Chapter 856: Nan Ke's Dream 47 (Don't watch it in the first life)
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Mo Qinghan raised his head slowly, like a stiff corpse, opened his mouth, and let out a heart-shattering roar from the depths of his soul.
One voice, one after another, out of tune, out of tune, like a ghost's terrible cry, more and more sharp, more and more stinging!
Destroy the soul.
"Ahh Ahh!!hhhhh ”
"Ahh Ahh!!hhhh ”
……
The visitor didn't understand, but he guessed that she was asking "why".
Truth be told, people don't know why.
Even if Mo Quyang intended to rebel, the ancestors of the Mo family were pure, loyal and patriotic, why didn't the people of Chu even let go of their bones.
Either they're crazy, or someone is doing it on purpose.
Seeing blood and tears rushing out of a ravine on Mo Qinghan's smudge-covered face, such a tragic situation could not bear to be seen.
He bowed and saluted, listening to Mo Qinghan's bloody screams echoing in his ears, and said with difficulty: "The Queen Mother said, let you think about it for two more days and think about what to say......"
On this day, in the middle of the black prison, the heart-rending screams never stopped, never ......
……
In the end, the Empress Dowager Beiqi saw it clearly, and Mo Qinghan didn't know anything.
Because even if she was forced to question and tortured to the point of collapse, she only said the word "I don't know".
The spies of the State of Chu also came with news, saying that Ling Suzhi suggested that Mo Qinghan and his relatives were because Emperor Chu wanted to kill her, because she angered Beiqi.
couldn't withstand the pressure of Lunshuo, and the Queen Mother finally released the person from the black prison.
Because of guilt, Lun Shuo invited the best witch and used the best medicine to save her, but he still couldn't stop the decline of Mo Qinghan's death.
Her body is like a funnel, she can no longer hold her vitality, and she withers and decays little by little.
Looking at Mo Qinghan's pale and almost transparent face, Lun Shuo couldn't help but bury his head in her palm......
"Do you hate me?"
Mo Qinghan spoke, his voice hoarse and ugly: "Don't hate." ”
Don't hate......
Lunshuo was so sad that he almost cried.
He would rather she hate him, so that at least he could give her a pillar of survival, even if it was hate.
"Ling Suzhi has sent a letter and wants to take you back...... You...... Back? ”
"Back."
Lun Shuo raised his head, and waves appeared in Mo Qinghan's eyes like stagnant water, but what emerged from it was a rotten, festering necromantic qi.
Lun Shuo's throat ached, he wiped his face indiscriminately, and told Mo Qinghan the truth he had investigated: "Back then...... It was Ling Suzhi who asked you to come and kiss, do you know why? ”
Mo Qinghan didn't answer, Lun Shuo could only continue: "It's because Emperor Chu wants to kill you, and his foundation is unstable and can't protect you, after two years of operation, his status in the Chu State is transcendent, so he wants to take you back......"
In fact, Lun Shuo didn't want to tell Mo Qinghan about this, but he couldn't watch Mo Qinghan wither in his hands.
So knowing that this sentence was giving Mo Qinghan "hope", he still had to say it.
But for Mo Qinghan, the truth of the year is no longer important.
Whether Ling Suzhi took her back, whether he was guilty, uneasy, nostalgic, or longing......
One of the thoughts she had when she went back abroad was one.
He had to find the bones of his ancestors, even if it was only a small section, and bring them back for burial.
This is the only motivation that sustains her.
Lun Shuo got up, gently hugged her in his arms, and muttered over and over again, "I'm sorry...... Light cold, Lone shouldn't believe you, but ...... Alas, the emperor is suspicious, it is lonely and wrong, if there is an afterlife, lonely, I will definitely ...... I will definitely not let you suffer such a grievance......"
Definitely, definitely......
In this life, he bears her a lot.