The sound came from the other side of the coffin.

He Yuniang touched her chest, and said in her heart that the Yin Yang Valley could not enter the spirit, the other party must be a person, and he was a reliable person, so he gradually stabilized his mind. Just as I was about to go around and look, I saw a person slowly standing up over there.

He Yuniang was stunned for a moment.

"Moqiu? Why are you here? The master of the Mo family has been looking for you all night......"

She didn't say any more.

After looking for a night, it is impossible not to come to the mourning hall to look for it.

But Moqiu is still here, obviously he didn't find it, or he didn't find it on purpose.

The feelings of the two brothers Mo Feng and Mo Qiu, He Yuniang, as a person who came over, actually saw it in her eyes, she was optimistic about the honest Mo Feng before, but her husband said that the Li family and the Mo family had no fate for 100,000 years, and Donglu got a young master to marry, so He Yuniang did not match.

Unexpectedly, as the head of the Chengtian Mountain family, Mo Wangwu also has a heart of favoritism.

He Yuniang chuckled helplessly, and sighed heavily in her heart.

She didn't pay attention to Moqiu anymore, but said softly to her youngest son: "The eldest sister is asleep, you run over like this, it will disturb her rest." What if the eldest sister gets angry and ignores her son? ”

"Mother, I know, the eldest sister is dead."

Leave to whisper.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"I died after eating the tea I served, but the tea ......"

The sound of detachment came to an abrupt end.

He Yuniang covered her son's mouth with her hand, preventing him from continuing, and comforted her: "It's not Fang'er's fault, there is no problem with the tea, the eldest sister is not in good health, she was born and died, and it has nothing to do with Fang'er." ”

When Mo Qiu heard this, his eyes widened.

"Mrs. He!!" Mo Qiu drank in a rough voice, "Regarding the matter of tea, doesn't Mrs. He need to explain?!" ”

He Yuniang pursed her lips, glanced at Mo Qiu with some resentment, and then continued to comfort her son.

"Mrs. He!"

Moqiu did not relent.

One after another, urging He Yuniang to give an explanation.

In his arms, Lifang has been struggling, obviously affected by the tense atmosphere, and wants to speak.

But what does the son know?

Even if that cup of tea is poisonous, it is not poisoned by his son, so let a child explain it, how can it be explained clearly?

Besides......

He Yuniang looked at Mo Qiu.

I can't explain it to this wooden stake, if Mo Feng is here, ask her a word or two, and she may defend her son. Now that her son is out of control, He Yuniang, who only has her husband and son in her heart, just wants to leave here with her son.

She dragged away, moving out little by little.

Because He Yuniang is the wife of the Li's family, Mo Qiu is not easy to do, he looked at He Yuniang angrily "running away", and at the same time thought in his heart that this matter needs to be reported to his father so that he can find out.

Or, at the funeral at dawn, shake it out, and everyone confront each other!

Mo Qiu made up her mind and didn't urge He Yuniang anymore.

I thought that this would be the end of the matter, but I didn't know where the strength came from, and when He Yuniang turned around slightly, he suddenly broke free of He Yuniang and rushed straight to Mo Qiu.

"Brother Moqiu!" Lida cried, "My sister was poisoned to death!" My sister drank the tea I brought and died of poisoning! I didn't mean it, I didn't hurt my sister! "A five-year-old with fear and sadness in his eyes.

Mo Qiu's heart was soft, and he said angrily: "Don't be afraid, tell Brother Moqiu what is going on." ”

He Yuniang sighed.

"Say it, let it go."

She could see that if she forced her son to take her son away, the child would have to run to the Empty Dust Tower to cry in the future—it was not a very good place.