The end of this farce was that Yin Buqi picked up Zhao Anming's head and threw him off the long steps covered with flower petals.
If Jiang Niannian hadn't stopped him, Yin Buqi might have picked Zhao Anming's head off his neck like picking a flower.
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Yin Ci went to Erzhu Peak.
Inside the bedroom, behind the beaded curtain, a delicate woman sat there, wiping her tears with a handkerchief while looking at the embroidery.
Yin Ci walked in and bowed: "Mom, I'm back."
The woman was Yin Ruoxu's wife, Yin Ci's mother, and her name was Liu Qinglan.
The clear Wei River reflects her red makeup, and the tender mist nourishes her green beauty.
The name really suits the person.
She is gentle and virtuous, not very well-educated, and is the kind of woman who doesn't care about what's happening outside.
Her marriage to Yin Ruoxu was only for the sake of peace between the two tribes, and there was no emotional connection between them, so she didn't care much about her son Yin Ci.
Yin Ci grew up on Qinggu Peak since he was a child. He had good food and clothes, and was served by a group of people. So she rarely visited him. But now that her husband was gone, she felt empty in her heart. Seeing her son come back, she was a little happy. "Ci'er is back, come quickly, let mother see you."
Yin Ci walked over somewhat uncomfortably, as if he was not used to Liu Qinglan's sudden enthusiasm towards him.
"Mom, I have neglected you over the years. In the blink of an eye, you have grown up to this size..."
"Mother..."
"You haven't eaten yet, right? The kitchen just happened to make your favorite lotus root powder and osmanthus sugar cake today. I'll ask someone to bring some to you."
Mother and son sat at the table.
Yin Ci was eating the sugar cake, and vaguely remembered that when his father was still alive, if he wanted to go back to Erzhu Peak, he would send a message in advance, and his father would be waiting for him at the gate of Erzhu Peak, holding a sugar cake with lotus root powder and osmanthus wrapped in oil paper.
At that time, he just thought that his father was doing too much. If he wanted to eat sweets and cakes, he could just tell his servants.
The sugar cake was wrapped in oil paper and not only became sticky and deformed, but also tasted a bit bad. Every time he took a few bites, he frowned and secretly threw it into the haystack by the roadside.
He didn't want to think about it anymore and ate bite by bite.
But memories would never let him go. At this moment, he recalled every detail of their past interactions more clearly than ever before.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and lotus root powder stained his cheek, and a tear slid down.
The person who was waiting for him in front of the mountain gate is no longer here. No matter how delicious the lotus root powder and osmanthus sugar cake is, it no longer tastes the same as before.
Liu Qinglan shook her head and smiled, wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and chatted with him about family matters. As she was talking, she glanced at the little black ball with eyes wide open outside the hall, "This is..."
Seeing her looking over, the little black ball ran in with his chubby butt twisted, his tail wagging: "Awoo! Awoo!"
Yin Ci swallowed the candy cake in his mouth and looked at it: "Meiqiu, why are you here?"
Coal Ball pulled at his trouser legs: "Awooo!" Come and find a spouse!
Liu Qinglan clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "I was wondering why this little thing looked so familiar, Ci'er, you loved him so much when you were a child, you always slept with him in your arms!"
Yin Ci stood up suddenly: "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about!"
"Why are you talking nonsense?" Liu Qinglan picked up the coal ball and said, "It's normal that you don't remember. You were less than one year old at that time..."