As soon as Murong Yun heard that she was willing to let go and hand over Qin'er's relics to herself, for a while, she couldn't tell what it felt in her heart, it was like a big stone falling.

Lou Qingrou glanced at Murong Yun lightly: "Because, it suddenly occurred to me that Qin'er did do something for Mrs. Murong before she was alive, but before Mrs. Murong could see it, Qin'er had already been killed by you together." ”

The calm and waveless words were said by Murong Yun's heart.

Even the lingering smile on his face was completely stiff at this moment.

Lou Hui wiped her tears, walked into the inner hall to get something, and after a while, she saw her come out of it with a delicate small box.

She unceremoniously handed the small box to Murong Yun: "The relics of the first queen, my mother will only give you this one." ”

Murong Yun's hands trembled a little, and he took the small wooden box from Lou Hui's hands.

When I opened it, I saw a purse pattern embroidered with a mandarin duck playing in the water.

She remembered that she had spent a lot of money to find famous embroiderers in the capital, just so that they could refer to the Phoenix Tower, embroider a pair of mandarin duck pattern purses, but each embroidered was unsatisfactory, which made her very dissatisfied.

Many years have passed, and because of the previous dissatisfaction, the matter has slowly faded, but she didn't expect that when she saw that the purse pattern she hoped for was presented in front of her eyes.

Mandarin ducks playing in the water, she wants not only mandarin ducks, but also that kind of artistic conception, what she wants is that two mandarin ducks love each other and lean together, and their eyes are full of love when they look at each other.

Although their embroidery is good, there is no flaw in the perfection, but after all, the two mandarin ducks lack that artistic conception.

But the purse in front of him, whether it is the artistic conception or the scene of the two mandarin ducks leaning against each other when they are together, they are all so in love with each other, which makes people see at a glance that they are difficult to give up each other.

Immediately, her tears fell.

It turned out that in a place she didn't know, her Qin'er, without complaint or regret, paid so much for her quietly, knowing that she wanted such a purse, she went to embroider, she didn't even know, when did she learn to embroider?

"Qin'er..."

The more she learned about these things that Qin'er secretly did for her before her death, Murong Yun's heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

She treated her like this, even she knew how much she had done before, but she still paid for her without regrets.

This delicate embroiderer, full of artistic conception of the purse, I don't know how many wounds were pierced by needles when she embroidered, I don't know, how to embroider the purse when she was pressed by so many errands every day?

I don't know how she got these needles and threads, and I don't know how much she suffered and how many beatings she suffered in order to embroider these things.

I don't know...

Too much to not know...

Murong Yun slowly put the purse on his chest, grasped it, and felt the temperature of the purse.

It was cold and cold, and it had long since been as warm as it had been when it was held in the palm of the owner's palm to embroider.

"Qin'er..."

It's my mother's fault, my mother is really wrong.

Mother shouldn't be so kind to you....

It's wrong now, how late it is for her, she didn't have the responsibility of being a mother, she treated Qin'er like that, but her Qin'er still has no regrets.