Floating dust accumulates, which can seal dirt, but cannot dust evil. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, only to fight for early and late. Mu Zhaolin has done a lot of evil, and he deserves this reward.

Mu Xuefu's words hit him like a punch in the heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. His cloudy gaze seemed to be covered with dust, and he looked at Mu Xuefu, but two ghosts appeared in front of him.

One is Mu Xuefu at this time, and the other is Mu Xuefu at the age of five.

One with hatred in his eyes, the other with an innocent smile on his face.

Slowly, his eyes became clearer and clearer, and it was the little Fu'er who always smiled and sweetly called him uncle when she saw him.

The child is carved in pink, some like a girl, but it is different, but when he grows up, he must be a great beauty. She loves to eat mung bean cake the most, likes to play with her father the most, and likes to be coquettish in the arms of her mother.

Looking at her, he sometimes wondered how nice it would be if this were him and his daughter. He will definitely spoil her to heaven, and he will definitely give her all his fatherly love.

At that time, he already had a wife and children, and his eldest daughter Yurong was also exquisite, well-behaved and sensible, and was the favorite of his many children. But not as fond of Muchev as he is.

He didn't understand why, he hated Mu Qiying, and he didn't like Mu Shulin, but only this child, he liked it from the bottom of his heart, even if she was Mu Qiying's child.

Is it because she looks like a girl? Except for a few points between the eyebrows, it's not much of a resemblance.

The temperament is even more different, Jiao Niang is like an elegant orchid, delicate and gentle, she never gets angry with others, always smiles, and even speaks softly. Sometimes he thinks that Jiao Niang should not be called Jiao Niang, but should be called Rou Niang.

And Mu Xuefu, just like her name, is like a hibiscus flower, delicate and bright, full of enthusiasm and splendor, contrary to Jiao Niang, Jiao Niang is always quiet, and when she is not honest, there are always countless ghost ideas in her little head.

He didn't know why, he just liked it, watching her smile, looking at her smart eyes, as if no matter how many worries he had, he would be thrown out of the clouds.

Perhaps, he really likes her so much as he and his mother's child.

But then everything changed, and everything changed after he rescued her from the Zhenguo General's Mansion. He never imagined that a child would have such a hateful look in his eyes.

There was no longer a smile on her face, and there was no longer that pure water in her eyes. She doesn't cry or make trouble, and looking at anyone is an extremely indifferent look.

Every time he met those eyes, a voice in his heart told him that he had ruined a child.

Perhaps because of this, out of guilt, he really gave her all his father's love.

He recorded her under the original name, made her a young lady of the Mu family, and built a jade mansion for her, and no one was allowed to enter it at will. She fought with Meng Lian Junsheng, no matter whether he was right or wrong, he only punished his children, and the people in the house said that he was biased.

However, he spoiled her like this, indulged her, and agreed to whatever she asked.

Later, she grew up, and a smile appeared on her face again, but that smile was no longer as bright as it used to be, she always had a smile on her face, but it never reached the bottom of her heart, and even, she was obviously smiling, but her eyes were cold.

Later, she became a witch, and after he allowed Dai Tianming to take her away, within a few years, she became a terrifying dream fairy on the rivers and lakes. The smile on her face grew more and more, but every time he saw that smile, he shivered in his heart. It wasn't a normal smile, that smile would kill someone, and he even watched her kill with a smile.

She said that Jing Lingcang killed her whole family, and she wanted Jing Lingcang to bear her pain as well. He watched her take revenge little by little, starting from King Pingjun, step by step, until Jing Lingcang died, and he didn't know how many people died under her revenge.

He sometimes wondered if she knew that he was the murderer behind the destruction of her family, would she also kill his family like she did with Jing Lingcang?

He thought he would.

I thought that with the death of Emperor Xuanwu, this matter would be sealed in the dust, and no one would mention it again, but I didn't expect that he would never be able to escape the arrangement of fate, and the last thing he wanted to happen still happened.

Knowing that his death was imminent, he had nothing else to ask for, and the only thing he couldn't let go of was her. He wished he could see her again before he was going to die, and hear her call Daddy again.

But at this time, he was no longer extravagant, she was right, her stable life was ruined by him. It was he who pushed her into the abyss of darkness, and it was he who killed the innocent little Fu'er.

Mu Zhaolin lay on the ground, motionless, if it weren't for the frowning eyebrows, it would be like dead. It's just that the way he looks now is any different from death? It is just like falling leaves drifting in the water of the Tangtang River.

After a long time, he lowered his head and let out a deep voice from his chest, "Jiao Niang, I can't stand you in the end." ”

Mu Xuefu bit her lower lip unconsciously, her expression seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow, and she had a bleak chill, "If my mother knows everything, then I think the thing she regrets the most is to meet you." ”

The overwhelming pain hit his whole body, and it hurt him even more than the palm he received from Mu Xuefu. Mu Zhaolin muttered, like a dream, "Is there something wrong with my love?" I love her so much. ”

"Stepping on someone else's blood to love? Then your love is too cruel, and the woman you fall in love with is really miserable. Mu Xuefu felt a cramp in her heart, and the sun on her face didn't seem to dry her tears. Her mother's voice and smile were still in front of her, Mu Xuefu stopped her tears, a sneer appeared on her lips, and said, "My mother is really miserable. ”

Mu Zhaolin's face was transparent and pale, weak and desperate, his hands were holding his head, silent.

It's hot and humid in the middle of summer, but the prison of the criminal department is cold. There was hot air coming through that small window, and it turned into cold air in an instant. The cold wind blew on his face, Jing Rong looked at Mu Zhaolin coldly, but shook his head, and said: "You did something to harm this king's father-in-law, but it was not because you loved this king's mother-in-law. ”

Mu Zhaolin raised his head suddenly, and listened to Jing Rong again: "Out of love and jealousy, so you hate this king's father-in-law, but what can make you do such a thing is actually that you guessed Emperor Xuanwu's mind." He glanced at him casually, and gently stroked Mu Xuefu's cheek, "This king guesses that you can sit from a squire to the prime minister, because of this matter, it will play a great role, and it can even be said that because you used the life of my father-in-law to please Emperor Xuanwu and became his confidant." At the end of the day, you're just for power, and for the lust for power in your heart, it's not love at all. ”

"Nonsense! You are talking nonsense! Mu Zhaolin's emotions were like thin fireworks, and even the green tendons on his neck burst out. His hand clenched into a fist and hit the ground hard, roaring angrily, "I am sincere and pure to Jiao Niang, you can't deny my love for her!" I've loved her for almost thirty years, and I've never had any lust for power, never! ”

"Do you know it in your own heart." Mu Xuefu smiled dimly, "Anyway, my mother doesn't care, and I don't care." ”

The shadow of the sun slanted to the west, taking away the only remaining corner of the cell's light, and the dust floating in the air was nowhere to be seen. The feeling of suffocation is like the waves of the sea, churning one seat after another, wave after wave. Strands of blood overflowed from the corners of Mu Zhaolin's mouth, and he slowly closed his eyes, and cold tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were hazy with tears, and the day he and Wei Jianniang met for the first time appeared in front of him, as if time had gone back, and the woman in his heart was still smiling shallowly at him.

If time could be turned back, he would still be the poor boy who had nothing.

He used all his strength to take out a tender yellow purse from his arms, clenched it tightly in the palm of his hand, his dry lips were like kissing his lover's face, "Jiao Niang, I love you, I really love you." ”

This is the only thing left to him by the woman he loves, and he has never left him for more than ten years, wearing it as if she has always been there and has always been with him.

The remnant sun is setting in the west, making people unable to catch their tails, just like human life, it will be broken if it is broken.

The people on the ground gradually lost their breath, but they held their purses tightly in their hands, and they didn't let go of their hands when they died.

People are always easy to get lost, and in the whirlpool of power and desire, they lose their original selves. Mu Zhaolin is like this, and so are many people.

The setting sun was dim, and Mu Xuefu looked up at the sky, but there was a feeling of breaking through the darkness.

"Why give him poison? Don't you hate him and want to cut him with a thousand knives? Jing Rong walked side by side with her, holding her waist with one hand and holding her hand with the other.

Before leaving, Mu Xuefu threw a bottle of poison that sealed her throat with blood to Mu Zhaolin's side, and left without saying anything.

Mu Xuefu stopped and looked at Jing Rong, "I probably wouldn't have done this before yesterday, and I even had to watch him being Ling Chi before giving up." But I had a dream last night. ”

Jingrong asked, "What dream?" ”

Mu Xuefu looked at the sky, there was still a trace of white on it, "I dreamed of the imperial grandmother." ”

"What did she say?"

She said, you have to remember that you always have to forgive sentient beings, no matter how bad they are, even if they have hurt you, you must let go. Only by letting go can we get true happiness. If you don't forgive sentient beings, if you don't forgive sentient beings, you're suffering yourself. ”

Jing Rong shook her hand and said with a smile: "Grandma Huang has been reciting Buddhist scriptures for half her life, and she doesn't even forget to give you a lecture on the scriptures when she gives you dreams." He held Mu Xuefu's face, "So did you listen to the words of the imperial grandmother and forgive Mu Zhaolin?" ”

Mu Xuefu smiled and shook her head gently, "I don't have the broad-mindedness of the imperial grandmother, and I can't forgive sentient beings, let alone my enemies." But I want to let go, let go of this kind from my heart, because I don't want to suffer myself. ”

She exhaled slowly, as if she had spit out all the scars in her heart for many years, "Mu Zhaolin deserves it, he deserves to die, it's just that I don't want him to die so painfully." Letting him go on the road happily is my greatest forgiveness for him. ”

The Buddha always said forgiveness, and she thought it might be because he hadn't been really hurt. But maybe one day, she will really know how to forgive, but not yet, so let's start by letting go. Perhaps, she will forgive.