Article 445

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"I don't want it! I don't want it!"

Rong Yan gritted her silver teeth and dragged the struggling Nangong Si back to her seat, but as soon as she let go, Nangong Si tried to run away again. In the end, Rong Yan had to raise her hand and suddenly lowered a restraint, binding him completely. Nangong Si fell to his knees, feeling humiliated and angry, like a trapped animal in a cage, panting.

"Let me go! I don't want a mother like you! You... you have never spoken to me properly, you have never cared about me, you only scold me... you only scold me!"

Rong Yan's face turned red and white, her lips trembled slightly, and she said for a long time: "Just stay in the room and recite the entire Xiaoyaoyou. I will come to check tomorrow. If you are still naughty, I will..."

At the end of her speech, she was a little confused, so what? She actually didn't know that she had always been iron-handed and fierce-tempered. Even when faced with her cowardly husband, she could reprimand him in public without any politeness and show him off.

But Nangong Si... what can she do?

She stood there for a while, feeling sad and resentful, sad and helpless. She was so irritated that she couldn't help but cough violently. She had an old illness, and when she coughed, she choked out a mouthful of blood. , but she didn't care. Before Nangong Si could see it, she wiped it with a handkerchief, and then spoke hoarsely and depressedly.

"Si'er, you are still young. You cannot always see right and wrong in this world with your eyes. Sometimes people who are tolerant to you may not necessarily expect good things from you, and people who are harsh to you may not be able to tell you well. I don't necessarily want you to be bad. Your father is weak and incompetent, not to mention..." She paused and did not continue speaking immediately. After thinking about it for a while, she gave up the sentence and said instead, "Mother doesn't want you to be like him in the future. Monk, become a leader like him.”

Nangong Si bit his lip and said nothing.

"You are naughty and don't pay attention to your studies. These are not big things, but how can you learn to lie and deceive others? Our Confucianism School has a glorious century-old foundation. It is because we have always adhered to the character of a gentleman that we have the dignity to stand on the top of the immortals. These principles do you Dad never teaches you seriously, but I am your mother. If he doesn't tell you, I will teach you and repeat it to you again and again. Even if you don't listen, even if you think I'm harsh, even if you hate me."

"...Dad didn't tell me, that's because he treats me as a concubine. He makes me happy, and he is happy. What about you?!" Nangong Si said angrily, "What the hell, mother, you only treat me as a Confucian scholar. My young master, I will be the future leader! If I am with you, I won’t have a good time for even half a day! I won’t listen to what you say!”

Rong Yan was extremely annoyed, and there was an abnormal blush on her snow-white cheeks. She covered her face with a handkerchief, coughed again, and then breathed for a long time before saying sternly:

"Okay. If you don't listen, I will keep telling you until you finally understand."

"..." The child was so stubborn that he simply covered his ears with his hands.

Rong Yan sat on the chair and slowly calmed down, but her heart was still throbbing. She remembered the injuries she had suffered when she was exorcising demons in her early years. Although she took medicine every day, she still became seriously ill and became more and more sick. He looked up again and saw the rebellious look of the child under the candle, and couldn't help but close his eyes.

After a while, she softened her tone and said, "Si'er, mother can't stay with you forever. One day I won't be able to stare at you anymore, and I won't be able to warn you anymore. I just hope you can understand in the future..."

She suddenly stopped talking.

Because, she saw Nangong Si squatting on the ground, his little body curled up into a ball, shrinking and crying under the forbidden spell she had laid. Her child, the always happy, joyful Si'er, was crying under her nap. While scolding, I choked and started crying.

Rong Yan was stunned for a long time, then stood up slowly, walked to the forbidden spell barrier, raised her hand, wanted to untie it, wanted to bend over and hug him, touch his red and swollen cheeks, and kiss his forehead.

But she endured it, and she still stood firm in the end.

She finished the last part of the sentence slowly: "You must understand... being greedy, resentful, deceiving, murdering, robbing and plundering are the seven things I, a scholarly gentleman, must not do."

"I don't understand, I don't want to understand, I...I..." Nangong Si raised his tear-filled eyes and cried and shouted at his mother who was outside the forbidden curse, "I hate you! I don't have a mother like you! "

"…………"

At that moment, outside the forbidden curse barrier, Rong Yan's face was so pale, and her usually cold face seemed to be heartbroken.

That face has appeared in Nangong Si's sleep many times in the past twenty years. When he woke up, the pillow was already wet. At that time, he was like a poisonous scorpion, waving its pincers and piercing the vicious juice. Enter the mother's heart.

It hurts, it really hurts.

It will not be relieved after a lifetime, and it will never be able to reconcile with myself.

On the third day, Rong Yan did not come to the mansion to see him, but asked the maid to bring him a quiver embroidered with camellias and a letter.

The mother's notes in the letter were dignified and solemn, without many nice words. She only said that she knew Si'er had been practicing martial arts recently and loved bow and arrow, so she embroidered a backpack for him to hold. He also said that he would go to Jinchengchi with his father, and when he came back, he would play "Xiaoyaoyou" again, hoping that he would stop being playful and willful.

What about him?

How did he do it?

He was still angry and resentful. He took a knife and cut the quiver sewn by his mother into several pieces. He threw his mother's letters into the fire pit and burned them to ashes. He tore up the "Xiaoyaoyou" on the case. The young children felt so happy in the fragmented decision.

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