Chapter 269 Luo Xia, a letter to her daughter

Have you made an appointment?

Mo Xuetong suddenly froze. Whether in her last life or this life, she never thought that she would be a be a betrothed person. If she had been married, who was that family? Why did she decide herself but never had a sound? In her last life, her father objected marrying to the Marquis of the town, but because she was determined to go her own way, she didn't do it in the end. Fa Cai's mouth was loosened.

If he had another marriage, his father would definitely come out to prevent him from marrying Sima Lingyun. In that case, his father did not talk about it, that is to say, his father did not know it! But how can this happen?

What kind of situation is it? My mother promised herself, but she didn't even report it to her father!

She never thought that there would be such a thing. If it's true, why did her mother do this! What on earth is the mother hiding? Why did she hide it from her father? Even the marriage of her children has been decided by herself in private.

However, subconsciously, she has an intuition that this is true! The hand placed on the corner of the table involuntarily trembled twice and was a little flustered for a moment.

"Miss, can the old slave come in?" Mother Ming's voice came from the door trembling slightly.

"Miss..." Mo Yu also heard Mister Ming's voice and looked at Mo Xuetong.

"Let M Mother Ming come in." Mo Xuetong took a breath, suppressed the throbbing at the bottom of her heart, closed her eyes, and said faintly.

Mo Yu retreated, and after a while, Mother Ming came in.

"Miss, please forgive me. I don't want to deceive you, but madam, madam..." Entering the door, Mother Ming knelt down in front of Mo Xuetong's bed with a plop. She burst into tears and sobbed for a moment.

Mo Xuetong opened her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes had returned to clarity and calmness, as if the fear just now was just a layer of cloud smoke. After the clouds and smoke, the water was still blue.

She said coldly, "Mother, please stand up. You are the old man beside your mother and your mother's wet nurse. I can't stand your kneeling. Molan still doesn't help Mother Ming get up." She politely ordered Mother Molan, who followed, to get up, but it was even more estranged.

Molan went forward to help Mama Ming, but Mama Ming still couldn't kneel: "Miss, if you don't forgive the old slave, the old slave will kneel here and die. If you can't stand up, I'm really sorry, Miss!"

"What is this? The young lady didn't say that she would not forgive you. Since her wife is gone, she doesn't have a pity. She thinks that you love her the most. She has never regarded you as an outsider, even if she lives under the shelter of the Qin family. If there is any delicious food, she will think of you and treat you as a real elder, but It's you who are old..." Molan said with tears as she went to La Ming's Mother.

The days of being abandoned in Yuncheng were experienced by them. Mo Xuetong is an orphan girl who ignored her. Even if she wanted to go back to Yuncheng's old house, it was not so easy to have a look. Once, Mrs. Qin gave her some osmanthus cakes, reminding her of Mama's favorite food in the past, which was specially sent by others.

It was Molan who sent it out that time. Because she was afraid that Yu would find out and use this or that as a reason, she hid the cake in her close-fitting skirt. When she arrived at the Mofu's old house, her body was actually burned. Even so, she still took out the osmanthus cake with a smile and pushed it into Mama Ming's hand.

If the scene at that time was in front of him, the love was a heavy trust, but now it makes Mo Xuetong's master and servant have a sad betrayal. The feeling of betrayed by his relatives makes several people feel heavy sadness.

Thinking of this, Mama cried with tears, pushed away Molan's support, and stretched out her hand to pull the corner of Mo Xuetong's clothes hanging down slightly: "Miss, it's not that the old slave doesn't know what's good or bad, or that the old slave doesn't care about the young lady. It's really tells you that if the lady doesn't know, don't pull the young lady into the muddy water. A safe life."

The lady's eagerly anticipated eyes were in front of her, and Mama Ming felt heartache when she thought of it!

To keep herself safe, Mo Xuetong's tears hidden in her eyes could no longer be hidden. In the last life, she really didn't know anything and seemed to be well guarded, but in the end, she died in the hands of her dearest husband and was deceived by her most trusted "good" sister. A bowl of poison was not enough.

When the poison erodes her chest, when the flames burns her skin, leaving her only the hatred from Jiuyou hell, burning... Rebirth for a lifetime, in order not to repeat the same thing, she is struggling step by step, trying to revenge for herself and avenge her mother, but in the end, she found that all this was her own desire... ...

A safe life, this is the peaceful life that my mother wants to leave for herself!

Tears fell, and the satin in front of him fell on his face, with inexplicable coldness. His heart was very painful, as if he couldn't breathe. He thought that in this life, he was so carefully planned that he would no longer be betrayed, but he still couldn't escape from this circle. He never thought that his mother had been hiding it from him like this. The last life was so hidden by "peace"!

"How did your mother die?" She pressed her throat, and her throat was hoarse as if she couldn't breathe, but she still clearly expressed her thoughts. In her last life, she died in a confused way. In this life, she hoped that she would be dead and clear. She really didn't want that kind of false "peace".

"Madam was actually poisoned by Aunt Fang. That kind of poison is hopeless." Seeing Mo Xuetong bow her head and shed tears, Mother Ming was even more sad. She took out a letter from her arms, handed it over tremblingly, and cried, "Madam said that if one day the lady notices something, she will let the old slave give you this letter, otherwise she will ruin the letter."

Is there no medicine? Mo Xuetong bit her lips and covered the fragility of her eyes. There seemed to be a kind of fire and pain in her chest, burning as if it was about to spit out. Such hatred, such deep hatred. In the past two lifetimes, the once simple and lovely Mo Xuetong had already died, leaving only a cavity of hatred and grief and indignation. ......

"Why don't you see a doctor?" She heard her hoarse voice, as if the burning sand had been burned by the fire, rough scraping her ears.

"There is no cure for that kind of poison. When my wife learned about it, there was not much time, and my wife was afraid of implicating you and the master, so she never let people tell the master. She only hoped that the young lady could grow up plainly and did not seek wealth and glory, but my wife didn't expect that Aunt Fang's medicine was so poisonous, and she had not arranged everything. It's too late to suddenly death."

M Mother Ming said carefully, and her crying old eyes were dizzy. She seemed to see her strong support and handing the letter to her. The pale and transparent face with a gentle smile, her whole body twitched in pain, but she firmly grabbed her hand and repeatedly told her. Let the young lady grow up safely.

Mama Ming has always believed that the lady loved the young lady, and she made such a decision for the sake of the young lady, so she had to listen to her orders. But for the first time, looking at the young lady's sad face, Mama Ming doubted that the madam's decision at that time was really right? Can the young lady really be safe as requested?

"Go down." Mo Xuetong waved her hand tiredly and only felt a dizziness on her head. The hand holding the letter trebbed and fell weakly on the quilt.

"Miss!" Molan said urgently.

"M Mother Fuming, go down, I'm fine." Mo Xuetong couldn't speak, but felt physically and mentally exhausted and whispered.

"Yes." Seeing that she closed her eyes resolutely, Molan knew that she had made up her mind. She pulled Mother Ming, who was still crying, to get up and went out.

Mo Xuetong closed her eyes, and scenes flashed through her childhood.

My mother's body was sometimes good and sometimes bad, but it was not so weak at first. She was also in charge of the middle feeding of the family, and several aunts were also safe. Although Aunt Fang gave birth to the eldest son and eldest daughter, she did not dare to publicize it freely because her father loved her mother. That winter, her mother also made a dress for herself.

How happy I was at that time. Wearing that dress, I specially saw my father who came back from the outside. He looked at the steamed buns he brought from the outside and made people heat it up. My father deliberately put one in his mouth, full of gravy, which was almost delicious. She swallowed her tongue.

At that time, I only felt that my mother must be as happy as myself.

Now that I think about it, the poisoned mother must be in pain. Although she was poisoned and died in the last life, the pain of poison erosion is so painful. How can such a weak woman in front of the bed for a long time bear it?

That's why my mother tried to sweat on her face from time to time. Those painful cold sweats were hidden in a handkerchief, but she said to herself that she was too hot and the medicine she took was sexually hot, so she would sweat in winter...

At that time, how much she believed and specially went to get a fan to help her mother's fan. Her mother was obviously out of breath in pain, but she smiled and told her that she couldn't even say anything, so that she could sit safely. Don't make trouble. How ignorant she was when she was young, she didn't find that she couldn't hide her mother's eyes. The pain of...

bite the bitterness at the bottom of the lip, raise your eyes, and open the letter in your hand.

The familiar plum blossom small regular script on the letter was upright. Only in the last few words, she began to drag out some unprovoked pens. Tears suddenly blindfolded her eyes. There were no outsiders in the room. Her heart was intertwined with bitterness and pain, but she could do nothing but only shed tears.

"The word is presented to my daughter's pupil: Seeing this confidence must be doubtful, I hope you don't think that your mother will continue. I have rested in this life, and I only hope that my son will be safe and happy and stay away from the royal family! Since her landing, she received kindness from the Fugongfu, to help the eldest daughter of the Guogongfu to marry your father and make friends with your father. She thought it was eternal, but unexpectedly, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and she could not do it alone. My life is pitiable. I have bad luck in this life. I can't blame others, but I don't want to extend my son. The bad luck suddenly comes. I care about Jiaoer flawlessly. I tell my son to put it away and must not spread it to others. If someone inquires in the future, he can protect it..."

Mo Xuetong was stunned in **, and her brain was blank. Tears stained on her long eyelashes but did not fall down. She slowly slipped into her white and tender cheeks. Her mother was not the daughter of the Fuguo Mansion, and her mother was not the daughter of the Fugong Mansion. At that time, her grandmother gave birth to a The daughter unfortunately died before she recognized her mother as her daughter.

My real ancestral home turned out to be the king of Jin!

My mother is the bereaved daughter of the King of Jin!

Her hands trembled at the bottom of her sleeves. She never thought that the king of Jin, who loved Mei's life-like life, would be her own ancestor. The king of Jin, who is said to be amazing and beautiful, is only one step away from the high position, the king of Jin, who is said to beheaded all over the door, and even the servants in the house can't escape, and the king of Jin who is said to love his wife as his life.

The killing feast more than 30 years ago, the bloody wind at that time killed many people!

I thought I was too far away from this storm, but I didn't expect that I had been trapped in it.

The body leaning on the cushion was stiff as if it was not herself. The sea of blood was still carrying such a deep hatred. She knew how painful it was. She knew how painful it was that her parents died, and she was the daughter of the chase. How desperate and painful her mother should be. Is it for this that my mother has no life?

Mo Xuetong didn't know it. She only knew that her heart was as painful as ajiaoling. She had lost her usual coldness and calmness. She pinched the letter paper in her hand and her fingers trembled slightly!

"What's wrong?"

The sound in her ear seemed to come from the sky. Mo Xuetong turned her head blankly and saw it clearly through the sound of tears. The extremely beautiful face in front of her was looking at her with concern and opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound. She hooked her lips and wanted to show a smile. Her throat sounded like crying, with a little absolute. The sadness and sadness of hope.

The hibiscus flower is fragile as if it is going to break with a touch.