Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Seeing Fu Yanqing smiling, Zhao Ziyan recalled what he said and said dullly: "I'm telling the truth, what are you laughing at?"

Fu Yanqing nodded seriously: "Well, it's the truth, I know." After saying that, she also became serious: "If you want her, now she can come to see you, it must be fine, you will go to see her with me. Don’t think too much about you, huh?"

Zhao Ziyan took a breath and nodded, but her eyes were still sad. Fu Yanqing held her face: "An'er, what are you worried about?"

Zhao Ziyan hesitated to say something, and then he sighed: "I wanted to see her. At first they said that the mother and concubine was dead. I didn't believe it at the time, stubbornly thinking that she was still alive until I was six years old... Aunt Mu also died, and I suddenly realized that no matter what I expected, I was left alone after all? When I grew up, whenever I was uncomfortable, I thought that if she was still alive, what I would be like, I have been looking forward to She was not dead, but the thought in my heart clearly told me that she was dead. Now when I put it down completely, she suddenly really appeared alive, Qing'er, do you understand this feeling. In my memory, she is so gentle and treated. I'm great. But for more than ten years, she has never seen her before. I am afraid that she also detested me because she detested this palace. I am also afraid that she will never lose the warmth of the past when she sees me now. "

Fu Yanqing kissed her eyebrows and said softly: "I understand, but since you are worried, why not ask her personally, An'er, I know that your mother and concubine are also a knot in her heart. It's impossible to ignore it. In that case, go and take a look over there. If she is still the mother and concubine who loves you in your heart, um..."

She paused, but her conversation turned, raising her eyebrows and chuckles: "I will allow you to think about her more. If she leaves you cruelly, she will only miss me in the future."

Zhao Ziyan could not laugh or cry, but then he deliberately said: "You are so domineering, I think my mother and concubine want your permission?"

Fu Yanqing lowered her eyes and said nothing, but after a while she looked at her and said, "Don't you want to?"

Zhao Ziyan just looked at her and smiled, then hugged her into her arms, rested her chin on her shoulder, and moved after she opened her mouth: "Let’s go see her together, although I don’t know she will How about her attitude, but after all, she is the only remaining blood relative in this world. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, so I should tell her, okay?"

Fu Yanqing looked at her sideways, kissed her on the lips, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I will listen to you."

The agreed location is in a small courtyard on the east side of Changyang Street in the capital. A row of Phoenix-tailed bamboos are planted outside the courtyard, which is still green in this harsh winter, and swaying in the cold winter. Fu Yanqing got out of the carriage, and the accompanying guard quickly moved Zhao Ziyan's wheelchair over. It was very cold outside. Lifting the carriage curtains, Fu Yanqing tightened the tether of the large cloak under Zhao Ziyan's neck, held the person in the padded wheelchair, and made sure that the cold wind would not hit her, before welcoming a disciple of the ghost house. Said: "Inform your master, the master is here."

"Yes, please, let me send someone to call Master Fang."

Zhao Ziyan and Fu Yanqing waited in the living room. Zhao Ziyan sat motionless in a wheelchair, with his upper body straight, and his eyes fluttering toward the door from time to time. Obviously, he was still a little worried. Fu Yanqing leaned in silently, stretched out her hand to cover the back of her hand, squeezed it tightly in her hand, and her eyes were extremely soft.

After all, she was used to being calm. She was so silently comforted by Fu Yanqing, she finally settled down, turned her head to look at her, and smiled softly. After a while, I heard some messy footsteps coming through, and stopped abruptly when Zhao Ziyan turned his head.

On the bluestone road outside the door, a woman wrapped in a white silver-patterned cloak stood still. The thinner she was, and the thick cloak made her thinness more obvious. Fang Daohai supported her with a worried expression on her face. Her gaze fell on Zhao Ziyan for an instant, her face was pale without a trace of blood, but her delicate eyebrows were enough to stop her gaze. Her eyes were flushed red, tears welled up in her eyes, and her body was a little swayed. Her lips were trembling fiercely, opening and opening, but not a single syllable could be heard.

Zhao Ziyan was also stunned in place, staring at her blankly, the memory of the dusty dust of time emerged little by little, the appearance of the weakened person overlapped with the memory, and the time of more than ten years has not been on her face. Leaving the slightest trace of time, time seems to have forgotten her, but a little bit of her life is taken away. The heart writhed endlessly for a while, strange, familiar, uncomfortable, and agitated. All kinds of emotions surged, and Zhao Ziyan's eyes were sore.

Fu Yanqing was taken aback when she saw the woman. That face was seven points similar to Zhao Ziyan, but it was a bit weaker and desolate. Seeing that both were emotionally agitated, Fu Yanqing patted Zhao Ziyan's hand, and then pushed it. She went over.

At this moment, Zhao Ziyan curled his fingers and tried to suppress the soreness in his heart. When he had not met, he was already thinking about it. Now the actual meeting has made her more violent.

Wen Ruyan on the other side is not much better, with her hands tugging at the skirt of her clothes, she can only be firmly locked on Zhao Ziyan. Although she was born gentle, she was never a weak person in her bones, otherwise there would be no good officials in the past. Miss Jia doesn't do it, and she is going around the world. But facing the child who looked exactly like her, she was just like an ordinary mother at the moment, heartbroken and missed. Although she didn't love Zhao Jing and even hated him, she felt painful to this daughter.

She worked so hard to give birth to her in the deep palace that eats people without spitting out bones. When she was born, the little one was not full-term, thin and small, and cried like a cat. But she was very obedient, as long as she hugged it, she just moaned and cried a few times, not at all tossing people like the child described in Mu Wan's mouth. When he grows up a little bit, he is born white and tender, too cute, especially the bright ink eyes, and they are very beautiful.

During those extremely gloomy days, all her happiness was watching her grow up little by little. From a small dumpling that only babbled, became a little bun who started to call his mother and concubine with milk and milk, he also stepped on his short legs, hugged her legs, stuck to her, and asked her to hug.

Even if Zhao Jing stopped sheltering her in the end, letting their wives fend for themselves, she didn't feel too difficult. Her Qi An is very early-minded, and since she remembered it, she almost never worried her. He would also hold her to comfort her after Zhao Jing came to sneer and ridicule her. He was not like a child. She had been mentally prepared for death. Since the man ignored her and let her enter the palace, and since the Wen's house was framed, she has seen life and death. But at that time she was struggling to live, because she was afraid that her Qi An was not sheltered, but in the end she still didn't do it well, leaving her alone in the palace to the vicious woman.

Back then, she thought she was really dead, but a few days later she opened her eyes and saw the man who refused to take her away no matter how she begged. She blamed him, but she had to ask him to do her best to protect her child, and then she fell into an endless sleep. When she woke up again, she was shocked to realize that she was doing things wrong. She knew that her Qi An was not doing well. She hated Fang Daohai for trying to save her, but she didn't care about her children.

Wen Ruyan knew that she was also selfish. Even if he knew that Fang Daohai wanted to heal her for more than ten years, he could hardly forgive his indecision at the beginning, nor could he forgive him for treating Zhao Ziyan like this. Even if the child has nothing to do with him, he never fulfilled his promise. It was the same for her back then, and it was the same for her children. So she deliberately lied to him, Qi An is his child. Her Qi An was born before the full month. Zhao Jing treated her this way, and some of them believed that the child was not his, so Fang Daohai could easily believe it.

Seeing him regretting his painful appearance, she felt happy. These men said they loved her, but they were all very selfish. Back then, she really thought Fang Daohai could be entrusted for life, but he breached the contract and did not take her out for the sake of the ghost building, and eventually killed her father. Zhao Jing also kept saying that she loved her, but forced her into the palace. After shaking her heart, she believed that she and others had given birth to Qi'an because of a few unbelievable letters.

Now that Zhao Ziyan can only sit in a wheelchair, even if she knows it early in the morning, she still feels like a knife. She staggered a few steps and walked in front of Zhao Ziyan, her hands trembling and fell on Zhao Ziyan’s legs, and her legs fell on her knees. On the ground, he said sadly: "Xiao An'er, the mother and concubine are sorry for you, sorry for you."

Seeing her kneeling in front of her tearfully, Zhao Ziyan couldn't bear it either. The nickname that was dedicated to her petting and gentle nickname when she was a child made her feel sad, enduring the soreness in her eyes, and choked: "Get up. , You get up."

Sitting in the wheelchair, she couldn't pull Wen Ruyan up, and Fu Yanqing stretched out her hand to support her and helped her stand up: "It's cold outside, Madam, let's get in first."

Wen Ruyan was helped into the house by her, and a big man in Fang Daohai also pushed Zhao Ziyan in with red eyes.

Wen Ruyan barely stood firm, with tears of eyes falling on Zhao Ziyan, then walked slowly to Zhao Ziyan and squatted down, his gaze swept over her a little bit, and his hands trembled on Zhao Ziyan's face, wanting to touch him. I dare not.

Zhao Ziyan just looked at her with red eyes and didn't move. Finally, Wen Ruyan's eyes full of tears filled with a smile, and she trembled: "My Xiao An'er has grown up, and he looks better than his mother's concubine." She cried and laughed again, and was good at it. That gesture, and then he was buried on Zhao Ziyan's leg as if he had collapsed: "Mother concubine just slept, and my Xiao An'er grew up by himself, but... but your legs, your legs..."

Zhao Ziyan got the answer she most wanted to know from these words. Her mother and concubine didn’t leave her alone. She turned her head and looked at Fu Yanqing. The other person’s eyes were full of distress. When she saw her gaze, she smiled and nodded to her. The moment Zhao Ziyan's tears fell, her eyes were also red.

Zhao Ziyan stretched out his hand, took Wen Ruyan's thin and thin body into his arms, patted it lightly, and said in a low voice: "Mother concubine, I am fine, really, my legs are starting to heal now. Don't cry."

Wen Ruyan was pleasantly surprised: "Really, can it be good?"

"Yeah." A major event in his heart has already landed, Zhao Ziyan's mood is obviously much better, his eyes are still red, but there is a slight smile between his eyebrows. Wen Ruyan hasn't seen her for a long time. In my memory, her Qi An is still only around her waist, and she always loves to be so coquettish to hold her, but now she has grown into a slim beauty, and she is proud of being outstanding.

Fu Yanqing knew that they probably had a lot to say, so she said warmly: "An'er, you accompany your mother and concubine first, it is late, I will prepare lunch." Zhao Ziyan can eat as always, she doesn't want to starve her.

Zhao Ziyan saw her and looked at her: "You don't want to cook, just let them do these things." Occasionally let her cook a few dishes to spoil her, that is their little taste, how Zhao Ziyan is willing to do this in front of others.

Fu Yanqing smiled: "You and your mother and concubine have only reunited, so you have to celebrate. Besides, this is not at home. They are not familiar with your taste. I only cook a few dishes, so I won't be too busy, okay?"

Zhao Ziyan looked at it, and Wen Ruyan reluctantly nodded his head. He looked back when she was gone and disappeared, and Fang Daohai quietly left, leaving her two alone.

Wen Ruyan sat beside her, looking thoughtfully at Fu Yanqing's back, turned her head to see Zhao Ziyan's expression, and sighed slightly, not knowing whether it was happiness or worry, she hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Xiao An'er."

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