Ge revealed the incident in court, and Mrs. Ruan knew that she could no longer hide the matter. After returning to her room in the Junma Mansion, she choked up and told Ling Yun that he was the man whom Mrs. Du had taken away. child!
Ling Yun's expression gradually became stiff, and even the muscles on his face were faintly twitching. He stayed there for a long time and suddenly smiled: "No, this is not true, mother, are you kidding me?... No! No way!..."
Mrs. Ruan was calm at this time. She breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "Zhichao, although you don't want to admit it, this is an indisputable fact after all! That day twenty-four years ago, April 19, I remember very clearly that you and I My father, Ling Yuxiu, who should be said to be my adoptive father now, went to work in the fields in the afternoon and discovered you when he passed by the bushes in the Yulin area.
"You were only three or four years old at the time, dressed luxuriously, lying dying next to the bushes - your father and I were nearly forty years old at that time but still had no children. When we saw you who was so angry, we felt pity for you. My heart skipped a beat, so I adopted you..."
Mrs. Ruan breathed a sigh of relief and added: "Your father and I didn't know your true identity at that time, and we only regarded you as our biological son. Until four years ago, I met Mrs. Du Ge at your senior brother's house. , only to know the ins and outs of the matter.
"I was so upset at that time. What would be the consequences if I brought Ge family back to the capital and made everything known to the world? I have made up my mind to never let you know the secret of your adoption for the rest of my life, because my mother-in-law I long for a child of my own, but I am too afraid of losing you..."
Ling Yun said dullly: "Is this the real reason why you left in a hurry four years ago, regardless of Ge's sad request?"
Mrs. Ruan nodded weakly and said sadly: "Zhichao, do you feel that being a mother is selfish now? In fact, I am not worthy of being your mother at all!..." At this point, her body suddenly trembled, and the corners of her mouth Blood spilled.
Ling Yun couldn't help but turned pale in shock, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Mrs. Ruan's face was pale and her expression was extremely painful. She said intermittently: "Just now when I entered the room to get the amulet, I took a... crane-top red..."
Ling Yun's vision went dark, and he almost fainted, shouting out loud: "Mom, how can you do this? I'm going to call the doctor right now!" He stood up and walked out.
Mrs. Ruan used all her strength, grabbed his arm with trembling hands, and said weakly: "You don't have to go, it's been so long since taking the poison... it's been so long, the poison gas has already attacked the heart, and even the gods of Tianluo can't save it. I am..."
Ling Yun felt as if his heart was being pulled hard by a pair of big hands, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe. "Mom, why are you doing this? You are so stupid..."
Mrs. Ruan took a breath, "Are you still willing to call me... Mother, are you still willing to acknowledge me? Now you just tell me, do you hate me, and can you forgive me for your past mistakes?... "
Ling Yun burst into tears and sobbed: "Mom, please stop talking. You have always been so kind to your child, and your son will never bear any grudge against you, no matter what you do!..."
Mrs. Ruan nodded happily, "With your words, I feel relieved. Mom... I can die in peace..." Her body suddenly twitched violently. After a painful struggle, Mrs. Ruan's body sank. Moved.
Ling Yun called out again and again, "Mother! Mother!..."
no response.
Ling Yun hugged her mother and shed tears. He raised his face and said angrily: "Why...why on earth is this?..."
In the main courtyard in front of the Huanyun Pavilion, there is a high memorial shed, and the big word "Dian" on the huge black coffin is shocking.
The altar table was filled with sacrifices, and two white candles flickered on and off, swaying unsteadily, swaying Ling Yun's face, which was so pale that there was no blood at all.
He was wearing linen and mourning, and knelt in front of his mother's soul. His eyes were dull, and he could only look at the memorial tablet on the memorial table. The nine words on the memorial tablet were: "Mrs. Ling, Ruan's wife, Yu Rong's position." His figure remained motionless. , even the movements did not change once throughout the day.
In the past few days, there has been an endless stream of people coming to express their condolences.
Most of these people were civil and military officials in the imperial court and officials in various ministries in the capital. They came either for Lord Lu, or for Ling Yun, or for Princess Huanyu and Prince Jinling.
People's comforting words such as "The dead cannot be resurrected, please bear with me and accept the change" echoed in his ears over and over again; but now Ling Yun could no longer hear what the people around him were saying, and he could only nod his head numbly. , but the sad mood cannot be changed at all.
At this moment, who can truly feel the pain and entanglement in his heart? …
The night is already very deep. The wind whimpered outside and the autumn insects wept; the moonlight poured in coldly like running water, leaving behind mottled black shadows, which were as steep and gloomy as ghosts, making everything around them look so desolate and deserted.
Suddenly there was a sound of soft footsteps behind him, and Princess Huanyu came slowly under the desolate moonlight. She was dressed in snow-white mourning clothes. Washed by the soft moonlight, she was as beautiful as a Lingbo fairy.
Huan Yu slowly walked up to Ling Yun. She bit her lip hard and choked: "Jun Ma, don't be like this anymore, okay? You have been awake for days and nights. If you continue like this, your Your body will collapse. Otherwise, you should go back and take a rest first, and let me keep vigil here for you for a while."
There was no emotion on Ling Yun's face, he just shook his head gently.
Seeing his half-dead look, Huan Yu became a little anxious, "Jun Ma, no matter how sad you are, you shouldn't have to deal with your body! My mother-in-law is gone. No matter how sad you are, she will not be resurrected." ——But you, if something happens to you again because of this, what will I do? Woohoo..." As she said this, she covered her face and cried.
Ling Yun said slowly and hoarsely: "Princess Princess, what are you doing? It's so late, you should go back and rest first! Let me be quiet first."
Huan Yu said: "It's true that my mother-in-law can't think about it just because of a few words from that crazy woman. Her thoughts are too heavy. Alas! I can't sleep these days either, always thinking about this matter. , I don’t know why, but I always feel that it’s strange that my mother-in-law died.”
Ling Yun said: "Princess, please stop thinking so much and go back to sleep."
Huanyu pursed her lips, "No, if you don't go back, I won't go back either. Junma, tell me the truth, are you hiding something from me?"
Ling Yun's chest felt as if it had been severely twisted by a sharp knife, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe. Can he tell her the truth? Can he tell her that he is the son of He Yuting and Princess Changqing?
He was so confused at this time that he was stunned for a long time, and then he said feebly: "No..."
One afternoon a few days later. In the wilderness outside the capital.
In front of a new tomb, stood a young man in white clothes.
The autumn breeze caressed his somewhat messy black hair without a trace, and the clothes he wore for hunting and dancing, with their lapels flying and dancing, were like jade trees facing the wind, exuding a kind of unrestrained and desolate beauty from the inside out.
He looked at the marble stele in front of the grave with a sad expression. There were nine words on the stele that were cold and cold, which made people's hearts tremble: His mother, Mrs. Ling, Ruan Shi's tomb of Yurong; the inscription was "Er Ling Yunli".
This young man is Ling Yun.
Standing in front of my mother's tombstone, the past events are as vivid as yesterday.
He unconsciously remembered his mother's meticulous care and meticulous care for him when he was a child.
On that rainy day, despite the long journey and the muddy ground, my mother braved the wind and rain to go to school to deliver an umbrella to herself.
That winter, he suffered from severe cold. In order to cure his illness, his mother sold off her favorite jewelry and clothes and exchanged silver to hire a doctor. In the days and nights that followed, she stayed by his bedside. , taking care of him with all his clothes on...
What great maternal love. At that time, he thought: Is there anyone better than his mother in this world?
But at this moment, he suddenly had to believe that such a good mother was not his own mother, and the truth of the matter was so cruel. How could he accept it?
At this time, he felt as if his whole body and mind had been completely numb, and he was so stiff that he could not move. The only clear feeling was that a big hole had been dug out of his chest, and the cold wind was blowing in, chilling his heart. .
How he wished now that this was all just a nightmare!
Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will be troubled today...
He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his lifeless eyes, and stared blankly at the dark sky.
In his chaotic thoughts, he couldn't help but think of He Yuting, Princess Chang Qing and the others.
He remembered that time, in the bedroom on the second floor of Qinfang Villa, He Yuting was poisoned by scorpion poison. He took him to the Miracle Doctor Villa for medical treatment. Sai Zhongjing said that the two of them were father and son in nature, but at that time he did not think so.
He still remembered what Princess Chang Qing said to him, "My aunt just likes you very much. From the first moment she saw you, my aunt had a strange feeling in her heart. She can't forget you all day long, and she often sees you in her dreams." You, don’t know why?..."
He also remembered that more than one person said that he was of dragon bloodline, the son of a phoenix and the grandson of a dragon. He had scoffed and disapproved of it, but now he finally understood.
What he didn't understand was why did nature play such a trick on him? Why did God play such a cruel joke on him?
He was in pain and wandering, and he asked himself over and over again: What should I do? Tell the truth to the world and admit that he is the son of He Yuting and Princess Chang Qing?
No, you must not do this! Just to keep this secret, my mother suffered hard for four years and refused to tell the truth until she died. If she told it by herself, wouldn't she be sorry for her mother who was under the pressure of death, and...
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him. Yang Zhen hurriedly hurried
Come on, "Brother Ling, where are you? Your Excellency is about to go to court for questioning. Let's go!"
Ling Yun said dumbly: "Is it still Ge's case?"
Yang Zhendao: "Yes. I also heard that Mr. He is coming too. Now the case will be tried!"
"Master He?..." Ling Yun's pupils trembled slightly, and his eyes instantly became fragmented; his originally pale face turned even whiter.
