Chapter 108 Love, hate and sorrow are always wrong, and eternal hatred burys the wind and snow

"Puff..." Another mouthful of enchanting red spewed out of his mother's buckle. At this moment, her weak body could no longer support it and slowly fell to the ground. I was still in place. What happened at this moment made my mind a little stagnant and I didn't know what to do.

"I was pregnant with your child when I married my little master to the palace 18 years ago!" Her mother's voice was gloomy and said, "Later, she was killed in the palace. I thought she couldn't survive. Later, you rescued me from the palace. I didn't want to tell you about our daughter... until... until I first met her at the Peony Pavilion. She told me that her surname was Murong. And it was the people who sold her to the Peony Pavilion. The look on the master's face was a little unbelievable, but it was more painful. Because he never thought that what he had been using was his own biological daughter.

Mother continued: "Later, Nian Nujiao told me that she saw the cinnabar birthmark on her body when she bathed Yuer. I clearly remember that at that time, I drank the poisoned wine given by my subordinates, and the maid beside the queen took her out of my stomach. At that time, there was a blood-red cinnabar peach blossom birthmark on her Xiaoxiao's back. No one can fake it!"

I stroked my shoulder with my hand. Is this true? It turned out that... she always knew that I was there. Suddenly, a warm current flowed through my heart. But in an instant, it turned into a cold current. She knew for a long time that I was still alive, and that my master was my biological father, and she had been using me as a pawn for his revenge for his beloved. But why has she always been unwilling to recognize me? Why don't you stop him?

Are you accommodating what this man who doesn't love him has done? Don't even hesitate to use your own daughter?

Just now, Master looked at Princess Yurong's body slowly frusting her bones and ashes, which everyone can see. Everything in this world is not as good as that woman in her heart. No one can replace it.

"Yu'er..." My mother lost too much blood, and her face was pale. She was in the blood wave, like a jade butterfly in the mandala. Onion Yu's hand slowly stretched out to me: "For so many years... It's my mother who has been sorry for you. If... If I had known it was such an ending, my mother should not have given birth to you at the beginning, let alone let you suffer so much in this world!"

I want to go forward to hold her hand. For many days and nights, I have been looking forward to the moment, and I always want to call her mother in person. I heard her tell me with her own ears that in this world, I am not a child without parents, and I am not alone. This moment... How many days and nights have I been looking forward to...

But at this moment, my legs want to be trapped in the rocks under my feet, and I can't pull it out of a step... I can't believe that so many absurd past and so many right and wrong. So many people who died were actually planned by their biological parents. The purpose is just to avenge my biological father's beloved woman. How can I believe this fact?

Master, look at my mother with the same painful and desperate eyes, and then turned to me. Such a familiar face turned out to be my most strange look. He never thought that he had devoted himself to planning and set up one game after another for so many years. I didn't even hesitate to spend 11 years teaching me piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, teaching me the five elements of Qihuang, teaching me how to control my heart and use my beauty to achieve my goal. In the end, it is a self-binding, which has long been the most absurd joke in the world.

A sarcastic sneer flashed across the corners of my mouth, and I definitely looked at the master indifferently: "It's wrong, it's not my mother who gave birth to me. At the beginning, in the Changmen Palace of Shu, since she chose to drink the poisoned wine given by her subordinate emperor for you, she chose to die with me who was not yet born. Wrong, when I was five years old, you shouldn't have saved me by the watershed river. What's more, I should not be brought back to the Huantian mainland Huai. My eyes flashed through Ye Yu, who knelt coldly next to the empty crystal coffin at this moment: "It was not Xiao Qingci who ordered ten thousand swords by the water river, but... but you, right?"

After all, I didn't shout out my father.

Master, he didn't expect all this at all like me. The expression is complex, regretful, helpless and self-deprecating. In addition, the sword of Ximenque just now hit his point. At this moment, he and his mother are dying, but he is still standing still.

"That's right. On the snowy night when Zirou left with the young master 20 years ago, Xiao Qingci had died in my hands. But... she deserves to die..." Master's damned words almost came from between her teeth. There is no pity. It seems that if Xiao Qingci stands in front of him at this moment, the sword in his hand will still stab his throat.

Ye Yu didn't seem to hear it, and knelt quietly in place. But only I know how hateful he is!

The mother was in the blood wave and had no breath for a long time. The master was still standing still, but his body was stiff.

"Wan'er..." Suddenly, the cold moon that had been holding the injured Nangong Wan'er let out a tragic howling. He committed suicide with the sword when the hot blood flowed out of his neck. He held Nangong Waner's hand tightly.

At this moment, Baitou Mountain, which has just snowed, is full of sadness. Ximen Quebie slapped down the cliff. Xue Yuan jumped down. My mother and master died. Nangong Waner and Leng Yue also died. Ye Yu's face was expressionless, and he held Qin Huang's body in his arms. When he brushed past me, he didn't say a word. Uncle Li stood beside me, as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he was still far away and kept up with Ye Yu's footsteps. Ye Xiao, Xiaoyaozi, Nian Nujiao, Jiang Qin, and the soldiers surrounding Baitou Mountain by their good friends Yan also retreated.

I slowly walked to my mother's side and retreated, and the voice of resentment in my heart finally came out: "Dad...mother..."

The snow on Baitou Mountain has been snowing for three days and three nights. I dug the grave with my hands on the top of the white-headed mountain and buried the bodies of my father and mother. Princess Yurong's body was scattered in the wind and snow of Baitou Mountain. I know... Ye Yu must hate it in his heart, and I also hate it... In one day, we have lost so many people one after another. Since the snow all over the sky can't bear our sadness, it can tolerate the next sentence of scattered corpses. Then I... Why don't I bury the wind and snow...