Chapter 1309: A Mess (2)

"Mother! Please! Save my father! Give your father a clean slate! Please! Even if you don't want to show up in person, please let me know...... What to do? Alfonso looked up at the balcony window of the palace of Ales, which was the direction of Morro's study.

"Mother! Pozzi please! Please come out and see Bozzy! Alfonso shivered from the cold.

"Your Highness, get up, I'm afraid Lord Moro won't even see Lord Lorenzo, let alone you? Van Zhuo still needs you, and now that Lord Lorenzo has stepped down as leader, you are now the only heir to Decelli, and you have to go back to preside over the overall situation. The minister next to him said.

"No, it won't! My father is still the leader of the secret party, so I can't just give up! Father's secret party can't be removed by such a simple verdict! Alfonso bowed to the ground and imprinted his slender finger prints in the snow, "Mother, please! Please wash away your father's grievances! ”

Everyone was moved, the big boy who was extremely beautiful, his slender body knelt in the cold snow and pleaded, but despite this, Mo Luo did not come out to see him.

The ministers had run out of patience, Alfonso had been on his knees for a long time, his body had been wet and then a layer of ice had formed, and Ales's weather had never been relevant to young people. He shivered all over, and under the steps of the palace of Ales was a layer of hard ice, and Alfonso's forehead was bloody, and his exposed skin was so red that his fingers could barely bend.

These ministers persuaded them to prepare to leave, and they all shook their heads and felt that Alfonso was too stubborn, and Moro should be determined not to see him, even if he knelt in the snow. But at this moment, Moro came out.

Alfonso was pleasantly surprised, and took two steps in a row to leave traces in the thick snow, and knelt at Moro's feet, "Mother is willing to see me, please, save my father, my father was wronged." ”

"What are you doing here?" Mo Luo still didn't have the slightest warmth, and his voice was never colder. "Threaten me?"

"It's not...... No, Pozzi just wanted to beg you...... Save my father. Alfonso bowed deeply, blood was seen on his forehead, and his whole little face became even paler, and his face, which was already more beautiful and delicate than a girl, now added a little blood, which was extremely disobedient.

"I can't save him, since he has done such a thing, he naturally has to accept punishment." Moro saw Alfonso's appearance, he was in a mess, his whole body was red from the cold, and he kept shaking, and the blood on his originally smooth forehead was on the stairs, and he was pleading, and his fawn-like eyes were looking at him.

"But my father is wronged, my father would not do such a thing, you and my father have been married for so many years, you must know my father better than me, and my father will not do such a thing. Mother, please, think of a way. Please, Bozzi is willing to do anything, the blood prison is a demon party, you must have a way to save your father out. Where shouldn't it be a place for my father......" Alfonso said with sincerity one by one, his eyes were red and he didn't dare to cry, he just tilted his head and looked at Mo Luo, but Mo Luo still didn't have a trace of emotion.

"There's no place you shouldn't stay, and if the prisoner goes, he will naturally go." Moro showed no mercy.

"Even if you don't think about others, you have to think about your brother in the womb, as well as Stella and yourself, I can go to blood prison for my father, even if you ask me to pay for Lord Ferdinand's life, let me atone for my crimes, as long as you save my father......" He bowed deeply, again and again, and even several high-ranking members of the secret party felt that Alfonso was affectionate and righteous, but the only Moro, the person who loved him so much in the past, did not respond at all. Her heart was colder than the wind and snow of Ales.

Mo Luo clenched his fists, "Don't call me mother, go back to Fanzhuo, this is not where you live anymore." ”

Alfonso looked at Moro in disbelief, shaking his head in an attempt to deny this fact, "Mother, you don't want me anymore?" You don't want a father anymore? Alfonso's eyes instantly reddened, "Mother...... No...... Don't drive me away...... Don't want us...... Don't you want me and my father...... You confessed me personally, and from that day on, Pozzi had a mother's ...... Don't drive me away...... If you drive me away, I won't have a home......"

"Why, you don't understand what I'm saying? This is Ales, not Van Zhuo, you are a member of the secret party, and it has nothing to do with Ales. Moro looked down at the begging child, his fists clenched, "Get out, this is the Ales Palace, and I don't want any of the Decelli family or the secret party to get involved." ”

Alfonso didn't seem to hear what Moro said, "Mother...... No...... It's not like that......"

He remembered that day Moro ran down the stairs and blamed Lorenzo for not bringing him back earlier, he remembered that Moro personally washed the black dye from his hair, he was very tall, Moro had to tiptoe every time he touched his head, he remembered that Moro put the land papers in front of him and said that he would give him a big gift, he also remembered that every time Lorenzo wanted to scold him and punish him, Moro stood in front of him, Alfonso knew that the person in front of him was the one who loved him the most in the past.

But now this man is going to drive him away?

"It seems that you don't understand what I say, I will divorce your father one day, so you don't have to call me mother anymore, and leave Ales now." Morrow took a step back, his upturned eyes sharp.

"No...... No, why is this happening...... You can't do that...... Why...... Why the hell ......" Alfonso's big tears dripped in the snow, because his father didn't allow him to cry so he endured it, but he couldn't bear it anymore, it seemed like a dream had been shattered, everything was like a joke before, his only connection to this place was broken, "everything is not like this...... Why are you so ruthless...... No......"

"Aren't you leaving?" A silver whip appeared in Mo Luo's hand, looking cold in the reflection of the snow, "Do you need me to drive you away?" ”

"I'm not leaving...... This is my home, this is my father's home, I can't go! Alfonso grabbed the corner of Morro's clothes, there is still Stella here, he can't leave Stella, he is glad that he locked Stella in the enchantment, if Stella sees it, how uncomfortable will Stella be in the future?

There was a snap, and then a sharp pain came up, and he looked in disbelief at the silver whip in Moro's hand stained with blood, and at the same time, it was the blood on his cheeks dripping into the snow that he realized that his mother was really willing to beat him.