Have you already decided to marry?

Mo Xue's pupils froze, whether it was in her previous life or in this life, she never thought that she would be the one who had been married, if she had been married, who was that family, why did she set herself but never had the slightest voice, in her previous life, her father objected to marrying into the Zhenguo Mansion, but because she insisted on going her own way, she finally had no choice but to let go.

If he had another marriage, his father would inevitably take it out to prevent him from marrying Sima Lingyun, and in that case, his father didn't talk about it, which meant that his father didn't know about it! But how could this kind of thing happen.

What kind of situation is it, my mother promised herself, but she didn't even tell her father!

She never thought that there was such a thing, if it was true, why did her mother do this! What was her mother hiding, why was she hiding it from her father, and even such a major event as the marriage of her children was privately set by herself.

However, subconsciously, she had an intuition that this was true! The hand on the corner of the table involuntarily trembled twice, and she was a little flustered for a while.

"Miss, can the old slave come in?" came the voice of Mama Ming at the door.

"Miss......" Mo Yu also heard Mama Ming's voice and looked at Mo Xuetong.

"Let Mama Ming in. Mo Xue Tong let out a sigh, suppressed the throbbing in her heart, closed her eyes, and said lightly.

Mo Yu retreated in response, and after a while, Mama Ming walked in.

"Miss, please forgive the old slave, the old slave didn't want to deceive the miss, just madam, madam, she ......" Entering the door, Mama Ming knelt down in front of Mo Xuetong's bed, and the old tears were rampant, and she couldn't cry for a while.

Mo Xuetong opened her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes had regained clarity and calmness, as if Fang Cai's fear was just a layer of clouds, and after the clouds and smoke, there was still clear water.

She said coldly: "Mama please, you are the old man next to your mother, and you are the nurse of your mother, you kneel, but I can't stand it, Mo Lan still doesn't help Mama Ming to get up." She politely instructed Mo Lan, who had followed up, to help Mama Ming get up, but this made her even more detached.

Mo Lan stepped forward to help Mama Ming, but Mama Ming still knelt on the ground: "Miss, if you don't forgive the old slave, the old slave will kneel and die here, and if you don't get up, the old slave is really sorry for Miss!"

"What is this doing, Miss didn't say that she didn't forgive you for being old, since the beating lady is gone, Miss has no one to pity, thinking that you love her the most, and has never treated you as an outsider, even if it is in the Qin family, Miss has nothing to eat, and she thinks about you as a real elder, but you are old and ......" Mo Lan said with tears as she went to Laming Mama.

The days of being abandoned in Yuncheng were experienced by them together, Mo Xuetong was an orphan girl, no one paid attention to it, even if she wanted to go back to the old mansion in Yuncheng to see it, it was not easy, once, the old lady of the Qin family gave her some osmanthus cakes, which reminded her that Mama Ming used to be the most favorite food, and she specially asked people to send it.

It was Mo Lan who sent it out that time, because she was afraid that the Yu clan would find out, and she would be embarrassed for them for this or that reason, Mo Lan specially hid the cake in the close-fitting placket, and when she arrived at the old mansion of Mofu, she was burned on her body, and even so, she still took out the osmanthus cake with a smile and pushed it into the hands of Mama Ming.

If the scene at that time was in front of you, that affection was a heavy trust, but now it made Mo Xuetong's master and servant feel a sense of sadness and betrayal, and the feeling of being betrayed by their relatives made several people feel heavy sadness in their hearts.

Thinking of this, Mama Ming cried tears, pushed away Mo Lan's support, stretched out her hand and pulled the corner of Mo Xue's clothes with a trembling hand: "Miss, it's not that the old slave doesn't know what to do, and it's not that the old slave doesn't feel sorry for Miss, it's really Madame's order, if Miss doesn't know, don't pull Miss into that troubled water, and keep Miss safe and sound." ”

Madame's eager and expectant gaze was in front of her, and Mama Ming felt heartache when she thought of it!

To keep herself safe for a lifetime, Mo Xuetong's tears hidden in her eyes can no longer be hidden, in the last life, she really didn't know anything, she seemed to be well guarded, but in the end she died in the hands of her dearest husband, and was deceived by her most trusted "good" eldest sister, a bowl of poison was not enough, and she was in flames, and there was no corpse.

When the poison eroded her breasts, when the flames burned her skin, all she was left with was hatred from the Nine Hells, burning...... Reborn in a lifetime, in order not to repeat the mistakes of the past, she struggled step by step, wanting to avenge herself and her mother, but in the end, she found that all this was self-inflicted......

Ping An I, this is the Ping An I that my mother wants to leave to herself!

Tears fell, sprinkled on the satin quilt in front of him, with an inexplicable coldness, his heart was very painful, as if he couldn't breathe, thinking that in this life, he was so carefully planned, and he would no longer be betrayed, but he still couldn't escape from this circle, how could he have thought that his mother had been hiding it from himself, hiding it like this, and he was so "safe" in his last life!

"How did my mother die?" pressed the choked throat, the throat was dumb as if she couldn't breathe, but she still clearly expressed her thoughts, she died in a daze in the last life, in this life, she hopes that she is both dead and clear, and she really doesn't want that kind of false "peace".

"Madame was really poisoned by Aunt Fang, and that kind of poison is incurable. Seeing Mo Xuetong bowing her head and weeping, Mama Ming was even more sad, took out a letter from her arms, handed it over tremblingly, and cried, "Madame said that if Miss notices something one day, let the old slave give you this letter, otherwise she will destroy this letter,"

Mo Xue Tong bit her lip, hiding the fragility of her eyes, there seemed to be a kind of fire and pain in her chest alternately, burning as if it was about to erupt, such hatred, such deep hatred, two lives together, that once simple and lovely Mo Xue Tong had already died, leaving only a hatred and grief and indignation of herself......

"Why don't you go to the doctor?" she heard her own hoarse voice, like the sand burned by a fire, rough and scraped her ears.

"That kind of poison can not be cured, when Mrs. learned about it, her time was running out, and Mrs. was afraid that it would affect you and the master, so she never let people tell the master, only hoping that the young lady could grow up plainly, not seeking wealth and glory, but Mrs. couldn't imagine that Aunt Fang's medicine was so poisonous, and Mrs. didn't have time to die suddenly before she had arranged everything. ”

Mama Ming said carefully, crying old eyes dizzy, as if she saw Mrs. holding the letter to herself, the pale face as if transparent with a gentle smile, even though her whole body convulsed in pain, but still firmly grasped her hand, repeatedly told Miss to grow up safely.

Mama Ming has always believed that Madame loves Miss, and even if she makes such a decision, it is for Miss, so she must listen to Madame's orders, but for the first time, looking at Madame's sad face, Mama Ming has doubts, is Madame's decision at that time really right?

"Go down. Mo Xuetong waved her hand tiredly, only to feel dizzy on her head, and the hand holding the letter trembled for a moment, and fell weakly on the quilt.

"Miss!" said Mo Lan urgently.

"Go down with Mama Fuming, I'm fine. Mo Xuetong couldn't speak, she only felt physically and mentally exhausted, and said softly.

"Yes. Seeing that she closed her eyes resolutely, Mo Lan knew that she had made up her mind, so she pulled Mama Ming, who was still crying, to get up and walked out.

Mo Xuetong's eyes were closed, and scenes from her childhood flashed in her mind.

Although Aunt Fang gave birth to the eldest son and the eldest daughter, but because her father loved her mother, she did not dare to show off her wantonly, and that winter, her mother also made a dress for herself.

How happy I was at that time, wearing that dress, my father who had specially met and turned around in front of my mother a few times before coming back from outside, looked at it and smiled happily, and asked people to send the buns he brought from outside to warm it up, and my father deliberately put one in his mouth, full of gravy, so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue.

At that time, I only felt that my mother must be as happy as myself.

Now that I think about it, the mother who was poisoned must be forced to suppress the pain, although she was poisoned and did not die in the previous life, but the pain of poison invasion was painful in the heart, and where was the mother who was a weak woman in front of the bed for a long time could bear it.

That's why my mother will try to sweat on her face from time to time, and the cold sweat that hurts out is hidden in a handkerchief, but she says to herself that she is too hot, and the medicine she takes is hot, so she will sweat in winter......

At that time, how much she believed, and deliberately went to get a fan to help her mother fan, her mother was obviously out of breath in pain, but she smiled and said to her, she couldn't even say anything by being fanned, let her sit down peacefully, don't make trouble, how ignorant she must be when she was young, so that she didn't find the pain that her mother couldn't hide in her eyes......

Biting the bitterness at the bottom of his lip, he raised his eyes and opened the letter in his hand.

The familiar plum blossom Xiaokai on the letter, upright, only in the last few words, began to drag out some gratuitous strokes, tears suddenly blindfolded the eyes, there were no outsiders in the room, Ren astringent and pain intertwined with her heart, and she could do nothing, only cry.

"The word is my daughter's pupil: Seeing this, my confidence will be doubtful, and I hope that my mother will continue to do it. This life has been rested, the mother only wishes that the child is safe and happy, away from the royal family! The mother has been favored by the Fuguo Mansion since she landed, and married your father to your father, and your father Qin Se friends, thinking that it is eternal, but unexpectedly, the wind and clouds have changed, and she can't be alone. My life is pitiful, bad luck in this life, I can't complain about others, but I don't want to extend to my child, the bad luck is sudden, flawless to take care of Jiao'er, put the child's things away, and must not be shown to others, if someone inquires in the future, or you can protect this ......"

Mo Xuetong was stunned on the bed, her brain was blank, tears stained on her long eyelashes but did not fall, slowly sliding into her white and tender cheeks, her mother is not the daughter of the Fuguo Mansion, the mother is not the daughter of the Fuguo Mansion, the grandmother gave birth to a daughter, but unfortunately died, so she recognized her mother as a daughter.

His real grandfather's family turned out to be the King of Jin!

Niang is the widow of King Jin!

Her hands trembled under her sleeves, she never thought that the King of Jin who loved Mei like her life would be her grandfather, the King of Jin who was said to be amazingly talented and only one step away from that high position, the King of Jin who was said to be full of beheads and did not even escape from the people in the house, and the King of Jin who was said to love his wife like his life.

The killing feast more than 30 years ago, the bloody storm at that time, how many people died!

I thought I was too far away from this turmoil, but I didn't expect that I was already in it.

Leaning on the cushion, the body has stiffened as if it is not herself, the sea of blood hatred, the mother is still burdened with such a blood hatred, she knows how painful it should be, knowing that her parents are dead, and she is the daughter who is chasing away, how desperate and sad the mother should be, is it for this, the mother is lifeless?

Mo Xuetong didn't know, she only knew that her heart was painful, her face had long lost her usual coldness and calmness, she clenched the letter in her hand, and her fingers trembled slightly!

"What's wrong?"

The voice in her ears seemed to come from outside the sky, Mo Xuetong turned her head blankly, and saw clearly through the tears halfway through, the extremely handsome face in front of her was looking at her with concern, opening her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound, hooking her lips, wanting to show a smile, the gurgling sound in her throat seemed to cry and laugh, with a bit of desperate sadness and sadness.

The hibiscus flower face is fragile, as if it wants to be broken when touched.