Imperial God Emperor: 0329, Mother ’s secrets of the year
It's only this time that Lang Zhong came to find itself, what is it for?
"Let him in."
Ye Qingyu nodded.
Tang San went out again.
Someone came in soon.
A young man in a purple tight-fitting samurai suit, with a sturdy figure, bronze skin, red and long hair, a sword-shaped eyebrow on his face, and a pair of eyes that are very godlike. Solid, like a half-sheathed long knife, with a sharp blade, people dare not to underestimate him.
Needless to say, this person is naturally Two River Group will be the first Lang Zhong.
Tang San is a person with strong eyesight. After coming in with Lang Zhong, he winked at the beautiful little maid next to him.
The latter is clever and immediately understands, salutes, and retreats silently.
At this time, she was roughly already Guessed it Ye Qingyu Real identity.
Who can make the well-known Tang San chief executive of the entire Deer City so respectfully wait and call young master. Who else can there be besides the legendary Marquis Ye?
Little girl wants to stay in the box for a while, but she doesn't dare to break the order.
She waited respectfully outside the box, her delicate little face turned red with excitement, and her little hand patted her bulging **** before she shouted without excitement.
Marquis Ye, he is so handsome.
Little girl squints her eyes and looks like a idiot.
In the box.
"See Lord Hou." Lang Zhong came in, with a very respectful attitude, saluting on his knees.
Ye Qingyu frowned slightly, raising his hand, an invisible force poured out, holding the body of Lang Zhong, saying: "Leader Lang don't have to do this gift, you are not a military person, Jiang Hu, not restricted to officialdom Li. In front of Ben Hou, you need not be polite. "
Lang Zhong shook his head and said: "subordinate salute is not because of your military status, but because you are Master less than subordinate."
"Less Master?" In the eyes of Ye Qingyu, a ray of doubt passed by Flashed.
Lang Zhong is difficult to worship, dare not neglect, stood upright, took out a light yellow stationery from his arms, bowed his hands excitedly.
Ye Qingyu's gaze fell on the envelope, and a line of juanxiu's powerful ink font jumped into the eyes.
His heart jumped suddenly.
That handwriting ...
Ye Qingyu stood up immediately, with a look of excitement, and hurriedly took the envelope at a speed almost snatching it. When he looked carefully, the juanxiu handwriting on the envelope was clearly visible.
"My son Ye Qingyu is pro-inspired."
As if tens of thousands of silver thunder bolts flashed, the Ye Qingyu's head made a loud noise, and it was instantly blank.
How is this possible?
It's mother's handwriting.
This is definitely the mother's handwriting.
The mother ’s handwriting, Ye Qingyu is too familiar, and you can discern the authenticity at a glance. Those juanxiu handwriting once played a too important role in the life of Ye Qingyu. Since the beginning of understanding, Mother Li Ying was teaching Ye Qingyu to read and write. Ye Family did not invite private tutoring. All the literary knowledge of Ye Qingyu was taught by Li Ying.
split second, countless memories came to the hearts of Ye Qingyu.
Once upon a time, following her mother's poems on a moonlit night.
In the past, I followed the mother's words in the martial arts hall.
Once, my mother taught herself to write.
Once, I was scolded by my mother for writing a typo.
In the past, my mother hugged herself tightly because she wrote the first complete verse of the book.
In the past, helped mothers copy books for sale.
In the past, with the encouragement of smiles and eyes, I have completely memorized the guilt of the founding emperor Your Excellency.
Once ...
There have been countless pictures that swarmed in memory like a tide, and drowned Ye Qingyu instantly. After four years of grave-keeping time, Ye Qingyu thought that already would love and miss his parents deeply. Hiding in the deepest part of his heart, he thought that he could smile and face those memories that had passed away and could not be returned. However, when the mother's handwriting appeared again in front of her, Ye Qingyu's eyes were almost in split second, and she could not The containment was wet.
Ye Qingyu endured the emotions in his heart, slowly turned around and looked out the window, tears flowing.
Lang Zhong seems to be what already guessed, his expression was a little excited, and his body trembled slightly.
But Tang San didn't know the reason. When I saw young master's sudden emotional fluctuations, although I didn't see Ye Qingyu tears, I noticed something vaguely. I couldn't help but wonder, what is this Lang Zhong? Things can actually make young master, which has always been too ancient, landslide in the past, so much so.
A long time.
The whole box was silent.
Ye Qingyu finally did not hold back. Under the impact of the turbulent family and sadness, even Sea of Bitterness Stage's mental state Cultivation Base could not control his emotions.
Waiting for tears to wet his shirt, he calmed down his emotions slowly.
A shaking finger, opened the envelope.
"My son, when you see this letter, it shows that Lang Zhong already concludes that you are enough to support one party and have enough ability to protect yourself. Father and mother are very pleased because it is finally this day ... You have a lot of words in this letter to tell you who can see this letter. I do n’t know how tall you were at that time, how many years already Cultivation, mother and father can not imagine, you at that time, What does it look like ... "
Familiar handwriting, Ye Qingyu again wet long gown.
This letter is like the tender hands of a mother, who wiped away the dust of memory, but could not pull back the time that passed away.
This letter is like a sharp knife, so that Ye Qingyu originally already's camouflage is immediately cut off, and the most painful and sweetest memory in the heart is once again presented in blood. In front of Ye Qingyu.
"Mother knows that you must have a lot of questions in your heart. Mother does n’t have time to talk too much. Father and mother have received a call to defend the city. Can they come back again, everything is unexpected, child, remember a few things. First, there is noble blood flowing in your body. Second, Lang Zhong can fully believe it. Third, do not investigate the silver sword. Fourth, if you have free time, go to White Deer Academy. Fifth, before leaving Deer City, move the grave for me and your father, don't cast the tomb any more, and sink the coffin into the Luming River ... "
"Yuer, my mother is very reluctant to you."
"Yuer, be good."
“羽儿 ……”
In the end, it ’s like a fluffy mother-in-law who is at home with her son. It is warm and tedious, but it reveals a kind of life-or-departure, a language beyond description. At the end of the stationery, there was a slight wrinkle and messy ink, as if the tear marks were wet and dry.
When the mother wrote this letter, she must have cried.
Or, not only the mother shed tears alone, but the father, the man who has always been majestic and burly in his memory, may have shed tears.
Ye Qingyu Seeing at the end, both eyes already are tearful.
He seemed to be in tears, seeing his parents put on armor, holding swords and swords, and set foot on the battle of defending the city. He saw that the mother secretly gave this letter to Lang Zhong. In the picture, I thought of standing nervously and timidly at the doorstep of the house for ten days and ten nights, but in the end, it was the picture waiting for the news that my parents were seriously injured ...
I don't know how long it has passed.
Ye Qingyu's mind slowly calmed down.
The thoughts moved a little, and the tears on the face and on the shirt instantly evaporated and disappeared.
Fold the letter in your hand carefully, put it in an envelope, and then carefully carry it into your arms. After thinking about it, you took it out of your arms and directly offered it to the [Cloud top cauldron] of Dantian Desert World. Medium-this is the most sturdy and safe space on Ye Qingyu.
Then he slowly turned around.
Ye Qingyu bowed deeply towards Lang Zhong.
Lang Zhong's complexion has changed greatly, and he is at a loss, and flashes his mind: "Little Master, you ... have broken subordinate."
"Lang Brother can bear my worship," Ye Qingyu said gravely and gratefully: "For five years, you kept this letter, and handed it to me today. For Qingyu, it is the biggest Ende, and after reading this letter, I suddenly understood that Two River Group took away [Little Shang Sword] in the name of robbing, but actually it was to secretly keep the Spirit Weapon in order to prevent the most important treasure of Ye Family from falling into the hands of outsiders And when I entered White Deer Academy, with the power of self-protection, it was your first time to return [Little Shang Sword]. You have been protecting Qingyu in secret, returning Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant, never appeared, Qingyu Thank you for your loyalty . "
Lang Zhong's face of panic said: "Little Master talked heavily, subordinate was on the streets, begging every day, like a mouse in a ditch, everyone hated it. It was the wife who saved me and my sister. We martial arts and funded us. We recreated it. Even Two River Group was founded by the wife, but the wife never appeared. She managed to help the things with her avatar. She acted prudently and helped no one know her true body. Later, the wife will Two River Group. The position is passed on from subordinate. subordinate dare not neglect day and night. In recent years, the war has been as thin as ice, but it has also been able to make Two River Group go further. It has the burden of his wife ... ”
These words came out, not only Ye Qingyu, but even Tang San was shocked.
What?
Two River Group was actually created by Mrs. Ye?
This is really incredible.
Ye Qingyu doesn't know about it at all.
The mother in memory, the commoner, with calmness and calmness, is always a gentle and demure woman. Although she has martial arts, it was only revealed slightly when she was apprenticed in the Budokan. Not long ago, Wen Wan and Hon Kong admitted that their mother was not weaker than strength, but Ye Qingyu did not think too much.