Leave. Why can't I let him go? "Jiang Wu's words were full of true and utter hatred, "I will never forgive him in this life. "
However, these words did not make Mo Yangzhou's frown loosen. What
he actually wanted to ask was, is that just that? What
about bewitching her to lose her memory? What about forcing her regardless of her will? Coaxing She gave birth to a pair of children?
But does she only care about the separation of flesh and blood?
They have been a couple for eighteen years, right?
Mo Yangzhou let go of Jiang Wu's hand little by little. , He didn't ask these words. He didn't want Jiang Wu to think about those problems, and he didn't want Jiang Wu to be worried about that person.
It was only eighteen years, and he still had the rest of his life to wash away that. The traces left by people.
So the man quietly dropped the topic and told her: "Princess Qingyang has passed away. "
Hearing the word Qingyang, Jiang Wu put her hand on her neck unconsciously, and the injury there began to hurt faintly.
If Mingzhu's master hadn't appeared in time that day, she would have really wanted to Killing herself,
how many times has this happened?
When she first entered the capital, she wanted to kill Chu Ling, but she still didn't show mercy to
Jiang Wu . There is no way to be so generous as to pretend to be meaningless.
Be it the little girl Bai Su whom she treats as a sister, or the Qingyang whom she treats as a friend... She has no feelings left now.
"Go inside. "Mo Yangzhou sighed, put his arm around her shoulders and walked in, "What do you want to eat for lunch? Can I make some chicken soup for you? "
Jiang Wu's heavy mood improved a little. He smiled and hummed, but then suddenly stopped: "I remembered something. "
"What? "
Jiang Wu put his hand on the back of Mo Yangzhou's hand, and then pinched it hard. The pain caused the man to step back repeatedly. He covered the back of his hand and wanted to say that she was cruel. However, the moment he raised his head, he was suddenly brightened. The woman was so stunned that she couldn’t say a word.
“We haven’t settled the accounts yet! Jiang Wu stared at him, "You actually asked Mingzhu, a little girl, to be a killer!" How did you become a father?
Mo Yangzhou looked at her aggrievedly and shouted injustice: "Awu, you don't know how difficult it is to raise a child. " Mingzhu has too many ideas, how can she listen to me? You don’t know that she has never taken me seriously since she was a child. She has a stubborn temper and..."
"I heard it! "A voice came from the beam, and the two of them looked over together. Mingzhu was behind them, holding her hands on her chest, hanging upside down with her legs hooked on the beam, but looking straight at Mo Yangzhou, "Father, You're talking bad about me. "
He said it in front of his mother.
Mo Yangzhou, who was caught, avoided his eyes with a guilty conscience and silently moved behind Jiang Wu. Jiang Wu saw some kind of hidden message in his eyes, like Saying: "Look, look, I'll tell you.
She couldn't hold it back, laughed, and waved to Mingzhu: "Mingzhu, come down and make your father stew soup. " "
Mingzhu turned over and landed lightly, answering her mother's call and standing next to her.
Jiang Wu held her hand and saw a thin layer of sweat on her forehead: "Where have you gone?
"I'm going to practice. " "
Martial arts are the foundation for protecting my mother, and she cannot let them go to waste.
This is not the first day Jiang Wu has known her, so he naturally knows how hard she works in her martial arts. Although her heart aches, it can be seen that the child likes it and doesn't say much. What's wrong: "Call me next time and let me take a look. "
Mingzhu's eyes lit up and she readily agreed: "Okay. "As he spoke, he leaned closer to Jiang Wu and said, "Mother, I can also take you to play in the sky. "
They were saying this in front, and Mo Yangzhou, who was pushed to the back, followed helplessly.
Let's see, let's see, he said.
***
Chu Ling disappeared without leaving a word.
On the first day of the year, Chu Ling was there He saw a letter in his study, saying that if he wanted Jiang Wu to live, he would come alone.
There was no need to think about it, it must be a trap to kill the master, and the master must be the one. Went.
When Chu Yi found him, he saw corpses on the ground and a man who looked like he had lost his mind.
The man's black robe was stained with blood, and his sword was still dripping with blood. Then he pointed at the only remaining survivor.
The man in black kept retreating on the ground in fear, obviously frightened, and wanted to say something in a panic to save his life.
"Kill me ." , the master of the pavilion will not let your wife go. Realizing that Chu Ling's eyes were colder, he quickly changed his words, "If you kill me, you will never know where your wife is!" "
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