Her expression suddenly became sad again, "Later, I complained, complained that this world is full of thin lovers, all these years...... I blame you, but I blame myself even more, blame myself for not being able to open my heart, blame me for losing my daughter, but selfishly blame you for all this incident. ”

Nan Mo couldn't bear to look away, more than ten years may have sounded like a number, but for Mrs. Feng, it was really every day, every hour, every quarter of an hour.

She blames others, but she blames herself even more.

Mrs. Feng looked at the hands of the two of them, but there was sadness in her eyes, "You were drunk and pampered Wei's, and you ordered her to beat the child out." But I know that you don't have any affection for her, otherwise you wouldn't have had Feng Ting with her later. ”

She still looked gentle, "I know, if it weren't for my willfulness, in front of Dasheng's civil and military officials, I would have to marry you." After all these years, you will not be so jealous of Your Majesty. The glory you receive will not be so much on thin ice, but truly revered. ”

Mu Xiyun laughed and coughed, and Jingyu is expression tightened.

"So many people, haha, everyone in the world says that you Feng Jingyu is because of Mu Xiyun and because of the princess of Dongsheng Kingdom. But only I know that this is not the case. ”

There was pride in her eyes, "Feng Jingyu is a man who stands up to the sky, a general who fights with iron and blood, and I am the person I want Mu Xiyun to be, not at all the person who has relied on women to get to this point in their mouths."

After you and I get married, you rarely even go to the battlefield unless necessary. In the war of the Wuwu people, you lost Mo'er, you are even more painful than me, I have seen you drunk in You Ruxuan more than once. But I can only pretend not to know and punish myself with you. ”

Feng Jingyu couldn't help but have tears in her eyes when she looked at her beloved like this, and said with grief: "How can I, Feng Jingyu, be treated with the princess's blue eyes." You asked me in front of the civil and military officials, would you like to? I said, 'Your Majesty is up to you.' But the princess didn't know that Feng Jingyu was willing. Feng Jingyu really wants to marry the princess, and Qin Se is in the palace, so it is good to be quiet. ”

Feng Jingyu's majestic face was full of affection, "If there is an afterlife, I only want to be an ordinary couple with you." ”

"Ting'er is not my child, in the Chinese New Year's Eve of that year, the gangsters entered the house, Wei's was humiliated, and she was unexpectedly pregnant, I can only infer that the person on that day was me......

I always thought that I Feng Jingyu would not even be able to keep my own woman, but in the end, I realized that I thought too highly of myself. I can't protect anything, I can't protect you, I can't protect our daughter. I'm the most useless man in the whole world, and I can't even keep my princess. ”

The man was already in tears, but the queen and the people of Fengyi Hall were surprised by Feng Ting's incident and had not come back to their senses.

Mrs. Feng licked the corners of her lips and touched Nan Mo's head, "Mother can't stand you, if I had known that at the beginning, my mother would have tried her best to protect you." Let you grow up happily like Feng Ying Fengting, my mother really wants to live for a while longer, and I really want to buy a dowry for you personally. Send you to the wedding sedan chair. ”

Madame Feng's throat twitched and even her eyes began to darken, until all the sounds disappeared and she returned to calm.

Finally, her general carried her and took their daughter out of the palace and towards the house.

Fengfu, the night is dark.

On the highest platform, Nan Mo leaned and drank wine, almost with a pour, drunk and confused.

I don't even have a clear mind, but I just remember to drink it one sip at a time.

Suddenly, a person seemed to appear in front of him, as if he had floated down from the sky.

His eyebrows and eyes were sparse, and he seemed to be extremely refined. Like a fairy in a picture, wearing a green shirt, warm as jade.

Nan Mo's hand caressed his beautiful jade face, why did the fairy look so sad.

She didn't care about pulling at his sleeve, trying to tell him everything on her mind.

"Immortals, do you know that my mother is dead, it's gone, it's gone, I'm in pain."

Her mourning was so palpable, her eyebrows furrowed together. Only when you are drunk can you completely let down your guard.

Jing Mohuai wrapped his arms around her waist, only to find that she had lost weight like this.

Nan Mo seemed to be dissatisfied with his closeness, struggled for a long time, and finally gave up, and continued to chatter: "For so long, every time I dream of grandpa, he will always stand far away and look at me.

I know he's blaming me, blaming me for being unproductive, and liking someone who has been using me from start to finish. ”

She was just a person who had never enjoyed the love of her parents, and she wanted to ask why?

Why do those people get praise from their parents if they work a little harder?

But what about her? Never. So gradually, she no longer had extravagant hopes.

"I sometimes feel like I'm a gambler, betting on a game that I can't even bet on."

Nan Mo raised his eyes to look at him, "Immortal, do you want to drink a little too?" ”

Jing Mohuai looked at her almost with pity,

"The deceased is gone, Ah Mo ...... "His palm is tight, people must learn to protect themselves, only if you are strong enough, can you control what you want to control, even if it is love ......"

Nan Mo took another sip of wine, looking at the sky casually, "Immortals in the sky, how beautiful you look at the stars." ”

His slender eyeliner was slightly raised, "As long as you want, I will show you the beauty of this world." ”

So the woman in her arms stopped talking, just sipping the wine in the pot one by one, but there were tears of laughter in the corners of her eyes.

Jing Mohuai almost closed his eyebrows, his expression was pitying, and he was pitying, "Ah Mo, you won, will I lose myself to you?" ”

He looked at the drunk and unformed woman, his eyebrows moved, "I also remember what you said, I am like this, my lips are red and my teeth are white, like a play, you let me sing it to you in the future, I will sing it to you today." ”

The woman in her arms had her eyebrows curled, as if she didn't know what she was talking about, and just nodded slightly.

So he took her out of Fengfu, and after Mrs. Feng's incident, he knew that some agreements had to be completed one by one with all his strength.

In the center of the bamboo bed, Nan Mo's slender body almost only occupied a small piece, curled up on the couch, his eyes followed the mottled lattice window, and then fell not far away.

The man sat on the bamboo chair, holding a bronze mirror with a missing corner to draw his eyebrows, and the person in the mirror painted half makeup, bounded by the high bridge of the nose, half of which was extremely delicate and warm, and half of which was bewitching to the bones.

Then he walked towards her, and she subconsciously grabbed the arm of the man in the green shirt, thin, fair, as if the bone joints could be crushed in an instant.

He applied a thin powder, and then applied a uniform compress of gold powder to his face, and the thick base makeup just covered the man's thinness, outlining a few gorgeous arcs.

"It's beautiful." Nan Mo couldn't help but sigh.

The cold wind blew up most of the wine, and she almost immediately understood the man's intentions, and she ...... There was a trace of choking in her throat, but she was forced to press it down.

The yellow light spread out, and the fire on the candlestick swayed, quite a bit sparkling.

He lowered his eyebrows, he was tactful, he turned around, and he was more naturally suitable for this stage than a woman. While pacing on the stage, the horns of Tsing Yi made people chew the flavor.

Nan Mo frowned, her lowered eyes couldn't see the waves clearly, and she raised her head, she ...... I can't afford it.

Caught off guard, he faced the man in costume, with wide and complicated sleeves, covering his emaciated figure,

Her gaze was fixed on the man's delicate makeup, and her chin was slightly raised by two.

Staggered, deviated, and intersected again.

She spoke suddenly, looking pained, "No, I don't want it." ”

She doesn't want anything now, everything has to be paid, and if it's destined to end up, I'd rather be alone.

"One day is not enough, just a month, one month is not enough, just a year, I can always let go. If you like someone and don't break the law, it's easier to give up someone. ”

The tears in her eyes fell like this, dripping into Jing Mohuai's palm. He leaned over and kissed her lips, red blood sliding down the corners of his mouth and onto his or her shirt.

The smell of cold or blood, mixed between the lips and teeth of the two, even the aroma of wine became rich.

For a long time, Jing Mohuai looked at the woman who couldn't hold back the alcohol in her arms and fell asleep, and smiled dumbly.

This is his courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, and when he walked out of the door, he looked at the woman in a green shirt standing alone under the moonlight.

After a long time, he said in a clear voice: "Rong Fan, you don't need to serve here anymore." ”

"Childe, what is this?" Rong Fan was already in tears, "She's just an ordinary person, why do you like her?" ”

Jing Mohuai frowned. The eyebrows like distant mountains were dazed for the first time, "You know what? She said she was in pain, and I was in pain too, and I thought I had no heart at one point. What I thought was what I thought was what I thought it was. ”

She said that liking a person is not illegal, and of course, it is easier to give up a person. But you know what? When I heard that, I began to be afraid, afraid that she would let go cleanly as she had said.

"Will Childe be scared too?" Rong Fan's beautiful eyes crossed with a trace of regret.

Jing Mohuai seemed to be facing her problem for the first time, but he was extremely serious, "Rong Fan, I'm afraid, I'm scared." ”

"Rong Fan has retired, and the son cherishes it." The woman in the green shirt clenched her fingers tightly and retreated step by step, but she stubbornly looked at the man with a clear face and a noble temperament, and couldn't bear to look away.

Jing Mohuai sighed lightly, if it weren't for someone in the palace today, then the news of Mrs. Feng's poisoning would not have spread so quickly.

If things are really as simple as they seem, it will not be the result of the Feng family's father and daughter breaking into the forbidden palace, and Mrs. Feng can be sent out of the palace and make the illusion of poisoning in the middle.

He still couldn't hold back anymore.

The trouble below is not Fengfu, but Ah Mo.