Chapter 237 The truth about Mu Xi's disappearance

  The night was as cool as water, and the imperial study in the palace was exceptionally quiet, and even the guards who patrolled on weekdays were gone.

  The imperial study room without a gleam of light just stood quietly in the dark night, with a hint of gloom.

  The cold moonlight shines through the window in the dark and watery imperial study room, and falls on the moon-white clothes of the woman sitting at the table.

  The woman lowered her head, clasped her hands tightly, and a strand of hair mischievously slipped from her ear and landed on the table in front of her.

  On the table under the moonlight lay a painting quietly, a picture scroll that has been slightly yellowed for a long time.

   On the picture scroll is a beautiful woman with outstanding appearance, fair skin and snowy skin.

  Beauty is standing on a green lawn, with a gushing fountain behind her, a European-style villa...

  The beauty wore a lavender dress, which undoubtedly showed her noble temperament.

  Beauty's right hand is holding a little girl carved in pink and jade. The little girl is wearing a pink and white skirt, coupled with that cute, powdery little face that is small but has a slight appearance, it is really cute.

  Jiaren looked at the little girl softly, her eyes full of tenderness...

  Jun Li's eyes were reddish, he took a deep breath, reached out and gently touched the beauty's beautiful face in the painting, his movements were very careful.

  A drop of tear suddenly fell, and Jun Li quickly held the tear in his hand, saving the painting.

  Heaved a sigh of relief, the bright moonlight hit the scroll and also hit her heart.

"Mother…"

   Two awkward words came out of her mouth slowly, very difficult.

  She remembered that she was only nine years old when her mother left, and she hadn't seen her mother again in the next twenty years. If it wasn't for her photo and her excellent memory, she might not have remembered what her mother looked like.

   I didn't expect to see the portraits of my mother and myself when I was a child in this fictional era today. Junli no longer knows what words to use to describe his mood at this time.

  The words of shopkeeper Guo still echoed in his ears.

  Almost seven or eight hundred years...

  Could it be that the reason why my mother didn't come back back then was not because I didn't want her anymore, but just like her, she traveled through time and space to a time and space seven or eight hundred years ago?

  Jun Centrifuge was full of thoughts, staring at the painting in front of him for a long time, a relaxed smile suddenly appeared on his face.

  When she was a child, her mother treated her very well. It can be said that she is her mother's life. The mother was bullied by the mistress and would not fight back. But if that mistress bullies her, her mother will definitely fight her.

I still remember that when I was a child, my mother, who was always weak, fought with that mistress for herself. Her forehead was broken, her face was bruised and swollen, and her hair was torn off. But my mother didn't care at all, she just kept kicking and beating that mistress Xiaosan, vent your anger on her.

  The mistress who hit her at the end knelt down and begged for mercy, but her mother still ignored her, her eyes were red...

   Later when Jun Qiandai came back, he saw that little three had a pig-headed face, beat his mother for the first time, and used the so-called family law of the Jun family - the leather whip...

  Recalling how her mother was covered in blood that night, no matter how much she begged Jun Chiyo, Jun Chiyo didn't stop, and there was no scene when she found a doctor to treat her mother. Thinking about it now, Jun Li feels that the blood all over his body seems to be condensed just like that time.

  Thinking of her mother being so good to her, she actually misunderstood her for twenty years, thinking that she didn't want her anymore. Thinking about it now, mother wished to give her her life, so why would she not want her!

  It turned out that everything was like this...

  Mother doesn’t want her, but travels through time and space, and lives in a different time and space from her, a time and space that doesn’t belong to the earth...

  Different time and space, how mother returns to her side, I am afraid I just want to, but also have no power...

  Jun Li showed a relieved smile, feeling that the stone that had weighed on her heart for so many years finally fell to the ground.

  The only regret is that her mother was not in the same age as her.

  Suddenly remembered something, Junli walked towards the rows of bookshelves at the back, looking for some historical books that recorded events seven or eight hundred years ago.

  Maybe, I can find out about my mother...

   It is also possible that my mother lived a bland life without leaving a trace in history.

Everything is possible…

  There are too many bookshelves, and it is not easy for one person to find a few books. Junli waved his hand, and a black shadow landed in front of her.

   "Go and announce all the historians to this emperor, and the speed must be fast."

   Sombra nodded, blinked, and disappeared.

  Sitting in front of the table and looking at the painting, Jun Li smiled faintly, letting time go by bit by bit.

  With about two sticks of incense, several historians hurried to the door of the imperial study under the leadership of Hei Ying.

  Looking at the dark and unpopular Yushufang, several historians trembled in their hearts.

  Just now a man in black suddenly came to their room and told them that His Majesty had called.

  They naturally didn't believe it. His Majesty would send an attendant at worst, someone who knew the rules. But let alone the identity of the man in black in front of him, is it His Majesty's summoning purpose?

  Without their identities and no intention to summon them, the historians were naturally unwilling to follow the man in black.

  Unexpectedly, just as they shook their heads, a long sword glowing with cold light was placed around their necks, forcing them to follow the man in black into the palace.

   Originally thought that the man in black was trying to lure them out of the palace, but he didn't expect to actually bring them into the palace. And the guards at the gate of the palace did not stop the man in black when they saw him.

  Seeing this, they felt a lot of relief, at least they didn't come to kill them.

   But seeing the dark imperial study in front of them, the legs of several historians could not help but tremble.

   I was about to ask if His Majesty the man in black was really inside, but when I turned around, there was nowhere the figure of the man in black...

A chill spread from the soles of the feet of several historians to the whole body in an instant. They looked at the dark imperial study in front of them, and then saw that there was no guard around them. With a glance, they all saw the panic in the eyes of several people.

   Could it be that the man in black just now was...

   No wonder there were no guards blocking the entrance of the palace. It turned out to be that thing.

  However, aren’t ghosts usually dressed in white? Why did they become black?

  The historians couldn't figure it out, and they didn't have time to think about it right now. They just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

  A historian boldly took a step, but there was no response.

   Seeing this, several other historians also took a bold step, but did not respond.

  The historians were overjoyed, sneaking like thieves, and slowly walked down the stairs outside the imperial study.

  (end of this chapter)