Chapter 157: Hug
The moonlight outside the window is bright, shining through the window onto the flowers. With careful care, the flowers are swaying, and it looks like a very normal greenhouse, without a trace of incongruity.
The night wind blows quietly, and the night-blooming cereus on the flower stand emits a faint fragrance.
Bai Feng turned around and his big hand moved from the bud of the Epiphyllum to the carved wooden flower stand beside him.
With a pair of deep eyes in the dark pool, he observed carefully and found that these flower stands were staggered and their distribution positions were extremely clever.
It's a bit like the totem style of their Miao area.
He followed this clue and found a pot of lily of the valley on one of the flower stands.
Snap, snap...
The sound of a stone wall shifting slightly.
The dark room was opened, and a dark hole appeared on the wall.
The poisonous scorpion walked in impatiently.
Bai Feng stopped where he was and suddenly felt a little timid. His emotions were very complicated at the moment.
He wanted to know whether the Queen Mother was his mother, but when he was about to learn the truth, he was afraid that the truth would be cruel.
Seeing that he didn't move, the poisonous scorpion went into the dark figure, turned a corner, and came out again.
Bai Feng clenched his fists, suppressed the inexplicable fear in his heart, felt annoyed with his own reaction, and stepped in.
When I reached the three-meter corner, a ray of oil fire light appeared in front of me, and there was a world hidden inside.
This place is not as cozy as the greenhouse outside. Instead, it has a cold and solemn feeling and hard marble walls.
When Bai Feng walked in, he suddenly realized that the dark room was very large. Countless rare poisonous insects were cultivated inside, which were even better than those outside. It was simply amazing.
The poisonous scorpion was very excited and wanted to rush in and feast on the food several times.
"return."
Bai Feng said softly, signaling the poisonous scorpion to return to the bottle.
In the dark room, what attracted his attention most was not the rare Gu worm, but a stone statue half his arm's height on the black sandalwood table.
With his eyes slightly red, Bai Feng slowly walked to the stone statue.
The saints of Miaojiang in all generations have carved stone statues of her, which are enshrined in the stone forest to accompany the goddess.
That's how Bai Feng got to know what his mother looked like, the woman who gave birth to them and then cruelly abandoned them, the woman they...
A woman I've never met.
A woman who has never called herself "Mom" once.
The Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of Miaojiang all have their own unique identity symbols, which are made from the same piece of jade and are hand-carved and polished. The jade of each Holy Son and Holy Daughter is different.
He and Miss Yi Han got bracelets.
The slender fingers touched the jade ring placed in front of the stone statue.
The ring is very simple and elegant. From a distance, it looks nothing special and inconspicuous.
There is no gorgeous pattern on it. A circle of fine patterns is carved on the original jade, which is simple.
If it is thrown on the street, no one will pick it up.
But if you look closely, you can see the special patterns on it, which are engraved with some ancient Miao runes.
There is a gorgeous black osmanthus in the middle, which serves as a connection and a finishing touch.
A hand as white as jade picked up the ring and examined it carefully. After seeing the familiar runes on it, her fingertips trembled slightly.
The last trace of doubt in Bai Feng's eyes disappeared, becoming confused and puzzled, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.
The Queen Mother is truly their mother!
Then His Majesty is their half-brother.
Why did she kill him?
Why did she appear in the palace, as if she had completely forgotten him and Yi Han?
Bai Feng had countless questions in his mind, and his complicated emotions were tangled into a ball of yarn that he couldn't sort out.
He stroked the ring with his fingers, feeling the patterns carved on it, and slowly put the ring down.
Could the truth be as he thought, that his mother abandoned them and forgot about them for the sake of the wealth and glory in the palace?
A hint of sadness faded into Bai Feng's dark eyes.
…
Shen Tingyu brought Xin Hongying back to the Stargazing Pavilion.
There is a space here that perhaps only she knows about.
While searching for the hidden English diary in the Observatory, she stumbled upon a secret temple on the more than ten-meter-high observatory platform. It was originally a room built for nighttime stargazing and rest.
Apart from the imperial teacher and a palace maid who cleans it daily, no one else goes into this observatory. It is little known and very suitable for Tibetans.
The most important thing is.
Shen Tingyu must come back to bury Da Que'er's body properly.
The black cat was not with her at the moment. She gave it a piece of clothing used by Bai Feng and sent it out to look for Bai Feng so as not to disturb Da Que'er.
There were already few palace servants in the Stargazing Pavilion, and after her accident.
Amid the Queen Mother's obvious disgust, all the palace people fled, looking for new ways to escape.
The Observatory still retains the appearance it had after the Queen Mother broke in, in a state of disarray.
On the smooth ground, there was only one bloodstain, and the dark red blood had long since dried up.
In the blood-red, the pale moonlight covered the big sparrow's body, and the illusory moon veil seemed to cover its head with a layer of white cloth.
The lively Da Que'er yesterday could no longer wake up, and she could no longer feel the warmth and softness above.
Heartache like a knife, Shen Tingyu opened his mouth wide, silently shouting and wailing in his heart.
Shen Tingyu deceived herself into thinking that this little sparrow who had once warmed her had walked into another beautiful world under the beautiful moonlight.
A tear as wet as dew seemed to flow from the black thread of her puppet.
"Are these tears?"
Shen Tingyu was stunned and raised her little hand to wipe it, but there was nothing there, it was just her illusion.
Leng Yue's mind was filled with turbulent clouds, and the hatred in her heart was also turbulent.
She still couldn't get over its death.
Da Que'er was clearly not in a contracted state at the time, and she would rather it not have the memories between them than watch it die protecting her.
Everything happened so suddenly.
The cold moonlight shone on her, hatred swept over her, Shen Tingyu muttered to herself, and swore to herself.
"I must kill her!"
Xin Hongying's eyes moved slightly, and Shen Tingyu cried with a wet and hoarse voice. The spreading sadness was like a knife, cutting his heart again and again.
Especially that tear, it seemed like it had never existed.
His tall figure squatted down, his eyes red and wet, and he wanted to hug her.
But he could only hold her in his hands, cherishing her, and comfort her helplessly, with a low and mellow voice.
"Don't cry."
Whenever she cried, he felt as if a piece of his heart was missing, and he felt depressed.
He really wanted to hug her, but he couldn't. He was at a loss as to what to do.
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