Chapter 477

"She killed her own child?" Mo Qingge's face is stunned, which is a little inconceivable.

"The empress really wanted to kill her..."

Mo Qingge bit his lower lip, and his mood suddenly became a group. He continued to listen to his narration.

The empress didn't stab the little prince to death.

It's not because of a soft heart.

It was he who stood in front of the little prince. He was mad and out of control and stabbed more than 100 times.

He was born to be immortal. More than 100 knives will not kill him, but he will also hurt.

After that, she threw away her dagger and locked herself in her room for a whole day.

The baby's cry echoed all day.

In the evening, Saint queen suddenly came out of the room.

He hid in panic, but this time he found that his mother seemed to have regained her divine consciousness.

She became a lot more gentle, not only whispered, but also personally bandaged his wound, said a lot of gentle whispers.

On the same day, she cooked a dish of exquisite cakes for him.

In my impression, it was the first and last time my mother cooked for him.

He thought that his mother began to hurt him.

Who knows, as soon as he swallowed the cake, his mother began to laugh and told him, "your brother is dead."

He was surprised and asked how she died.

She pointed to the plate of cakes on the table.

That dish of exquisite cakes, in his eyes, has become a red bloody.

Then, he vomited all the time, bile almost came out, still unable to dilute the nausea in the chest.

He searched all over the palace, only to find the remains of a baby and some afterheat.

And the mother has been laughing, laughing and saying: "good to die, good to die, free to die, nothing to die, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Yeah.

My brother is really free. What about him?

In the boundless darkness, he has been silent for thousands of years, like a skeleton.

The mother did nothing wrong, but she should not leave him and continue to suffer.

But now, he would like to thank his mother.

If it were not for his mother, he would not have lived to this day, nor would he have seen songs.

Mo Qingge's fingers curled up tightly, and his tears burst into his eyes.

So the child died in the end.

Besides, he was killed by his mother!

Just listening, she felt chilly and chilly in her spine.

You can imagine how desperate uncle Huang was.

She finally understood why Uncle Huang was so disgusted with desserts that he felt nauseous when he touched them.

It turned out that he had so many words in his heart.

be torn with grief.

"Uncle Huang, Ge'er doesn't allow you to say that." Mo Qingge interrupted him and said softly, "if the empress doesn't leave you, won't Ge'er see you?"

Gu mianmo gathered her in her arms, leaned lightly on her shoulder, and said, "Song Er, speak it out, you may not believe it."

Mo Qingge watched him and listened quietly.

"For thousands of years, I've had nightmares every night. In the past, there was no exception." His voice, low and plain as water, "but every time the song in the pillow, it will be a night without a dream."

"Really?" She didn't believe it.

"Well."

He was born in the dark and lived in the abyss all day.

And Ge'er is a ray of light in the abyss, which gives him the memory and expectation.

She is his light.

Mo Qingge chuckled and said in a soft voice: "Uncle Huang, if the past is too dusty, don't worry about it. In the future, let Ge'er accompany you day by day."

Her tone is as gentle as spring water.

"In the future, let Ge'er make up for the pain you have suffered in the past. Even if there are thorns ahead, Ge'er will go with you and never let go of your hand."

If she can, she hopes to collect darkness for uncle Huang and give him a bright pure land.

Even if it's just an inch.

He was imprisoned by darkness for thousands of years, and she kept him for thousands of years.

Gu Mian Mo held her tightly in a warm and magnetic tone: "I'm afraid that one day, I can't even keep you."

Now what he values most is this girl.

If one day, he can't even keep the song, all that is false to him.

A warm tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Words are like needles.

Mo Qingge touched slightly, and his voice was soft: "we won't go that far. You see, I'm not in front of you now? As long as you don't leave and I don't abandon, no one can tear us apart. "

"Uncle Huang, let's not think about the unpleasant past. I just want you to remember the days when there are songs around you."

"Geer believes in you, and you believe in Geer, OK?"

Gentle voice, like a clear spring, flows into the bottom of my heart.

"Good."

He smile, low eyes Kiss the woman's forehead, the warmth between the eyebrows, a million years.

"It's getting dark. Let's sleep." Her tone, gentle to the extreme.

"Well."

Holding the girl's light body, embracing and sleeping, moonlight, appears particularly quiet, chilly.

This time, he closed his eyes and had no dream all night, but Mo Qingge was sleepless and watched him all night.

In my mind, he played back what he said, every word, like a sharp blade into her heart.

After that, she would never let him alone again.

With Uncle Huang, she is no longer alone.

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The next day.

After arranging the affairs of the Allied forces, Mo Qingge plunges into the kitchen and pulls up her brother.

"Qingge." What can you make complaints about?

He has experienced his sister's cooking skills countless times.

Every time, it's like going to hell.

So he always felt that his sister shouldn't come to the kitchen. It must be bad.

Mo Qingge threw him a white eye: "to come to the kitchen is to cook naturally."

Isn't it a question of knowing?

"Ah?" Mo Xing Chen Zheng Zheng, "who has provoked you again?"

No matter what, you can't poison others in this way.

"What are you talking about, or my brother?" Mo Qingge was so angry by his words that he said, "today, I'm going to cook for uncle Huang. You have to guide me."

"Poof..."

The next second, ink star sink just drink tea, all spray out.

"What's the matter with you?"

Mo Xingchen a kind reminder tone: "Qingge, you'd better not do it. I see my brother-in-law's injury is just some, you don't give him poison again."

You're going to die!

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mo Qingge patted his head and said, "come here and give me a hand. It's up to you whether I can improve my cooking today."

Then he pulled his sleeve and refused to let go.

"Good, good."

Ink star sink to cry without tears, had to reluctantly agreed to come down.

He thought, what evil have I done today.