Chapter 199

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly dignified, and Mohua Wen was stunned. He smiled for a long time and said, "why do you let me follow the string one by one? Now even you say so. Your mother has been gone for more than a year..." he raised his glass and drank it up in one gulp. After putting it down, his smile became bitter.

Some words blurted out: "father, my mother will understand you. She won't blame you. In those years, she took tong'er's hand and once said that if there is something good in the future, let my father find another one, but don't treat tong'er badly."

Shaking hands hold the corner of the table, as if only in that way can we suppress the pain at the bottom of my heart.

Her mother's pale and bleeding face was right in front of her. That day, she was beaten from heaven to hell!

She couldn't stand that her mother couldn't even see her father at the last side. She couldn't stand that man's fickleness to such an extent. When her mother was seriously ill and died frequently, she was still fooling around with an aunt and drove out the people sent by mother Ming... Her mother was gone. She stood under the corridor and watched her father run in panic and watch him stumble into the door, Watching him cry "Luoxia" sadly, her heart was full of hate at that time, which made her feel how ridiculous all this was. Her mother was dead. Who did he show such behavior to.

"Tong'er, what did your mother say at that time..." Mo Huawen said in a difficult way. His hand clenched the chopsticks trembled slightly. In the candlelight, his eyes were dark, but full of sadness. His trembling hand grabbed the wine pot on the side, poured himself a cup and drank it again.

At that time, Mo Xuetong didn't pass on her mother's words to her father because she thought he had lost his mother!

"My mother said, let me not blame you. It's not easy to say you. Let me be a considerate and good daughter in the future. My mother also took down one of the flowers you picked for her the day before yesterday and put it on the pillow... Just say, it's like seeing... You." The black snow pupil choked and couldn't speak, and the tears slipped down involuntarily.

At that moment, she couldn't hurt herself. She held her mother's hand and refused to let it go. She just waited for the cool hands to become completely cold. At that moment, her world was also cold. In addition to cold, it was hate... The corners of the inked eyes opposite also glittered with tears and said in a dumb voice, "did you, your mother leave something?"

"Father, my mother left a letter, a last letter, for you..." Mo Xuetong trembled and took out a letter from his arms. The letter was old, but you could still see the wet corner on the edge, which was yellowish different from others. It seemed to see my mother half lying in front of the bed, trembling and writing the letter.

"You, why don't you give it to me..." Mohua Wenqiang repressed his grief and took the letter.

"Did my father look at me in the eye at that time? Even if I wanted to say it, you had to let me say it, and at that time, I didn't want to say..." Mo Xuetong took a deep breath and showed a faint smile on his face, but the smile reflected on the face full of tears, which made people feel more and more distressed.

The child finally misunderstood himself. Mohuawen held the letter in his hand, but he felt that the weight was more and more golden. She didn't take good care of her daughter, which almost broke her in aunt Fang's hand. As long as he thought of this, his heart seemed empty.

That sentence can't be blurted out.

"Tong'er, I went to Aunt Fang's yard at that time because the emperor came with a secret order and couldn't be found. It's not... When I sent the secret envoy away, I found that your mother went. It was fine the day before yesterday. I told me I wanted to take you out for a visit. Why..." an explanation after more than a year, Mohua Wen spoke out unconsciously.

Looking at the tearful daughter in front of her, her eyes looked like those of Luo Xia. For a moment, it was difficult for her to draw up her own feelings and feel guilty. She just felt that she was not a good father and bore Luo Xia's instructions.

"Father..." Mo Xuetong sucked her nose and cried low. The knot that ran through the previous life and this life suddenly began to knot. Her heart suddenly relaxed a lot. The smile on her face became brighter and brighter, and the falling crystal tears fell into the wine glass in front of her. She suddenly felt that she wanted to drink. She stood up fiercely and picked up the wine pot with a less injured hand, I poured a cup for mohuawen and another for myself.

"Father, my mother will not want to see my father so sad under the nine springs. Today's new year's Eve is regarded as my mother's day. Please ask my father to drink this cup. My daughter was not sensible before and misunderstood my father. I hope my father will forgive me." Holding the cup in his hand, he knelt heavily in front of the inked face and held it high over the top.

In her previous life, she hated her father for this all her life. That hatred made her ignore her father's opinions and slip farther and farther in aunt Fang's mother's and daughter's plan, leading to a tragic death... "Tong'er!" Mohuawen hurriedly got up and helped, "our pupils have grown up!"

Mohuawen wiped his eyes through the dark corner of the candle light, sighed, smiled on his face, suddenly smiled, picked up the wine offered by mohxuetong and drank it in one gulp.

Anyway, I still have a good daughter, the daughter of him and Luo Xia. That's enough!

"Father, is your mother's illness sudden?" Pick up the wine at hand. It tastes sweet and the fruit wine prepared by Moran, but it is sour at this time.

Even my father felt that my mother left suddenly, that is to say, my mother's illness was not really critical, but why would I leave a final letter to my father? Did my mother realize that she was going to die? Why, a burst of cold horror surged into my heart, lowered my eyes and covered the cold at the bottom of my eyes.

"Your mother's health has always been bad, but her health was not bad enough at that time. Just a few days ago, the doctor said that your mother was OK and just needed to keep her. Who expected that she could not think so... Cough, cough, cough..." the last words, Mo Xuetong didn't hear clearly, as if she had been suddenly squeezed into Mo Huawen's throat.

His hands tightened his cuffs and his body trembled slightly. Mo Xuetong seemed to fall into a deep trap. His body and heart were falling, but there was no bottom... What does Father mean, is his mother going to die?

"Father, why?" No longer escape, the deep eyes under the light looked straight at the ink text she was looking at, but the corners of her eyes were sad and sad, but she insisted that she should find out what happened to her mother anyway. Many things involved her were strange and inexplicable.

In the ruined yard of the Fuguo mansion, his mother died suddenly... "Tong'er, there are some things... You don't need to know too much... If you can let you know... Your mother and I told you earlier..." mohuawen regretted his impulse and said his words. How could he tell his daughter that his daughter would be happy if he didn't know these things? This is what he promised Luo Xia in those years.

In any case, don't pull tong'er into such a vortex. The past has passed after all. What's the use of chasing the past again.

"Father......" Mo Xuetong still wanted to talk.

"Tong'er, it's getting late. Go back first. You don't have much rest." Mo Huawen didn't wait for Mo Xuetong to say more. He stood up and said to the outside: "Mo Yu, Mo ye came in and helped Miss back." Then he stood there with tears on his face, turned and walked into the inner room. He stumbled and ran away in a hurry.

"Father, father..."

Mo Xue's eyes were sad and her tears were falling... Seeing that she was so sad and her body was trembling, Mo Yu hurriedly came forward to hold her and persuaded her, "Miss, let's go back first. The master needs to rest now. If you have anything to say, wait until tomorrow."

They had been outside just now. Although they were far away, they heard something faintly.

What is the reason why father is afraid of his mother's death!

Sadness surged up, and the depressed pain at the bottom of my heart burst out in an instant. I picked up the wine pot at hand and poured it into my mouth regardless. Mo Ye Moyu wanted to grab the wine pot in her hand, but was afraid to hurt her hand. I had to grab it. Half a pot of wine had fallen into my belly. The wine pot "clanked" to the ground, rolled twice on the ground and landed in a corner.

The body suddenly softened. The ink leaf reacted quickly and pulled it.

"Miss, miss, are you all right?"

"It's all right. The wine is good... I want it more." Moxue Tong stood with a strong support. Her brain was blurred, but she felt relieved somehow. No wonder so many people like drinking. This wine also has this effect. She reached out and shook Heiyu and took her hand.

"Miss, you can't drink any more. You're drunk!" Mo Yu advised.

"I'm drunk? How can it be... I'm not drunk, Moyu, I want to be drunk. It's good to be drunk. I'm no longer sad, and I'm not so sad..." Moxue Tong smiled like a flower, and suddenly two tears fell on his face.

"Take tong'er back, take good care of her, and let the kitchen send her Jiejiu soup." Mo Huawen in the inner room sighed softly. He kept compiling the letter wet by Luo Xia's tears in his hand and strengthened his heart again. Luo Xia's letter repeatedly told him not to pay attention to what happened in those years. Tong'er was just his own daughter and no one could hurt her.

After seeing the two maids half holding and half holding Mo Xuetong back, Mo Huawen returned to the outside again. A young man had come to clean up the table, sat down in front of the book case, and looked at the letter left by Luo Xia again and again. The corners of Mo Huawen's eyes unconsciously overflowed with tears. He thought that his heart had been lost when he saw the beautiful woman for the first time.

When I first heard that the Duke of the Fu kingdom had agreed to marry their eldest daughter, I was so happy and excited at that time. He was just a small official at that time. How could he de ask to marry her as his wife? He thought he had her in this life, and there was nothing more to ask for. But why did he ever think that today there was a phase of yin and Yang... Luo Xia did not escape the tease of fate after all, Tong'er can no longer go deep into it and can't become anyone's chess piece. This is all Luo Xia prays for him. This is their only daughter. I just want her to be safe and happy. Everything else is not important.

Put the letter away and hide it in a dark corner of the desk. There is also a picture in it. Take it out and unfold it. The smiling and gentle woman inside seems to want to come out of the picture... Ink Wen's fingers slowly caress the woman's face in the picture and sink into meditation in his mind, The corners of my eyes unconsciously showed some smiles... "Cousin, cousin, on New Year's Eve, I cooked some dishes and ate with my cousin." At the light of the door, a charming figure stood with a blooming smile. The dress was overlapped with red flowers, just as he first saw that day, which made him feel like the person in the picture walking down. He couldn't help raising his eyes and looking at the past.