Ye Zechuan made a prompt decision and knocked the servant woman unconscious with a backhand knife. He moved her under a big locust tree outside the courtyard, and walked to the door of the courtyard with the key.

There were not many keys, only a dozen or so. Ye Zechuan tried them one by one and soon opened the copper lock on the courtyard door.

After taking off the copper lock, he pressed his hand on the door panel but failed to push the door open.

In fact, he knew that every word Ye Qizong said was true, but he didn't want to believe it and couldn't believe it.

His mother made an agreement with him ten years ago. She said she would wait for him to become strong and wait for him to come back and pick her up from the backyard openly.

She said it before! She doesn't like the backyard! She doesn't like the coldness here, she doesn't like the smallness here! Since she doesn't like it, why don't you wait for him to take her out of here?

At noon, the warm wind was gentle, but it made his cheeks, lips and teeth feel cold and stiff. He held the hand tightly on the door, and the veins on the back of his white hand throbbed violently. His handsome face was almost stretched into a straight line.

, which makes the slender body appear thinner and thinner.

Finally, with trembling hands, he slowly pushed the wooden door open.

With the sound of "squeaking", the wooden door gradually opened, and everything in the courtyard came into his eyes like a slow motion on TV.

There were ancient wells, firewood piles, square wooden benches, and hoes neatly arranged in a row in the corner. He seemed to see a little boy who was not tall enough, struggling to carry a bucket full of water, one by one, towards the kitchen.

Before he reached the kitchen door, he couldn't wait to speak loudly inside to ask for praise: "Mom, look, I fetched another bucket of water!"

"Xiaochuan, the water tank is full. Go and study quickly and stop playing with water." A woman's gentle voice came from the kitchen, but her tone was stern.

"Yes, mother." The excited expression on the little boy's face gradually cooled down. He lifted the bucket to the wall, lowered his head and went into his room to study.

In fact, his memory has been very good since he was a child, and he has been able to recite the Four Books and Five Classics by heart. However, every time he showed his homework to his mother, she only nodded lightly and never praised him.

Later, in order to get praise from his mother, he not only studied hard, but also often helped her do whatever he could. His mother only nodded to him occasionally to express her approval, and even gave him hugs and smiles.

Later, he gradually lost the liveliness that a child should have and became taciturn, and his smile became luxurious to him.

He will never laugh again.

At that time, Ye Zechuan was still very young, but he knew in his heart that his mother's strict requirements meant she had high hopes for him. She hoped that he could get ahead and one day get out of Penglaiyuan.

He is very upbeat, and Ye Suxue never needs to worry about his homework.

The backyard was not big. At this moment, Ye Zechuan was standing alone at the door looking at the empty yard, feeling that it was unprecedentedly empty and lonely.

Memories of my childhood kept coming back, and my mother's care and instruction seemed to be in my ears, but all I could see was desolation.

In the ten years since he left Ye Dao, he has worked hard to learn all kinds of knowledge and run the Knight Magic Group. He just wanted to come back early, take his mother out of Penglaiyuan and take her away from Ye Dao, and let her see the different things outside.

The world of flowers.
Chapter completed!