I am Feng Jun

Chapter 1098 1095. The Burial of Fanwai 3
The night is dark, the autumn wind is howling, and under the half-missing moon, the hem of the clothes that blows up with the wind swirls in the air like withered leaves, outlining a series of sparse arcs.

The candles in Changle Hall gradually went out, Shen Ci had already fallen asleep after returning from flying the kite, and Mu Yao wanted to go back to her warm pavilion.

But in the past, the empress who would mercilessly throw her out of the Hall of Changle, unexpectedly wanted to send her back this time!

Mu Yao was flattered for a moment, but in the silence and cold wind, she realized that things should not be simple.

On the small road leading to the Nuan Pavilion from the Changle Hall, Mu Yao lowered her head halfway and closed her eyes. Suddenly, her right hand stretched forward halfway and grabbed Mu Yuanxi's sleeve. Her fingertips touched the icy temperature, and she subconsciously touched it. trembling.

"Mother."

Even her voice trembled a little, green and deep.

"Are you going to tell me something?"

Mu Yao raised her eyes slowly, caught the trace of unbearable flashing in Mu Yuanxi's black pupils, Mu Yao pursed her lips, and asked all kinds of abnormalities that had been discovered since the afternoon.

"What happened to daddy?"

"Mother, why are you so nervous all of a sudden?"

"With so many supplements, is it really just blood deficiency?"

"And. And"

"What else?"

Mu Yuanxi's voice was calm and calm, immersed in the night, as cool as water, when a gust of night wind blew past, Mu Yao suddenly felt cold all over her body, her slightly stiff lips opened and closed, and her voice was dry.

"...What do you mean don't leave too early, what do you mean wait for you!"

When Mu Yuanxi coaxed Shen Ci to drink the bird's nest, Mu Yao felt wrong for a moment, but she didn't mention it at that time, but kept it in her heart.

But no matter how she ignored it, those words were like a lingering mist, lingering in her heart, making her guess again and again what the deep meaning of these words was.

The end result made her terrified.

"No, it's not what I thought, is it? Daddy is fine, he said he will always watch Yao'er!"

Mu Yao took a step forward, grabbed Mu Yuanxi's forearm with both hands, and asked almost beggingly, hoping for the fact that would prove her wrong.

but.

"Mu Yao, you should be clear that everything has a beginning and an end, a cause and an effect, and human life is limited after all."

Mu Yao moved her hand away in fear, her eyes trembled, she took two steps back, and shook her head in a daze.

"Ke Ke, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be so early! Dad is obviously so young, and he is obviously very healthy."

Mu Yao's emotions are already on the verge of collapse. She is only ten years old now. In the past ten years, she has felt that she is the happiest person in the world.

Although Yao'er is always thrown out of Changle Palace by mother, all the decorations in Nuan Pavilion are arranged by mother and father. Every decoration is of high value, and every detail hides warmth;

Although Yao'er heard from Uncle Bei Xia that Daddy always liked to make Yao'er cry, but Daddy would always make delicious snacks for Yao'er, and would tell Yao'er gentle stories to lull Yao'er to sleep;
Although my aunt is always looking at her with deep and expectant eyes, my aunt will always use her spare time to teach Yao'er her experience;
But if...if the father died, wouldn't Yao'er become a child without a father?

My son don't!

There were tears in Mu Yao's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She raised her head, and Mu Yuanxi saw a trace of stubbornness in her eyes, and sighed silently.

"Mu Yao! Listen to me!"

Mu Yuanxi clasped her shoulder with his right hand, and the trembling strength from his hand made her feel sour. She looked down at Mu Yao with red eyes, and there was a trace of warmth in her deep voice.

"Yao'er, your father won't die."

At that moment, something seemed to flash across Mu Yao's eyes, and there was a bright light, and hope surged from her heart, she met Mu Yuanxi's gaze, and asked with her mouth open.

"Really?"

Mu Yuanxi took her cold little hand and continued walking towards the Nuan Pavilion, "Go in first, it's too cold outside."

Mu Yao followed her footsteps, but she was not as quiet as she was at the beginning, and the strength in her hands tightened little by little.

"Mother, tell me, is it true? Daddy won't die, right?"

She insisted on asking for an answer, so Mu Yuanxi quickened his pace, and quickly walked to the door of the Nuan Pavilion. Hong Ruo and Hong Wei, who were guarding there, hurriedly saluted when they saw the visitor.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness."

"Go down."

Mu Yuanxi ordered indifferently, then took Mu Yao in and closed the door.

Hong Ruo and Hong Wei looked at each other, a little puzzled why His Majesty came, and the little Highness looked like that, but they could only obey orders.

As soon as he entered the room, a wave of warmth rushed over his face, and Mu Yao's chilly body also warmed up a little because of the warmth and Mu Yuanxi's words just now.

However, Mu Yao who didn't get an accurate answer continued to ask, "Mother, tell me, is it true or not!"

Mu Yuanxi sat down beside the table beside the couch. Under the dim candlelight, her face remained the same as before, maintaining the most perfect state without a trace of blemish.

It's just that the arrogance in his eyebrows has become a little more peaceful, and when facing his husband and daughter, he has a rare tenderness.

The long golden hair slid down from her shoulders, reflecting the candlelight, she casually picked up a strand with her fingertips, and there were fewer and fewer black hairs she could find.

Mu Yuanxi lowered his eyes, his complicated eyes fell on it, and his faint voice drifted out.

"Human lives are finite, but some are not."

Mu Yao took a few deep breaths and tried to stabilize her emotions. After hearing this, her red eyes were stained with confusion.

Mu Yuanxi pursed the corners of his lips lightly, and a sad arc gradually emerged, "His body will die, but his soul will not."

Mu Yuanxi raised her head and looked at Mu Yao in front of her. Their gazes were parallel, and she continued.

"Yo'er, this world is much bigger than what you can see, not just the East Palace, not just the Imperial City, not just the Mu Dynasty, and not just the Yunling Continent."

"You know the existence of grandparents, they are in another wider world, a world that you can only see through the night mirror."

"Yao'er, your father will not die, he will only go to find his grandparents in advance, he will live forever, but he will not be able to accompany Yao'er like before."

When telling these things to Mu Yao, she seemed to be hypnotizing herself, but it was just another world.
Mu Yao took a deep breath, mumbled her lips, and repeated Mu Yuanxi's words with blurred eyes.

"Daddy won't die, but he will go to find his grandparents, leave Yao'er, and go to another world."

Although this answer made her very sad, it was easier to accept than the fact that Shen Ci would die, but Mu Yao was still puzzled by many things.

"But, why so early! Why early! Why can't you spend more time with Yao'er!"

When Mu Yuanxi saw Mu Yao asking this question in a crying voice, his Mo pupils trembled slightly, and a dark color flickered in his eyes.

The answer to this question is brutal.

It was so cruel that even if she thought about it, her heart would hurt like a knife.

But ten-year-old Mu Yao stood in front of her with red eyes and a stubborn expression, as if she must find an answer.

Mu Yuanxi let out a long sigh, his cool voice faintly leaked through the crack of the window, vague and hazy, faintly scattered in the night wind, drifting under the cold light of the cold moon, vaguely, along with the withered yellow leaves, together Floating into the boundless night.

(End of this chapter)