Mu Zhenguo looked slightly startled: "Linger?"
Mu Ziye shook his head: "To be precise, it's your son-in-law." He had forgotten how to write the word "polite", and since he came to the secret room, he has always been very polite.
Mu Zhenguo was even more shocked.
It can be seen that the old rigidity is a little loose, Mu Ziye continued to soften: "General Mu, if you are still worried about the emperor, there is no need, because Ling Ai and your son-in-law have already entered the palace. As for what they will do when they enter the palace, I will discuss it later. Appearing here in advance has already explained it very well, General Mu is a smart man, I believe you should also—”
As Mu Ziye was talking, his gaze met a pair of eyes inadvertently, and then he got stuck.
Although this pair of eyes had a bit of vicissitudes polished by years, they were still the same as in his impression, kind and gentle, like the first meter of sunlight in the morning light, soft and warm.
Li En didn't know when he got up and stood beside Mu Zhenguo, looking fixedly at Mu Ziye.
While Mu Ziye was stuck, Li En said, "You, you are—"
Mu Ziye's expression flickered, he wiped away the strange emotion in his eyes, and interrupted: "As I said just now, I don't know what's going on in the palace. In order to avoid more troubles, the three of you should hurry up and follow me."
Mu Zhenguo sensed that Li En's state was not right, he just wanted to ask: "Madam..."
Li En grabbed his wrist, his tone was gentle, and seemed to have a hint of urgency: "General, he..." She hesitated to speak: "This young hero is right, we will listen to him and stay with him Let's go, okay?"
Li En has a gentle temperament, and his words and deeds are usually gentle and graceful, and it is rare for her to have such emotional fluctuations. Mu Zhenguo was a little puzzled, but Li En softened his old-fashioned ways and agreed to leave.
After that, Aunt Yue went to pack her bags.
Li En's eyes still stayed on Mu Ziye's body, as if he wanted to see his face clearly through the mask, he didn't leave his eyes without blinking.
Perhaps under the influence of Li En, Mu Zhenguo narrowed his eyes, and looked at Mu Ziye intentionally or unintentionally.
Facing the direct gazes of his parents, Mu Ziye felt a little flustered no matter how calm he was.
Fearing that he couldn't hold back, he found an excuse to go out first.
Mu Zhenguo looked away, still wondering: "Madam knows this person?"
Li En's gaze still stayed at the place where Mu Ziye disappeared, and her eyes seemed wet, covered by a smile: "Have you heard about the resonance of the blood, General?"
"I've never heard of it." Mu Zhenguo is not an old man, and he is well-informed, but he has never heard of blood resonance.
Li En made a fool of himself: "Let's go out later, the general will play a play with my concubine, shall we?"
…
The mountain behind the palace was sparsely populated, and the mountain road was almost submerged by weeds and thorns. Mu Ziye walked ahead to open the way, always keeping a close distance from the three people behind him, and trying to avoid talking.
The three of Li En didn't talk to each other either.
Along the way, apart from Mu Ziye's movement of overcoming thorns and thorns, there was only the slight sound of footsteps.
The few people don't know how long they have been moving forward in such a quiet way—
suddenly!
"Ma'am!" Mu Zhenguo called out.
When Mu Ziye heard the sound, he immediately turned around.
Li En stepped on a convex stone on the ground and accidentally fell.
Mu Zhenguo helped her up, but she didn't say a word, her injured foot was lifted slightly, and she looked very uncomfortable.
Mu Ziye ran over: "How is it? Is Mrs. Mu okay?" He bent over and took a look: "Is it a sprained ankle?"
Li En said it was fine, but her injured foot just touched the ground, and her facial features twisted again.
It hurts to watch.
Mu Ziye suddenly lost his sense of control: "Let me take a look for you."
He knelt down on one knee and was about to examine Li En's injured ankle carefully.
Suddenly there was a voice from above.
"Night..."
Very soft and warm voice, just like when my mother called her when I was a child.
Mu Ziye froze all over.
Before he could react, a callused but strong hand grabbed his right hand.
There is a scar on Mu Ziye's right hand that spreads to the palm of the tiger's mouth. It was injured when he was a child.
That year, he was not as good as a sword, but he had a high ambition. He insisted on imitating his majestic general father to fight on the battlefield with a sword. Then he stole his father's sword, and in the end he didn't swing the sword, and almost threw his own hand. Cut in half.
Mu Zhenguo grabbed Mu Ziye's hand tightly and stared at the scar.
Do you still have to doubt it? This is his son!
It was the son he sent away with his own hands.
It's like dreaming.
Mu Zhenguo gently caressed the scar on Mu Ziye's hand, his hand was trembling, and his voice was also trembling: "Ye, Ye'er, you are Ye'er..."
Mu Ziye had imagined many scenes of meeting his parents, but he didn't expect it to be so abrupt. He lowered his eyes and kept silent for a while, then took off his mask, raised his head, and looked at his parents.
"it's me."
He wanted to call out, but there seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and he couldn't call out. Kneeling on one knee became kneeling on both knees: "... I'm back."
The little man back then has grown into a handsome and talented adult.
With the wind blowing, Li En's eyes were reddened, and tears overflowed: "My child, my child, it's good to be back, it's good to be back..."
She bent down and hugged her son.
Mu Ziye felt his mother's embrace in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He was still worried about Li En's foot injury: "You—"
"Mother is fine." Li En held his son tightly in his arms, crying and laughing: "General, let me just say, this is our Ye'er, look, our Ye'er little man has now become a big man Now, I will still come to protect my mother as soon as possible."
Mu Zhenguo, a tough guy with strong bones, stood on the spot a little at a loss, so he kept nodding his head: "Yes, it's Ye'er, our Ye'er..."
Mu Ziye: "..." Do you dare to let him be "defrauded" by a bitter scheme
The liquid that almost fell out of the corner of his eyes was suppressed by Mu Ziye, he got up and helped Li En up: "Are your feet okay?"
Li En blamed him, and his tone was very gentle: "Do you have to have something to do with your mother before you agree to recognize us?"
Mu Ziye shook his head, he opened his mouth: "I..." Still couldn't come out.
Li En didn't force him, and confessed in a soft voice: "Silly boy, mother's feet are fine, just now she was pretending, mother was in a hurry to recognize you."
It turned out that he had already been recognized.
The long-lost maternal love wrapped around her body in all directions made Mu Ziye want to cry again because of the warmth.
He pursed his lips tightly and held back.
Looking at her son who was a full head taller than her, Li En burst into tears: "Son, you have suffered all these years, it is parents who are sorry for you."
Mu Zhenguo didn't speak, but guilt was written all over his face after going through vicissitudes.
In fact, it was his son who sent away with his own hands. Time flies, and it has been nearly twenty years.
Mu Ziye shook his head: "I'm fine, I've always been fine, Li..." He changed his words, but said against his will: "Uncle takes good care of me."
(end of this chapter)