned over his body, bent her slender index finger and gently scratched his nose, and took a sip of the fragrant wine on his cheek.
Her eyes were bright, and she chuckled: "Where do all these false claims come from? All I know is that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and it is a matter of course that a family of three get together together, which is the most important thing."
The little guy in his arms stared blankly at the family of three on the bridge. He was obviously still so small, but his eyes seemed to be getting closer to the end of the day when he finally saw the only thing he was thinking about.
He turned his head and faced Yun Rong's half-smiling face, but the little guy wanted to imitate his damn father and snorted arrogantly: "Is the snowman made by senior sister a pig? Okay? Ugly."
A vein popped up on Yun Rong's forehead, and he smiled: "I think your butt is itchy."
