Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the www.biquge.info of Biqu Pavilion, the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

"Yu'er, don't be angry, if you don't like to eat, then I'll help you clip it out." Murong Lingche said that, he picked out all the dishes that Chu Muchen had picked up in her bowl and put them in her bowl, not forgetting to glance at Chu Muchen coldly.

Chu Muchen snorted coldly, ate the rice in his bowl, and no longer paid attention to him.

After all, this meal was eaten in an atmosphere full of gunpowder.

After eating, someone remembered Mu Ke, and Mu Zhiyu asked Mu Zefeng, "Big brother, won't he come out to eat?" The expression was impermanent, and there was no embarrassment in the slightest thought of after the meal.

"Dad, he has locked himself in the room since he came back, I talked to him before, he just didn't know how to deal with it for a while because he was ashamed of his mother and us. Don't worry, after a few days, he will naturally be willing to come out after he has figured it out. ”

"Young Master, Miss, it's not good, ...... him."

"What's wrong with Dad?" Mu Zefeng hurriedly asked the maid who came in a hurry.

"Sir, he'...... I committed suicide by taking poison...... "The little maid said with an anxious and sad face.

When Mu Zefeng heard this, he hurriedly ran towards Mu Ke's room, but Mu Zhiyu was stunned, she never imagined that a person like Mu Ke, who had been chasing power and glory for half his life, would end his life in this way.

"This is really unbelievable......" Chu Muchen, who was reclining on the Taishi's chair, said with a leisurely expression, all as if he had heard a joke.

"King Chen's skill in falling into the well has not changed at all." Li Wuxian didn't have a good impression of Mu Ke, but after all, it was Mu Zhiyu's father, and he really didn't agree with Chu Muchen's lively behavior.

Mu Zhiyu was still standing in place, his face full of shock and incredulity, Murong Lingche walked up to her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, "Yu'er, let's go and have a look......"

Mu Zhiyu looked up at him and said lightly, "He is because of guilt." Or is it because of ...... No more shameless to live? ”

"Yu'er, no matter what the reason is, it's not your fault."

"But in the end, I forced him to death...... I forced my biological father to death......" Mu Zhiyu's voice trembled a little, and the little girl said that she would not let herself take revenge. But she just wanted him to pay some price, and didn't think about asking him to die.

"Che, I just want to destroy the one he cares about the most, I really didn't think about letting him die...... No matter what he does to me, he is a person who is deeply loved by my mother. His love for his eldest brother is real......"

"Yu'er, it's not your fault, don't ...... like this" Murong Lingche hugged her tightly, hoping that she wouldn't take all the responsibility on herself.

"Xiao Yu'er, you are not wrong, the wrong person is Mu Ke, he is not worthy of being a husband and a father at all." Chu Muchen stood up and said to Mu Zhiyu, how could she put the blame on herself. This is not her usual style, shouldn't she raise a glass to celebrate at this time?

"King Chen, I advise you to keep your mouth shut now."

"Leave Wuxian, what's the matter with you, if you don't go against me, you'll die, right......"

Ignoring the two of them, Murong Lingche hugged Mu Zhiyu and walked towards Mu Ke's room, Chu Muchen and Li Wuxian stopped bickering when they saw this, and they also hurriedly followed.

In the spacious and gorgeous room, Mu Ke lay quietly on the carved sandalwood bed, his face full of peace. It's just that there is still a trace of guilt between the eyebrows and eyes, and the white hair on the head is the most conspicuous, and the previous shrewdness and style are no longer seen.

Mu Zefeng quietly finished reading a letter left by Mu Ke, and then knelt heavily in front of his bed. No matter how unforgivable the mistakes he has ever made. He was always his father. Now that he is leaving in such a way, he feels very uncomfortable.

Mu Zhiyu silently walked to Mu Zefeng's side and gently stroked his shoulder, Mu Zefeng raised his arm to hold her hand, and his voice was a little weak, "Yu'er." Dad, the most shameful thing for him is you...... He knew that he had no face to see you, and he felt deeply guilty, so he chose to leave in this way. He wants to go to the Yellow Spring to be with his mother, and confess to her by the way......"

Mu Zhiyu took the letter in his hand, and at this moment, her feelings for Mu Ke turned into calm. No hatred, no self-blame.

A family member walked to Mu Zefeng's side from outside and whispered, "The eldest young master, the second young master...... No, Mu Qinglin, he ...... Just went. ”

Mu Zefeng was only slightly stunned, and then his calm eyes were pure and waveless, and he said slowly, "Bury him thickly." ”

The entire Mu Mansion is covered with white yarn. A large white lantern is hung at the entrance of the house, and long white silk flutters in the wind.

All the sins, the past, will be gone in this moment. In the future, Mufu will usher in a new tomorrow, and those ancestors in the ancestral hall will also be at peace.

In the mourning hall, a coffin is placed in the center. Early the next morning, Mu Zefeng stood at the door wearing a white filial piety robe, saluting the people who came to mourn, Mu Zhiyu, as Mu Ke's daughter, also wore linen and filial piety, kneeling in front of the coffin, constantly burning paper in the brazier, but there was no sadness on his face.

She doesn't have the slightest father-daughter affection for Mu Ke, and doing this is just doing the last trace of filial piety for this body.

The officials of the Luoxi Imperial Capital, most of the people still came to pay their respects, anyway, Mu Ke is also the prime minister of Luoxi, and Mu Zefeng will inherit the position of prime minister in the future, although they despise Mu Kecun in their hearts, they are not easy to offend openly.

Murong Lingche, Chu Muchen and Li Wuxian sat quietly in the inner hall, they would never go to the lobby to pay their respects to Mu Ke, if it weren't for Mu Zhiyu, they wouldn't want to stay here for a moment longer.

"King Ling, this Mu Ke is your father-in-law, why don't you go out and put on a linen and filial piety for him?" Chu Muchen leaned leisurely on the back of the chair and said with an evil smile on his face.

Murong Ling Che glanced at him coldly, "If King Chen thinks it's too leisurely, this king doesn't mind sending someone to throw you out." ”

"Xiao Yu'er has been kneeling outside for so long, and her legs are probably swollen, shouldn't King Ling, as a husband, go out to care for her?" Swinging the folding fan, his face is light and light.

He knew that Xiao Yu'er insisted on guarding Mu Ke's soul because she wanted to fulfill her filial piety, and no matter how much they persuaded her, they couldn't change her mind. He just couldn't get used to Murong Lingche, so he deliberately teased him.

Murong Lingche's dark eyes were like blades, and he shot at him, then waved his robe and strode out.

"Hey...... Are you really going? Chu Muchen watched the corner of his black robe disappear into the room, with an evil smile on his face, he wanted to see what kind of role Murong Lingche was going to take when he went out.

"King Chen is really afraid that the world will not be chaotic." Li Wuxian's clear voice came faintly, and Chu Muchen glared at him very unceremoniously.

"Leaving Wuwu, do you look at this king unpleasantly? It doesn't matter, this king has always looked at you unpleasantly. As he spoke, he got up and walked to the door of the inner hall, lifted the corner of the curtain, and secretly watched the movement in the lobby.

Li Wuxian couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at his actions, this King Chen sometimes behaved childishly like a child, but when he was serious, the kind of domineering on his body was not inferior to King Ling, and he smiled all day long, in fact, he was a smiling tiger. Only in front of Mu Zhiyu is willing to turn into a supple and deceitful little sheep.

Murong Lingche walked straight to the lobby, squatted beside Mu Zhiyu, saw that she had been kneeling, distress flashed in her eyes, and she reached out and gently rubbed her knees, "Yu'er, you've been kneeling for so long, get up and rest." ”

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