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Mo Xuetong froze suddenly. No matter in her previous life or this life, she had never thought that she would be the one who was engaged. If she was engaged, who was that family? Why was she never engaged? There was a slight voice. In the last life, my father opposed her marrying into the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, but because she insisted on going her own way, she finally relented because she had no choice but to do so.
If he had another marriage, his father would definitely use it to prevent him from marrying Sima Lingyun. In that case, his father didn't even mention it, which meant that he didn't know about it! But how could this happen
What kind of situation is it? My mother promised herself to someone else, but she didn't even tell my father!
She had never thought of such a thing. If it was true, why would her mother do this? What is my mother hiding? Why is she hiding it from her father? Even important matters such as the marriage of her children are decided in private.
However, subconsciously, she had an intuition that this was true! The hand on the corner of the table trembled involuntarily, feeling a little flustered for a moment.
"Miss, can I come in?" Aunt Ming's voice trembled slightly from the door.
"Miss..." Mo Yu also heard Aunt Ming's voice and looked at Mo Xuetong.
"Let Aunt Ming come in." Mo Xuetong took a long breath, suppressed the throbbing in her heart, closed her eyes, and said calmly.
Mo Yu responded and retreated, and after a while, Nanny Ming walked in.
"Miss, please forgive me. I didn't mean to deceive the young lady. It's just madam. Madam..." Entering the door, Nanny Ming plopped down and knelt down in front of Mo Xuetong's bed. She burst into tears and burst into tears for a while.
Mo Xuetong opened her eyes, and her eyes were clear and calm again, as if the fear just now was just a layer of clouds and smoke, and after the clouds and smoke passed, the sky was still clear and clear.
She said coldly: "Mom, please get up. You are the old man next to my mother and my wet nurse. I can't bear your kneeling. Mo Lan still doesn't help Ming Ming to get up." "She politely asked Mo Lan, who had followed her, to help Grandma Ming stand up, but this made her seem even more distant.
Mo Lan stepped forward to help Grandma Ming, but Grandma Ming still knelt down and said, "Miss, if you don't forgive me, I will kneel to death here. If you don't get up, I will really be sorry for you!"
"Mommy, what are you doing? I didn't say that I won't forgive you. Since my wife has passed away, I have no one to pity. I think you love her the most. I have never treated you as an outsider, even in Qin Dynasty. My family has been living under the roof of others. Whatever delicious food or useful things the young lady has, I will think of you and treat you as a real elder, but you are old..." Mo Lan said with tears as he went to pull Nanny Ming.
The days of being abandoned in Yuncheng were something they had experienced together. Mo Xuetong was an orphan, and no one cared about her. Even if she wanted to go back to her old house in Yuncheng, it was not easy. Once, Mrs. Qin’s old lady I gave her some sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which reminded her that Grandma Ming used to like it the most, so she had it specially sent to her.
It was Mo Lan who sent the cake out that time. Because he was afraid that the Yu family would find out and use this or that reason to embarrass them, Mo Lan deliberately hid the cake in his clothes. When he arrived at Mo Mansion's old house, he was actually burned. , even so, he still took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with a smile and pushed it into Grandma Ming’s hand.
If the scene at that time were in front of them, the friendship would have been a heavy trust, but now it made Mo Xuetong's master and servant feel a sense of sadness and betrayal. The feeling of being betrayed by their loved ones made several people feel heavy sadness in their hearts.
Thinking of this, Grandma Ming burst into tears. She pushed away Mo Lan's support and stretched out her hand to gently pull Mo Xuetong's hanging clothes: "Miss, it's not that I don't know what is good and good, nor that I don't feel sorry for Miss." , it’s actually Madam’s order, if Miss doesn’t know, don’t drag Miss into that troubled water, just keep Miss safe for the rest of her life.”
Madam Ming's eager and expectant eyes were in front of her, and Grandma Ming felt so heartbroken when she thought about it!
To keep herself safe for the rest of her life, Mo Xuetong could no longer hide the tears hidden in her eyes. In her last life, she really didn't know anything and seemed to be well protected, but in the end she died in the hands of her closest husband and was He was deceived by the "good" elder sister he trusted most. A bowl of poison was not enough. He was set in flames and died without a whole body.
When the poison eroded her breasts, and when the flames burned her skin, all that was left to her was the hatred that came from the Nine Netherworld, like burning... In order not to repeat the same mistakes again, she took every step with difficulty, and wanted to Revenge for myself and my mother, but in the end, I found out that I had brought it all on myself...
A safe life, this is the safe life my mother wants to leave to herself!
Tears fell down and sprinkled on the satin quilt in front of me. I felt an inexplicable sadness in my eyes. My heart ached, as if I couldn't breathe. I thought that in this life, I had planned so carefully that I would never be betrayed again, but it turned out that I still couldn't escape from this trap. , I never thought that my mother would keep hiding it from me. By hiding it like this, I was "peacefully" hidden in the past life!
"How did my mother die?" She suppressed the sobs in her throat. Her throat was hoarse as if she couldn't breathe, but she still expressed her thoughts clearly. In her last life, she died in a muddle. In this life, she hopes Even if she is going to die, she still knows it clearly, and she really doesn't want that false "peace".
"Madam, she was really poisoned by Aunt Fang. There is no cure for that kind of poison." Seeing Mo Xuetong lowering her head and crying, Grandma Ming was even more sad. She took out a letter from her arms, trembling. He handed it over and cried, "Madam said that if one day the young lady notices something, she will ask this old slave to give you this letter, otherwise she will destroy this letter."
No cure? Mo Xuetong bit her lip, hiding the fragility in her eyes. There seemed to be a kind of fire and pain alternating in her chest, burning as if it was about to burst out. Such hatred, such deep hatred, two lives sharing this life, that The once innocent and lovely Mo Xuetong has died long ago, leaving only a cavity of hatred and grief-stricken herself...
"Why don't you see a doctor?" She heard her hoarse voice say, like sand burned by a fire, rough and scratching her ears.
"There is no cure for that kind of poison. When Madam found out, she didn't have much time left. Moreover, Madam was afraid of hurting you and the Master, so she never let anyone tell the Master. She only hoped that the young lady could grow up in an ordinary way without asking for anything. Wealth and splendor, but Madam never expected that Aunt Fang's medicine would be so poisonous. Madam passed away suddenly before she could arrange everything."
Aunt Ming said carefully, her eyes were blurred from crying, and she seemed to see Madam forcing herself to hand the letter to her, with a gentle smile on her face that was so pale that it seemed transparent, even though her whole body was convulsing with pain. , but still firmly held her hand and repeatedly told her to let the young lady grow up safely.
Grandma Ming has always believed that the madam loves the young lady. Even if she made such a decision, it was for the young lady, so she must obey the madam's instructions. But for the first time, looking at the sad face of the young lady, Grandma Ming had doubts. Was the decision made by Madam at that time really right? Can the young lady really be safe and sound according to the madam's request
"You guys go down." Mo Xuetong waved his hand tiredly, feeling dizzy for a while. The hand holding the letter trembled and fell weakly on the quilt.
"Miss!" Mo Lan said anxiously.
"Help Grandma Ming down, I'm fine." Mo Xuetong said softly as she was speechless, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.
"Yes." Seeing her resolutely closing her eyes, Mo Lan knew that she had made up her mind, so she pulled the still crying Nanny Ming up and walked out.
Mo Xuetong closed her eyes, and scenes from her childhood flashed through her mind.
My mother's health was up and down, but she was not that weak at first. She was still in charge of the family's middle income, and her several aunts were doing well. Although Aunt Fang gave birth to the eldest son and daughter, she was still loved by her father because of her father's love for her. , and did not dare to show it off. That winter, my mother even made herself a piece of clothing.
How happy I was at that time. Wearing those clothes, I walked around a few times in front of my mother before coming back from outside. My father looked at me with a cheerful smile and asked someone to heat the buns he brought from outside. After it was served, her father specially picked one and put it in her mouth. It was full of gravy, so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue.
At that time, I just felt that my mother must be as happy as myself.
Now that I think about it, my mother who was poisoned must have been suppressing the pain. Although she was not dead from the poison in the last life, the pain of the poisonous attack was painful to her heart. How can she be such a weak woman who has been in bed for a long time? Can bear it.
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That's why my mother would test sweat on her face from time to time. She would hide the painful cold sweat in her handkerchief, but she would tell herself that she was too hot and the medicine she took was all heat-inducing, so she would sweat in the winter...
At that time, she was so convinced that she went to get a fan and fan her mother hard. Her mother was clearly in pain and couldn't breathe, but she smiled and said to her that she couldn't even speak after being slapped by her. Sit calmly and don't make any trouble. How ignorant must my young self be to not notice the pain that cannot be hidden in my mother's eyes...
Biting the bitterness at the bottom of her lip, she raised her eyes and opened the letter in her hand.
The familiar plum-blossom regular script on the letter was straight and straight. Only in the last few words, some unwarranted strokes began to appear. Tears suddenly covered my eyes. There was no outsider in the room, and my heart was aching and painful. It burned her heart, but she could do nothing but cry.
"The words are written by my daughter Tong'er: Seeing this confidence, I must be doubtful. I hope that my son will not think of my mother as his successor. I have retired from this life, and my mother only wishes that my son will be safe and happy, and stay away from the royal family! Since my birth, my mother has been favored by the Fuguo Duke's Mansion to assist me. The eldest daughter of the Duke of Guo married your father, and they were friends with him, thinking that they would be together forever, but unexpectedly, the situation suddenly changed, and I couldn't take care of myself alone. My life experience is pitiful, and I have had bad luck in this life. I can't blame others, but I don't want to extend it to my son. Luck comes unexpectedly, Wu Xia takes care of Jiao Er, and asks him to put away his things and not show them to others. If someone inquires in the future, this may be a way to protect him... "
Mo Xue was stunned on the bed, her mind went blank. Tears stuck to her long eyelashes but did not fall down. They slowly slid down her fair and tender cheeks. Her mother was not the daughter of the Fu Guogong Palace. My mother turned out not to be the daughter of the Duke of Fuguo. When my grandmother gave birth to a daughter, she unfortunately died, so she recognized my mother as her daughter.
His real maternal ancestor turned out to be the King of Jin!
My mother is the posthumous daughter of King Jin!
Her hands were trembling under her sleeves. She had never thought that the Prince Jin who loved his plum blossoms as much as his mother would be her maternal ancestor. The Prince Jin who was said to be amazingly talented and beautiful, and who was only one step away from that high position. The Prince Jin who was said to have a whole family. The King of Jin who was executed and even the servants in the palace could not escape, the King of Jin who was said to love his wife as much as her life.
That killing feast more than thirty years ago, the bloody storm at that time, killed so many people!
I thought I was too far away from this storm, but unexpectedly I was already involved in it.
The body leaning on the mat was so stiff that it was as if she was not her own. There was a blood feud, and her mother was still burdened with such a blood feud. She knew how painful it must be. She knew that her parents were both dead and she was the daughter of a fugitive. What should her mother deserve? How desperate and sad, is it because of this that my mother lost her life
Mo Xuetong didn't know, she only knew that her heart ached, and her face had long lost its usual coldness and calmness. She clenched the letter in her hand, her fingers trembling slightly!
"What's wrong?"
The voice in her ears seemed to come from outside. Mo Xuetong turned her head blankly and saw clearly through the curtain of tears. The extremely handsome face in front of her was looking at her with concern. When she opened her mouth, she found out. Without making any sound, he curled his lips, trying to show a smile. The gurgling sound in his throat sounded like crying and laughing, with a bit of desperate sadness and sadness.
The hibiscus flower face was so fragile that it seemed as if it was about to burst at the touch of a touch. (To be continued)