Dream Broken You Pavilion

When Shang Wuyang returned to Bamboo Forest Garden, it was already early morning the next day.

As soon as you entered the bamboo forest garden, you could hear the loud crying of babies, and the girls and women were all smiling. A row of red lanterns hanging under the long corridor were as bright as fire, and the courtyard was full of joy.

Shang Wuyang frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are these red lanterns hung?"

The girl smiled and replied: "Young master, it is a happy event to have a baby in the family. Hanging red lanterns will add some joy."

Shang Wuyang's face was as cold as frost, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "It's not the New Year's day, what are you doing hanging up these things, take them down!"

Seeing the young master's gloomy face, the maids were terrified, as if the young master had never reprimanded them with such a face, they couldn't help being frightened, and answered "yes" in a panic.

Mrs. Shang Qi came in and said, "Red lanterns can ward off evil spirits and remove bad luck. What do you do if you take them down after hanging them up?!"

Shang Wuyang forced himself to suppress the irritability in his heart, and said with a gloomy face: "So many brothers died in this battle, it is inappropriate to hang this red lantern, remove it!"

The girls looked at Mrs. Shang Qi at a loss,

Mrs. Shang Qi glanced at Su Qing'er, sighed helplessly, and whispered: "He is worried about Jing'er, alas!"

Turning to the girls, he said: "Leave two candles in front of the bedroom door to show off your bad luck, and remove the others."

Shang Wuyang stopped talking, turned around and went to the East Wing, Mrs. Shang Qi also followed.

Seeing Mrs. Shang Qi following in, Shang Wuyang didn't say a word, and took off his dirty clothes by himself.

Su Qing'er hurriedly went to the cabinet to fetch clean clothes for him to change.

Mrs. Shang Qi said softly: "Don't worry, Jing'er Ji has her own appearance, I believe she will be fine as a mother."

Shang Wuyang quickly changed his clothes, he was so upset that he didn't want to say anything.

Knowing a child is like a mother, how can Mrs. Shang Qi not know what her son is thinking at this moment?Seeing Shang Wuyang's gloomy expression and silent expression, he shook his head helplessly and said:

"Silly boy, no matter how good Jing'er is, she is Xiao Han's wife. You, even if you are worried, you should keep it in your heart. Why are you so impatient? Now, you should worry more about your own wife and children. Bar."

Su Qing'er helped Shang Wuyang put on a long dark blue brocade gown, and took a wide belt of the same color to tie it on for him.

The girls brought pots of hot water and put them on the basin stand by the wall, Su Qing'er took a towel and handed it to Shang Wuyang, Shang Wuyang took it, said "thank you", and went to wash her face.

Su Qing'er said: "Master, you have traveled for a few days, and you have been busy for a day and two nights. It is really hard work. By the way, Master has not seen the child yet. Don't tell me, the child looks really cute. Master, when you were a child."

Seeing that Shang Wuyang washed his face by himself and didn't answer, Mrs. Shang Qi winked at her again, Su Qing'er understood, struck while the iron was hot, and said:

"Master, let me bring your daughter to show you?"

Mrs. Shang Qi hurriedly echoed: "Isn't it, my granddaughter, who looks so handsome, really looks like her father. I haven't seen you for a while. I think about it again. Hurry up and hug her. "

"Hey!" Su Qing'er responded, and ran out briskly.

After a while, he happily walked in with the child in his arms, and said softly:

"Our little daughter of Xiaoyuntian is here to pay respects to father and ancestor."

When Mrs. Shang Qi saw the child, all the troubles and exhaustion in her heart disappeared, her face was full of smiles, and she hurriedly stood up and waved at Su Qing'er:

"Ouch, my granddaughter is here, hurry up and hug her to show grandma."

Carefully took the infant baby from her arms, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, "Look at how beautiful this baby is, Qing'er, you are right, with big eyelids and a small thin mouth Ah, she really looks like her father when he was a child."

Looking up, Shang Wuyang sat down at the table and took a teacup to pour tea. He seemed to turn a deaf ear to the singing of the two of them. No interest at all.

Su Qing'er and Mrs. Shang Qi looked at each other, Mrs. Shang Qi shook her head helplessly, then smiled again, deliberately loudly teasing the baby in her arms, "My dear grandson, your father hasn't seen him yet." You have such a pretty little appearance, let your father take a look..."

Shang Wuyang didn't raise his head, his brows were furrowed, and he said, "Your voice can be heard eight hundred miles away, and my son is not deaf."

Hearing what he said, Mrs. Shang Qi really couldn't laugh or cry, she simply strode forward, sent the infant child in front of him, and said:

"Then you should take a look. The old thief is dead, and this knot is all in one mind. You can see Min'er or not, but no matter how you say it, this child is really the blood of our old businessman." , isn’t your biological daughter?! She was born prematurely again, God is pitiful, it’s not easy to survive, you can’t turn a blind eye like this, can you take a look?”

How could Shang Wuyang not know of his mother's painstaking efforts, but at first he had a hard time to solve, even though his enemy died, but the enemy's daughter was by his side every day, which made him feel so embarrassed, and now he suddenly let him accept this man with an enemy. The child of blood, he still can't twist this muscle all of a sudden; secondly, if it wasn't for saving Miao Jue and delivering the child, Jing'er, who was already injured, might not have delayed the best time to heal her wounds, leading to the current situation Until now, Jing'er's life and death are uncertain, and all blame the mother and daughter.Thinking of it this way, I hated to see this child more and more in my heart.But seeing my mother urging me like this again, if I continue to insist on going my own way, I am afraid that my mother will really be angry.

At this moment, as if the child knew that her father didn't want to look at her, she pursed her lips aggrievedly and began to cry "wow", the voice was as thin as a kitten, and faintly floated into the eyes of several people in the room. In the ears, hearing it made people feel distressed, Mrs. Shang Qi lowered her face and feigned displeasure, and whispered to Shang Wuyang:

"Aren't you coaxing your daughter?!"

Suddenly stuffing the child into Shang Wuyang's arms, Shang Wuyang hurriedly stretched out his hands to catch it.

He who had never held a child before was completely flustered, and the crying of the child made him even more disturbed. He frowned and glanced at the child in his arms indifferently and impatiently, but saw the child: A small head exposed in the middle is not as big as the palm of the hand, the black hair is curled and stuck to the forehead, the small pink face, the closed eyelids are thin and long, and the long and curved eyelashes are hung with crystal teardrops , the thin mouth under the tip of the small nose was aggrieved, and from time to time, the small mouth was pursed and sobbed pitifully twice. The immature childish voice was as soft and soft as a trickle. Button penetrated into his heart and touched the softest corner of his heart. In an instant, the resentment in his heart seemed to be diluted a lot, and his heart suddenly softened, and he shook his arm unconsciously. , said in a blunt tone:

"Don't, don't cry."

Although it was an indifferent sentence, the child seemed to understand it, stopped crying in an instant, opened a pair of big tearful eyes to look at him, and in the blink of an eye, teardrops rolled down the corners of the eyes to the ears, Those big eyes never left Shang Wuyang's face, and the bright little eyes just kept staring at him.

Mrs. Shang Qi came forward and saw the child's eyes staring at Shang Wuyang, as if he really saw him, the small mouth bulged out, it was really cute, even if he peeked at Shang Wuyang again, it was still the same. His face rejected Qianli's indifference, but his sharp eyes had gradually softened, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoiced in his heart, and hurriedly said:

"Oh, look at the way this child looks at you. Everyone says that his daughter likes father the most. It seems that this child really hits it off with you."

After staring at the child for a while, Shang Wuyang stood up, clumsily stuffed the child back into Mrs. Shang Qi's arms, and said:

"I've hugged and looked over, my son has something else to do, let's go out first." He bowed and saluted before going out.

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Mrs. Shang Qi handed the child in her arms to Su Qing'er, and said softly:

"This room is cold, send the child to the nurse first, and also, go and invite Qian Cangli."

"Yes." Su Qing'er agreed, turned around and went out with the child in her arms.

Shang Wuyang frowned and said, "Why did you invite a wet nurse?"

Mrs. Shang Qi sighed: "Miao Jue was injured and gave birth prematurely, and her body was weak, so I sent someone to the village at the foot of the mountain to invite a wet nurse."

"Don't always try to hide, come here, I have something to say."

Shang Wuyang saw that his mother's face suddenly became serious, he didn't know what was the important matter, he hesitated a little and had to turn back.

Mrs. Shang Qi asked: "Yang'er, do you remember when I took you to practice martial arts with Daoist Huiyuan when you were young?"

Shang Wuyang replied: "Remember."

Mrs. Shang Qi suddenly smiled and said, "I'll let you meet someone later."

......

After a while, Su Qing'er opened the door and came in, saying, "Madam, Mr. Qian is here."

Mrs. Shang Qi hurriedly stood up and said, "Please come in."

Qian Cangli strode in, and saw that he was wearing a black dress with gold piping, and a golden dagger embroidered on his left chest. Aged, but refreshed, looking younger than his actual age.

Qian Cangli came in, clasped his fists, and was about to speak, but Madam Shang Qi raised her hand to stop her.

Mrs. Shang Qi asked Shang Wuyang: "Yang'er, do you recognize him?"

Shang Wuyang looked at Qian Cangli blankly, and asked puzzledly: "Isn't this Mr. Qian, we have met before, mother, what do you mean?"

Qian Cangli smiled and said: "Wu Yang, do you still remember Daoist Qianye?"

"Daoist Qianye?" Shang Wuyang looked at him blankly. Back then, his mother worshiped under Daoist Huiyuan. Growing up, at this moment, his eyes suddenly widened, "You, are you Uncle Chiba?"

With a smile on his face, Qian Cangli nodded slightly, "It's true."

Mrs. Shang Qi's tears rolled down her cheeks, and she tremblingly said: "Yang'er, you only know that Uncle Qian is a disciple of Daoist Hui Yuan, but what you don't know is that he used to be your father's lieutenant general, since your father was killed Afterwards, he looked for me everywhere, and then he followed General Xiao Zizhan secretly, and finally found me. When you were more than half a year old, he took our mother and son out of the capital to find his master, Daoist Hui Yuan. From then on, our mother and son The two lived in incognito, and at the same time practiced martial arts with the Taoist priest, thus saving the lives of our mother and son, he, like General Xiao, has the grace to save our mother and son."

Hearing this, Shang Wuyang knelt on the ground with a "plop", clasped his hands and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Qianye, please accept Wuyang's bow." After saying that, he kowtowed respectfully.

Qian Cangli hurriedly stepped forward to help Shang Wuyang up, filled with emotion, his eyes turned red, and said: "After the death of General Shang, I was heartbroken. After finding your mother and son, I learned that the blood slaves are still chasing and killing you, so I will I took your mother and son back to my master. After the master passed away, I went out to wander for several years, but I didn’t see you when I came back. I never thought that the head of Xiao Yuntian was the son of General Shang, whom I had been looking for for many years. On this Fulong Mountain, if I had come up the mountain earlier, maybe I could have seen you one day earlier."

When mentioning the past, the past is like smoke, fine and small, but it is sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. Mrs. Shang Qi wipes her tears from time to time, and Qian Cangli also has mixed feelings...

After chatting for a while, Shang Wuyang began to feel uneasy again, unable to sit and sit still, so he let the two of them talk first, while he bowed his hands and bowed his hands as an excuse to go out for inspection and left. Once he walked out of the room, he let out a long sigh of relief. I stood in front of the door and thought for a while, then glanced at the bedroom, and then I didn't stay any longer, and strode out...