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Qiao Jinyu was stunned, she had never seen such a beautiful place.

It seems that the father has a deep affection for his mother.

"This is the mother's favorite words."

Mo Yuxiao stroked the brightly blooming flowers and said lightly.

This flower is very bright, and only my father and him can come to this forbidden place.

This flower was cultivated by the father one by one after the death of the mother concubine, and it has never changed for ten years, and there has never been any delay.

Even if he wanted to help, his father didn't allow it, and insisted on cultivating it himself.

"It's ...... Father's planting, right? ”

Qiao Jinyou bent down and stretched out her plain hand to caress the flowers.

It was very fragrant, and inexplicably she smelled a smell of happiness.

Mother, you must be very happy, right? There is a husband who loves himself like this.

"Well, it's all planted by my father himself."

Speaking of this, the corners of Mo Yuxiao's lips outlined a smile that was extremely good-looking.

There are candles around to illuminate the place.

Qiao Jin walked slowly past the flower that could be called a sea of flowers, and walked to the center of the hall.

I saw clearly the words written on the erected sign - the tomb of my beloved wife and concubine.

The pen is: Love your husband Mo Lingtian.

Concubine Rou, Concubine Rou, as soon as she heard this title, Qiao Jinyou felt that her mother was a gentle woman.

If she could, she would really like to get in touch with her.

"Yoyo, say hello to the concubine."

Mo Yuxiao took her hand and stood in front of the tomb plaque, smiling shallowly.

In fact, he should have brought Qiao Jinyou to see his mother a long time ago, but there were too many things recently, so much that he forgot about it.

He thought, if he didn't bring Yoyo again, I'm afraid he wouldn't have that chance, right?

Mo Yuxiao smiled bitterly silently.

"Okay, hello mother, I'm Qiao Jinyou, your son's favorite wife in his life, ahem... Of course, my reputation is very bad, but am I a good boy? Ahaha, the mother and daughter-in-law take good care of your grandson......"

Qiao Jinyou touched her stomach, from the original hip-hop to the last respect.

"Isn't the Yoyo woman saying this saying that there are no three hundred taels of silver here?"

Mo Yuxiao stroked her head and hit her very unceremoniously.

This silly girl......

Qiao Jinyou's face flushed and glared at him.

Lord, mud! It's so shameless!

How about letting her daughter-in-law establish a good image in front of her mother?

"Yoyo, don't stare at you, when the mother concubine was alive, I told this king not to marry a girl like you."

Mo Yuxiao pursed her lips, looking at her angry bulging cheeks, and felt a burst of joy in her heart.

Miraculously, the aching heart no longer hurts so much.

“…… Don't listen to rumors! ”

Qiao Jinyou's face is full of black lines, oh my God! How bad was Qiao Jinyou's reputation in the past?

Even the beloved prince said this about her!

"Well, this king doesn't believe it."

Mo Yuxiao nodded and patted her head lovingly.

"Don't shoot it, you're not smart."

Qiao Jinyou brushed his hand away and said dissatisfied.

"Lord Wang, let's get down to business."

After Qiao Jinyou finished speaking, he walked around here, his dark eyes carefully not missing anything.

His dark eyes narrowed, trying to see every corner clearly, he bent down and straightened up, squatted down and stood up again.

I'm not serious.

Mo Yuxiao stood aside and looked at her busy appearance, pursing her lips, and an unknown emotion flashed in her phoenix eyes.

Soon he will be leading his troops into battle, and perhaps before long he will die and never see her again.

"Lord Wang, come and see!"