The old man's face was full of tears, and the arm held by Murong Li was trembling.

Murong Li's questioning made her heart feel as if it had been thrown into an oil pan and fried, which made her full of pain.

She didn't dare to look at Murong Li's face, she didn't dare to look at Murong Li's knife wound and the brocade robe stained red with blood, she looked sideways at the big stone next to her, choked up and said, "Ah Li, you kill me, it's me who can't stand you, it's me who has failed you to treat me well......"

Murong Li looked at her silently, his expression becoming more and more lonely.

If you really want to die, why would you let me kill you? You know there's no way I'm going to do it.

Thinking of this, a touch of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Murong Li's mouth.

The old man wiped the tears from his face with his intact hand, and said bitterly, "Ah Li, you are a good boy, you treat me much better than that son of a, I know, if I have a conscience, I shouldn't step out of the Taoist temple and let them threaten you with me, but...... But the son of a wicked knelt down and begged me, and he knelt there in mourning and kept kowtowing to my mother, saying that he was wrong, that he should not be crippled, that he was afraid of becoming a human being...... He cried so badly, it reminded me of his cry after he fell to the ground, it was the child I was pregnant with full of antiquity in October, even if he was unfilial, even if he hurt me and hurt me, but he was the flesh that fell from my body...... I can't help it! I can't watch them hurt him! ”

Murong Li lowered his eyes, and the irony at the corners of his mouth was more obvious.

He's a piece of meat that fell from you, he's your child, so you're willing to give everything for him, no matter what he does to you.

No matter how nice I am to you, I'm just an outsider.

I am not your child, and I can never hope to be superior to him in your heart.

Murong Li took a deep breath, let go of the old man's broken arm, and picked him up horizontally despite the old man's struggle.

He let the thorns pierce the brocade robe and pierce his flesh, let the blood beads emerge from his legs and feet, and he walked out of the thorns with steady steps, and there was no pain in his heart, only a numbness, and a morbid relief.

Walking out of this thorn, he will completely cut off the relationship with everything in the palace and draw a clear line, whether it is the person who gave birth to him or the person who raised him, he will not take them to heart from now on.

This heart has been slashed by one of them, and it can't tolerate them anymore.

Actually, this is also very good, from now on he will be a person, a clean and unconcerned person, and he doesn't have to worry about anyone anymore.

Step by step, he finally left the thorn bush completely.

He stood on the stable ground, looked down at the old man in his arms, and his voice was so calm that it was frightening, "Nurse, I will ask someone to send you to a nearby town to treat your injuries, and give you another thousand taels of gold, you can use this gold to buy hundreds of acres of land, hire a few servants to serve, and live the rest of your life without worrying about food and clothing by collecting rent." ”

The old man looked at him with teary eyes, his eyes full of shock.

He said calmly, "You don't have to feel ashamed of me, you have been kind to me in those years in the palace. ”

His eyes fell on her severed hand, and he added, "I will not feel guilty about you for the wound you have suffered for me to-day, for I think I have done my duty to you." ”

"Ah Li—"

The tears in the old man's eyes fell desperately, crying uncontrollably.

She knew she had lost the child.

Lost forever.