Pearl in the Palm

Ye Lizhu received a letter from his father in the evening.

Ye Fuan's fonts are still so chic, dragons and phoenixes danced. Over the years, Ye Fuan has written hundreds of letters to Ye Lizhu, and Ye Lizhu meticulously preserved each letter. She has read every letter many times.

It's a pity that her mother never wrote to Ye Lizhu. Ye Lizhu had dreamed of her mother many times, but because the two hadn't seen each other for too long, even if she dreamed it, Ye Lizhu couldn't really see her mother's face.

Ye Lizhu carefully read the letter written by his father.

Until tomorrow, my father will take her home.

Ye Lizhu had forgotten what Ye Mansion was like, and she was a little strange to her family.

It was getting darker, and Ye Lizhu had planned to blow out the oil lamp and go to bed. The door was knocked twice suddenly, and Ye Lizhu received the letter: "Come in."

Qinghui pulled Qingshuang and walked in: "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 are going back tomorrow."

Ye Lizhu has been living very well in Mingfo Temple in the past few years. Master Wu Xin took care of her very much, and Qinghui and Qingshuang were also very good to her.

She was leaving, and she didn't know when she would come back, Ye Lizhu was also very reluctant to bear them.

Ye Lizhu held Qinghui's hand: "Don't be sad, I will come back to see you, someday you want to visit the capital, just come directly to my house."

Qinghui’s eyes blushed: "But... but we want to see you every day, Zhuzhu, you are gone, no one will play the piano with us anymore, I have a nightmare at night, who is sleeping with me, I was punished by the master No one interceded for me and copied it for me."

Ye Lizhu put Qingshuang's hand on the back of Qinghui's hand: "Isn't Qingshuang here?"

Qinghui said: "Qing Shuang sleeps like a pig at night, so she won't comfort me to accompany me. She is always punished by the master."

Qingshuang slapped Qinghui on the back of Qinghui's hand with a "pop": "Begging for a fight!"

Ye Lizhu rubbed the back of Qinghui's hand: "Don't be sad, I will write to you."

Qing Shuang said: "Zhuzhu, you can rest assured to go home tomorrow, we miss you, we will definitely look for you, and the master can't bear you, won't ignore you."

Ye Lizhu nodded.

Qing Shuang pushed Qinghui a bit: "Hurry up and take out the pearl hairpin you bought."

Qinghui took out an exquisite wooden box from her sleeve: "Zhuzhu, this is our present for you."

Ye Lizhu took it, and under Qinghui's eyes, she opened the box.

Inside is a pearl hairpin, the hairpin body is silver, and the hairpin head is a pearl flower, which is very small and delicate.

"We don't have hair. You have hair. Beads. You can wear them tomorrow when you comb your hair. It must look good." Qinghui's eyes were shining, "We wanted to send you a long time ago."

Ye Lizhu gently stroked Zhuchai and nodded.

After Qinghui and Qingshuang left, Ye Lizhu put the pearl hairpin properly, took the veil, and coughed uncontrollably.

A little blood stained the snow-white veil, Ye Lizhu pursed her lips, blew out the lights, and lay on the bed. Her body is getting weaker and weaker. Sometimes when she opens her eyes, she feels that dark shadows are heavy in front of her, as if something dirty is surrounding her and devouring her life.

Ye Lizhu felt that even if he returned home, he wouldn't be able to live long.

But, no matter what, she wants to go back.

Ye Lizhu missed her father and mother.

The next day, Ye Lizhu changed clothes and washed as usual. After she had eaten out of the hall, a young nun came over and said to Ye Lizhu: "Zhuzhu, your father is here."

Ye Lizhu followed the little nun to the front.

Ye Fuan is over 40 years old. He is tall and burly. He is in a high position, but he does not see the majesty. On the contrary, he is amiable. He shows a three-point smile when he meets people. He wears a purple brocade dress and a purple gold crown on his head. The hall is particularly eye-catching.

Ye Lizhu stepped into the threshold, her eyes lit up suddenly: "Father!"

"Lizhu!" Ye Fuan took a few steps forward, and quickly pressed Ye Lizhu's shoulders, and looked up and down, "My dear girl, you have grown taller again, and you are a big girl!"

Ye Lizhu's lips turned up slightly, and he nodded heavily: "Yeah!"

Master Wu Xin came here too, and she glanced at Ye Lizhu: "Can you pack your things?"

Ye Lizhu said: "It's already packed."

"Then leave." Master Wu Xin clasped his hands together, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging between his fingers, "Go down early and get home early."

Ye Fuan 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 knocked three heads to Master Wu Xin too much: "Lizhu, thank you Master for his teaching for nearly ten years."

When her parents were not around, it was Master Wu Xin who taught her to read and write, to tell her right from wrong. Her parents gave her flesh and blood and were kind to her, and Master Wu Xin was too kind to her.

Master Wu Xin sighed too much: "Lizhu, get up."

After standing up, Ye Fuan held Ye Lizhu's arm and took her away.

The sedan chair stopped outside. Ye Fuan was afraid that Ye Lizhu would be uncomfortable. This was a sedan chair carried by eight people. He waited down the mountain and then took the carriage.

Sitting in the soft sedan chair, after hesitating, Ye Lizhu asked, "Father, is my mother's body still not so good?"

Ye Fuan's expression was sad.

He had concealed this matter from Ye Lizhu for eight years, and could no longer hide it.

Ye Fuan said, "Lizhu, your mother...she is gone a long time ago."

"What?" Ye Lizhu couldn't believe her ears.

For so many years, Ye Fuan was the only one who visited Ye Lizhu in the temple. Ye Lizhu once secretly wondered if his mother despised herself and didn’t want herself, but this idea only appeared for an instant and was dispelled. Now Ye Fu’an tells her that she Ye Lizhu's mother was gone a long time ago, Ye Lizhu couldn't accept it for a while.

There was a smell of sweetness in her mouth, and she quickly covered her lips with a veil, and looked at Ye Fu'an: "Father, what did you say?"

Ye Fuan also noticed that Ye Lizhu's face was even more ugly.

He didn't intend to tell Ye Lizhu, but he could hide many things for a while, but he could not hide it for a lifetime.

Besides, Ye Lizhu's mother Jiang clan has passed away for more than eight years.

At that time, Ye Lizhu was young, and Ye Fuan was afraid that she could not bear it. Now Ye Lizhu is going home. Even if Ye Fuan doesn't tell her, someone will tell her the news. Ye Lizhu should also know about her mother.

Ye Fuan said: "In the beginning, when you left, your mother was pregnant with your younger brother. When you gave birth, your younger brother kept it, but your mother..."

Ye Lizhu's eyes suddenly widened.

It has been so long. My mother passed away for so long.

However, she didn't know until now!

Ye Fuan raised his hand and wiped Ye Lizhu’s tears: "Lizhu, don’t cry, you were born to your mother, how could she not think of you? After giving birth to your brother, your mother bleeds heavily and still chants your name. She said she was doing something wrong, don't want me to tell you, you have always been filial, and I heard that she would not be able to hold it without her body..."

Ye Lizhu became a tearful person, crying speechless.

When Ye Fuan coaxed her daughter to sleep, the sky was already dark.

It is still far from the capital, so I want to stay at the inn for one night.

Ye Fuan called a tall and strong woman to hug Ye Lizhu in.

The carriage has stopped, and the sky will be dark. Ye Fu'an's attendant entered the inn and asked the shopkeeper to prepare the room. Within a moment, the attendant came out.

"Old, sir, all the rooms in the inn are packed, and there are some unused rooms, but people are not allowed to check in."

Ye Fuan glanced at Ye Lizhu. Ye Lizhu's eyes were red and swollen like peaches, and his complexion was white as jade, delicate and weak. With such a lovely daughter, it is naturally impossible for him to be wronged.

Ye Fuan sneered: "Who has booked the inn?"

He was a dignified prime minister, the veterans of the two dynasties, and the emperor gave a bit of face, and the princes other than the prince saw him and wanted to post and win him. Ye Fuan looked at which family was so bold that he would dare not let him move in.

The attendant whispered: "It's King Qin..."

Ye Fuan blew his beard and stared: "The people of King Qin dare to shut me out?"

The attendant said: "It's not King Qin, it's King Qin. The shopkeeper said it was King Qin staying in. Lord, why is King Qin coming to the capital?"

Ye Fuan was stunned for an instant.

King Qin is coming to the capital?

When is the news?

It's almost at the feet of the emperor, why didn't anyone inform him?

really?

Ye Fuan told her mother-in-law a few words so that she could look at the young lady and enter the inn by herself.

...

The door was knocked twice.

Tixiao put down the pen in his hand: "Come in."

A tall, middle-aged general in uniform pushed the door in: "His Royal Highness, Prime Minister Ye brought her daughter back to Beijing. He will stay here for one night at night. Are you going down now?"

The light was dizzy and yellow, looking from the direction of the general, the man not far away faintly scattered, with a pair of phoenix eyes raised, not bottomed, naturally with a bit of coldness, making people afraid to take a closer look.

Within a quarter of an hour, Ti Xiao went down the stairs, and Ye Fuan had been waiting for a long time. This is the first time the two have met. Ye Fuan originally thought that the legendary King Qin who killed people without blinking should be a reckless man. Now, when he sees it, King Qin is nine feet tall and has a handsome face. Because of his high position, he has an inexplicable nobleness. It compares the noble princes in the capital.

Ye Fuan arched his hand: "His Royal Highness King Qin."

Ti Xiaopi smiled and said without a smile: "Prime Minister Ye, I have heard of the name for a long time."

To be honest, Ti Xiao has no favors with Ye Fu'an. The current queen is Tixiao’s biological sister, and His Royal Highness is Tixiao’s nephew. The prince was born noble and orthodox, and Ye Fuan and the civil servants under his hand never favored the prince.

Of course, Ye Fuan is not biased towards others.

Ye Fuan said, "My wife lives outside all the year round. I was actually going to take her home. It will be late and I have to stay here for one night. Your Royal Highness, I heard that the inn was covered by you..."

Tixiao narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly.

Ye Fuan actually has a daughter.

The prince happened to be unmarried, and Ti Xiao always preferred him, a smart and obedient nephew. If Ye Nv's appearance is decent and her age is about the same, she can do a marriage.