Ye Lizhu received a letter from her father in the evening.
Ye Fu'an's handwriting is still so elegant and graceful. Over the years, Ye Fu'an wrote hundreds of letters to Ye Lizhu, and Ye Lizhu carefully preserved each letter. She read every letter many times.
It is a pity that her mother never wrote a letter to Ye Lizhu. Ye Lizhu had dreamed of her mother many times. However, because the two had not seen each other for a long time, even if she dreamed, Ye Lizhu could not see her mother's face clearly.
Ye Lizhu read the letter written by her father carefully.
Tomorrow, her father will take her home.
Ye Lizhu has forgotten what Ye Mansion looks like, and she feels a little unfamiliar with home.
The sky was getting darker little by little, and Ye Lizhu originally planned to blow out the oil lamp and go to bed. The door was suddenly knocked twice, and Ye Lizhu put the letter away: "Come in."
Qinghui pulled Qingshuang in and said, "Zhuzhu."
Ye Lizhu stood up and poured them two cups of tea: "It's so late, why didn't you go to bed?"
Qinghui said: "Master said you have to go back tomorrow."
Ye Lizhu has actually lived a good life in Mingfo Temple in the past few years. Master Wuxin takes good care of her, and Qinghui and Qingshuang are also very good to her.
She was leaving and didn't know when she would come back, and Ye Lizhu couldn't bear to leave them.
Ye Lizhu held Qinghui's hand: "Don't be sad, I will come back to see you. If you want to visit the capital someday, just come to my house."
Qinghui's eyes turned red: "But... But we want to see you every day, Zhuzhu, you left, no one will play the piano with us anymore. I have nightmares at night, who do I sleep with? I was punished by my master." Scripture, and no one interceded on my behalf to help me copy it."
Ye Lizhu pressed Qingshuang's hand on the back of Qinghui's hand: "Isn't Qingshuang here?"
Qinghui said: "Qingshuang sleeps like a pig at night, so she won't comfort me and accompany me. She is always punished by the master."
Qingshuang slapped Qinghui on the back of her hand with a "snap" sound: "Slap!"
Ye Lizhu rubbed the back of Qinghui's hand: "Don't be sad, I will write to you."
Qingshuang said: "Zhuzhu, please feel free to go home tomorrow. We miss you and will definitely look for you. Master can't let you go and won't ignore you."
Ye Lizhu nodded.
Qingshuang pushed Qinghui and said, "Quickly take out the pearl hairpin you bought."
Qinghui took out an exquisite wooden box from her sleeve: "Zhuzhu, this is our gift to you."
Ye Lizhu took it and opened the box at the signal from Qinghui's eyes.
Inside is a beaded hairpin. The body of the hairpin is made of silver, and the head of the hairpin is made of bead flowers. It is very small and exquisite.
"We don't have hair, you have hair, Zhuzhu, wear it when you comb your hair tomorrow, it will definitely look good." Qinghui's eyes were bright, "We have wanted to give it to you for a long time."
Ye Lizhu gently stroked Zhuchai and nodded.
After Qinghui and Qingshuang left, Ye Lizhu put the hairpin properly, then took the handkerchief and coughed uncontrollably.
The snow-white handkerchief was stained with blood. Ye Lizhu pursed her lips, blew out the light, and lay down on the bed. Her body became weaker and weaker. Sometimes when she opened her eyes, she felt that there were many dark shadows in front of her, as if something dirty was surrounding her and swallowing her life.
Ye Lizhu felt that even if she returned home, she would not survive for long.
But no matter what, she had to go back.
Ye Lizhu misses her father and mother.
The next day, Ye Lizhu changed her clothes and washed up as usual. When she came out from the dining hall, a little nun came over and said to Ye Lizhu: "Zhuzhu, your father is here."
Ye Lizhu followed the little nun to the front.
Ye Fu'an is in his forties. He is tall and burly. Although he is in a high position, he is not majestic. Instead, he is amiable and smiles when he sees people. He is wearing a purple brocade suit and a purple gold crown. He is standing in front of the plain Buddha. It is particularly eye-catching in the hall.
Ye Lizhu stepped into the threshold, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Dad!"
"Li Zhu!" Ye Fu'an took a few steps forward, quickly pressed Ye Li Zhu's shoulders, and looked up and down, "Baby girl, you have grown taller again and have become a big girl!"
The corners of Ye Lizhu's lips were slightly raised, and she nodded heavily: "Yes!"
Master Wu Xin also came over. She glanced at Ye Lizhu and said, "Have you packed your things?"
Ye Lizhu said: "It's been packed up."
"Then leave." Master Wuxin clasped her hands together, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging between her fingers, "Go down the mountain early and get home early."
Ye Fu'an patted Ye Lizhu on the back: "Lizhu, kowtow to Master, Master has taken care of you for so many years."
Ye Lizhu knelt down and kowtowed three times to Master Wu Xin: "Lizhu, thank you Master for your teachings in the past ten years."
When her parents were not around, it was Master Wuxin who taught her how to read and write, and how to distinguish right from wrong. Her parents gave her flesh and blood and were kind to her, and Master Wu Xin was kind to her.
Master Wu Xin sighed: "Li Zhu, get up."
After standing up, Ye Fu'an held Ye Lizhu's arm and took her away.
The sedan was parked outside. Ye Fu'an was afraid that Ye Lizhu would be uncomfortable sitting in it. This was a sedan carried by eight people. He would wait until he got down the mountain before taking the carriage.
Sitting in the soft sedan, after hesitating for a moment, Ye Lizhu asked: "Dad, my mother's health is still not good?"
Ye Fu'an's expression darkened for a moment.
He had hidden this matter from Ye Lizhu for eight years, and he could no longer hide it.
Ye Fu'an said: "Li Zhu, your mother...she is long gone."
"What?" Ye Lizhu couldn't believe her ears.
Over the years, Ye Fu'an was the only one who visited Ye Lizhu in the temple. Ye Lizhu once secretly thought that her mother disliked her and didn't want her anymore, but this thought was dismissed as soon as it appeared. Now, Ye Fu'an told her that she Ye Lizhu's mother was long gone, and for a while, Ye Lizhu couldn't accept it.
There was a fishy-sweet smell in her mouth, and she quickly covered her lips with a handkerchief and looked at Ye Fu'an: "Dad, what did you say?"
Ye Fu'an also noticed that Ye Lizhu's face turned even more ugly.
He originally didn't plan to tell Ye Lizhu, but he could hide many things for a while, but not forever.
Moreover, Ye Lizhu's mother Jiang has passed away for more than eight years.
Ye Lizhu was young at that time, and Ye Fu'an was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it. Now that Ye Lizhu is going home, someone will tell her the news even if Ye Fu'an doesn't tell her. Ye Lizhu should also know about her mother.
Ye Fu'an said: "When you left, your mother was pregnant with your brother. When she gave birth, your brother was saved, but your mother..."
Ye Lizhu's eyes suddenly widened.
It's been so long. My mother also passed away for such a long time.
But, she didn't know until now!
Ye Fu'an raised his hand and wiped away Ye Lizhu's tears: "Lizhu, don't cry. You were born by your mother. How could she not miss you? After giving birth to your brother, your mother was bleeding heavily and she was still chanting your name. She said something bad happened to her, and you don’t want me to tell you. You have always been filial, and I heard that she would definitely not be able to survive if she lost her health... "
Ye Lizhu burst into tears, crying so much that she could not speak.
By the time Ye Fu'an coaxed her daughter to sleep, the sky was already dark.
This place is still far from the capital, so we have to stay in an inn for one night.
Ye Fu'an called a tall and strong woman to carry Ye Lizhu in.
The carriage and horses had stopped, and the sky was getting dark. Ye Fu'an's attendant entered the inn and asked the waiter to prepare the room. Within a moment, the attendant came out.
"S-Sir, all the rooms in the inn have been booked. There are some unused rooms, but no one is allowed to stay."
Ye Fu'an glanced at Ye Lizhu. Ye Lizhu's eyes were red and swollen like peaches from crying. Her complexion was as white as jade. She was delicate and fragile. With such a lovely daughter, he naturally couldn't let her be wronged.
Ye Fu'an sneered: "Who booked the inn?"
He was a dignified prime minister, a veteran of the two dynasties, and the emperor gave him some respect. The princes other than the prince wanted to get close to him when they saw him. Ye Fu'an wanted to see which family was so bold that he dared not let him move in.
The attendant whispered: "It's King Qin..."
Ye Fu'an puffed his beard and stared: "The people of King Qin dare to shut me out?"
The attendant said: "It's not the King of Qin, but the King of Qin. The waiter said it was the King of Qin who moved in. Sir, why did the King of Qin come to the capital?"
Ye Fu'an was stunned for a moment.
King Qin is coming to the capital
When was the news
We are about to reach the emperor’s feet, why didn’t anyone inform him
really
Ye Fu'an gave his mother-in-law a few words to keep an eye on the young lady, and then entered the inn.
...
There were two knocks on the door.
Ti Xiao put down the pen in his hand: "Come in."
A tall, middle-aged general in military uniform pushed open the door and entered: "Your Highness, Prime Minister Ye is taking his daughter back to Beijing and will stay here for one night. Are you leaving now?"
The light was dim and yellow. Looking from the direction of the general, the man not far away had slightly scattered black hair and a pair of upward-looking phoenix eyes, which were bottomless and naturally a bit cold, making people afraid to take a closer look.
Within a quarter of an hour, Ti Xiao came down the stairs. Ye Fu'an had been waiting for a long time. This was the first time the two met. Ye Fu'an originally thought that the legendary King of Qin, who killed people without blinking an eye, was a reckless man. But now he saw that King Qin was nine feet tall and had a handsome face. Because he was in a high position, he had an indescribable noble demeanor. On the contrary, he was compared with all the noble men in the capital.
Ye Fu'an cupped his hands and said, "His Royal Highness, King Qin."
Ti Xiaopi said with a smile but not a smile: "Prime Minister Ye, I've heard about his reputation for a long time."
To be honest, Ti Xiao didn't like Ye Fu'an at all. The current queen is Ti Xiao's biological sister, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is Ti Xiao's biological nephew. The prince was of noble and orthodox origin, but Ye Fu'an and his subordinates never favored the prince.
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Of course, Ye Fu'an does not favor others.
Ye Fu'an said: "My beloved daughter lives outside all year round. I want to take her home. It's getting late, so I have to stay here for one night. His Highness, King Qin, I heard that you have booked the inn..."
Tixiao's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
Ye Fu'an actually has a daughter.
The prince happened to be unmarried, and Ti Xiao had always preferred his nephew, who was smart and obedient. If Ye Nu was of good looks and about the same age, she could arrange a marriage.