Chapter 1878: Winter of that year

It's coming for fourteen years! The winter of this year seems to be extremely cold.
In the morning, when people got up and came out, they found heavy snow covering the entire imperial city.
Wuhou Mansion!
Wrapped in silver, a white world. The lake in Houfu was surrounded by white snow, and the lake in the middle was frozen. Some servants walked on the ice.
Mrs. Lin's sons, Lan Jianyi, Lan Jianhui, and the little girl Lan Xiuxin were playing happily. This snow makes them very excited.
"Hey, sixth brother!" Lan Jianhui said, "Have you heard that the mother of that little vomited blood again last night. I guess, I can't make it through today."
Lan Jian was only eight years old, but he was disdainful. Hearing the words, he said: "The life of a lowly servant is worth less than a slave. If he dies, he will die. What's the matter, if it weren't for my mother's confession that he was not allowed to go to the hut for these two days, I would have to let the little give me The book bag."
Lan Jianhui laughed and said: "Sixth brother, you fellow! Every time you are the worst. In front of the little bastard, you still pretend to be a good person. The little is also grateful to you, but every time a bad idea is Did you come out?"
Lan Jian smiled and said, "This is fun. That little is just like a pig. It's a lie."
"You are really too much." Lan Xiuxin flushed with little cheeks aside. "Jian Yi, Tingyu is very pitiful, now her mother is sick again. How can you say that to him, he and we are both father's children."
"But his mother is a lowly maid, a Humeizi!" Lan Jianyi said: "This is what my mother often said. My mother said, that Humeizi seduce Daddy, and he has this little bastard."
"Too lazy to care about you!" Lan Xiu was frustrated, turned and left.
This year, Lan Xiuxin is nine years old. She is wearing a small fox fur coat and her boots are silver. She was walking in the snow, and the two maids behind her followed closely.
Lan Xiuxin's face flushed with cold, she kept rubbing her hands.
"Miss, it's too cold outside, let's go back to the house." The maid said.
Lan Xiuxin said, "I'll go see Seventh Brother!"
The maid was taken aback, and said: "How can this work, my wife has confessed. Recently, no one can approach the hut or give them medicine."
"Mother is too much." Lan Xiu's eyes flushed.
She may be the only alien in the Lan family, but she is kind by nature.
Lan Xiuxin quickly arrived at the hut. The hut was next to the wood house. She used to live with people, but she was moved out by Mrs. Lin and lived with Ye Luanfeng and her son.
When Ye Luanfeng first entered the mansion, he lived in the big house in the West Chamber. But Mrs. Lin looked for an opportunity two years ago and drove Ye Luanfeng and Lan Tingyu out.
Before Lan Xiuxin approached, she heard a violent coughing from the cabin.
Then came Lan Tingyu's immature and frightened voice. With a cry...
"Mother, mother... mother, don't scare me." Lan Tingyu cried and said.
Lan Xiuxin came to the window, quietly poked a hole, and looked inside. The two maids breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Lan Xiuxin had not entered the house.
At this time, Lan Xiuxin saw that the room was so dark, and there was still a cold breath coming out.
"How come there is no charcoal fire in such a cold day?" Lan Xiu muttered secretly. She saw the bed in the room, and the six-year-old was shivering in thin clothes. He carried a bowl of hot tea and handed it to Ye Luanfeng on the sick bed.
Ye Lufeng was already very haggard, as haggard as a sixty old woman.
Ye Luanfeng's actual age is over a hundred years old, but this should be very young. Because she was a top master before, but her cultivation base was abolished. But the body is still eighteen.
Over the years, life has destroyed her too hard.
Lan Xiu's heart looked bitter. She remembered that when she first saw Ye Luanfeng, she was kind and amiable, beautiful and dignified, like a goddess in the sky. But now, it has become like this.
"Yu'er..." Ye Luanfeng got better after coughing. She looked weakly at the poor little guy.
The little guy's eyes were full of tears.
"Yu'er, don't cry..."
The little guy wiped away his tears immediately, nodded his head, and said, "Mother doesn't let Yu'er cry, Yu'er won't cry."
Ye Luanfeng suddenly turned red and said, "Yu'er, I'm sorry, my mother, let you suffer such suffering with your mother."
The little guy shook his head and said, "No, Yu'er is the happiest with a mother."
"But, what if my mother is gone?" Ye Luanfeng said.
The little guy was stunned.
He looked at Ye Luanfeng pitifully. "Mother, I will be obedient in the future. They beat me and I won't fight back. You don't want to go, okay?"
Ye Luanfeng's tears burst into tears.
Suddenly, she coughed violently again.
The little guy was so scared that he quickly patted Ye Luanfeng on the back.
After Ye Luanfeng coughed, she covered it with a handkerchief. She hid the handkerchief to prevent Lan Tingyu from seeing it.
Lan Xiuxin knew that Ye Luanfeng coughed up blood. Seeing this, Ye Luanfeng couldn't survive today.
After a while, Lan Tingyu suddenly left the house. He is not afraid of the severe cold, and his small body has a deep foot and a shallow foot in the snow, making it extremely difficult to walk.
Lan Xiuxin followed behind.
Lan Tingyu finally came to the gate of the Hou Mansion and waited.
Lan Xiu looked at it from a distance, and immediately understood that he was waiting for his father to come back.
It's not that Lan Xiuxin doesn't want to help Lan Tingyu, but she doesn't know how to help.
"Go and find a thick robe, and then send charcoal fire to the hut." Lan Xiu thought for a while and ordered the maid next to her.
The maid was immediately embarrassed and said: "Miss, this..."
"If you don't go, I'll tell my mother that you are rebellious and quietly insulted my father." Lan Xiuxin said.
The maid was taken aback and had no choice but to go.
Lan Xiu knew that by now, it was useless to call a doctor.
The maid quickly found a thick robe. Lan Xiuxin took the thick robe, came behind Lan Tingyu, and she put it on Lan Tingyu. Lan Tingyu turned around and saw Lan Xiuxin.
A trace of fear naturally flashed in his eyes.
This fear makes Lan Xiu feel distressed.
She knew that her brothers bullied him too hard. He is just a child!
That's why he is so afraid of people surnamed Lan.
After a while, Lan Tingyu whispered, "Thank you!"
At this moment, there was movement outside the Hou Mansion.
The servant at the door, the guard knelt to greet him.
Butler Hope led the way, and Hou Yelan returned in a carriage. The carriage was extremely luxurious and had a heater inside.
Lan Tingyu rushed forward and knelt down. His body was trembling in the cold wind!
The carriage stopped.
Hope looked strange after seeing Lan Tingyu.
"What?" Lan Tianji asked lightly in the carriage.
Hope whispered from outside the carriage: "Little Master Tingyu kneels in front."
Lan Tianji was taken aback, and then said, "Pull away."
"Yes, sir!" Hope waved and said to Jiading, "Send Master Tingyu back!"
The two family members immediately stepped forward and directly picked up Lan Tingyu.
"No, no..." Lan Tingyu yelled, his voice was still immature, but his voice was desperate and frightened. "My mother...help my mother, please, sir, please..."
Lan Tingyu only dared to call the Great Master, how could he dare to call Dad for such a person. How is he worthy to be the son of such a great master?
However, he just wanted the great master to show kindness and save his mother!
Didn’t they all say that the eldest man is a very capable person?
However, no matter how Lan Tingyu roared and begged in despair, Lan Tianji did not speak from the beginning to the end.
Lan Xiuxin stood on the spot.
She watched the carriage leave, but did not ask her father.
The father has always been indifferent and doesn't show much expression to any children.
Therefore, she is also afraid of her father.
It's just that she doesn't understand, why should her father be so cruel and indifferent to Lan Tingyu's mother and son?
Even if the cat and dog in the house are sick, they shouldn't be so indifferent!
This night, Ye Luanfeng was already at the end of his life.
Lan Tingyu kept guarding beside the bed.
"Yuer..." Ye Luanfeng was extremely weak.
"Mother, don't talk, you need to rest more. I begged the elder, he ignored me, mother, what should I do?"
"Yu'er... Mother is going to leave. I'm sorry. Mother shouldn't have given birth to you. Mother should have strangled you when you were just born. In this way, you don't have to suffer so much. But, mother. Dear you, mother reluctantly, promise mother, don't hate mother, okay?"
"Yu'er loves her mother the most, and Yuer will never hate her mother!" said the little guy.
Ye Luanfeng continued: "There is a dagger by the bed, this is the only thing that my mother can leave for you. If one day, you really can't bear it, stop yourself, don't suffer such suffering again. If in the future, You can grow up, but if you can't be self-reliant, don't get married or have children. Don't hurt them anymore, promise your mother..."
"Mother, I promise you, I promise you everything!" The little guy burst into tears.
"If possible, don't be like your father, you should be a good person, especially, don't hurt other good people, promise mother..."
"I promise you, mother..."
In the morning of the next day, Lan Xiuxin heard that Ye Luanfeng had died last night.
Lan Xiuxin didn't dare to approach the hut, for fear of hearing the desperate cry of the immature child, or seeing his eyes.
The world is cruel, they have never treated that little guy kindly.
Lan Xiuxin can only do his best to give the little guy a little warmth and help. What she didn't know was that that thick robe helped Lan Tingyu through the coldest winter.
She didn't know that she would help Lan Tingyu soar into the sky in the future.
She doesn't even know how dazzling Lan Tingyu will be in the future, and what kind of means will be used to punish her mother, Mrs. Lin, her brother, and her father.
All causes and effects have long been buried deeply in such a desperate winter.
If you don’t believe me, look up, how has the sky ever spared anyone!
This winter, the six-year-old Lan Tingyu grew up overnight...
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