On the wedding night, Concubine Doctor took two cute treasures and blew up the palace

Chapter 891 Exposure
Mo Yan's heart tightened. This girl really recognized him. He couldn't help but panic, "Princess Princess..."

"Don't call me princess!" Little Steamed Dumpling suddenly shouted unhappily, her fists trembling slightly. She tried hard to hold back her tears, her eyes were red because she didn't want to cry in front of Mo Yan.

"Although I'm not as careful as my sister, I stayed alone with you for more than two months in Xiye. I still remember many things about you clearly!"

"You like to touch our heads and remember what we like to eat and what we don't like to eat. You are very good at chess and kung fu. I can't beat you. It was like this more than two years ago and it is still like this now."

"But now I really want to beat you up and make you apologize to your mother and your great-uncle!"

After saying that, she pressed her lips tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, with a stubborn look on her face, refusing to show weakness.

Mo Yan suddenly had a lump in his throat. Looking at the little steamed dumplings, he couldn't help but said softly, "Little steamed dumplings, I..."

"Don't try to deny it!" Little Steamed Dumpling suddenly pointed at his right hand, "I know that you are as smart as Little Baozi. You can quickly turn around when things happen and you can get through it with me."

"But I can never admit that the scar on your hand is wrong. It was the injury you suffered to save your mother when you thought she was in the burning hall."

She choked up a little and turned her head away, not wanting Mo Yan to see her vulnerable side.

It's been so long since she last saw him, and she desperately wanted to forget him, but when she really saw him, she still felt depressed and uncomfortable. Why didn't he continue to play the role of a bad guy again, why did he continue to protect her...

Mo Yan looked at the steamed dumplings noncommittally, the distress and self-blame in his eyes clearly visible.

He thought about countless possibilities of revealing his identity, but he never thought that Xiaozizi Dumpling would be the first to recognize him, just because of the scar on his hand.

But at this moment, the joy in his heart was far greater than the panic after being exposed. After all, Xiao Zhanjiao and he had been getting along day and night for two full months in Xiye, and the father and daughter knew each other better.

"I'm sorry, little steamed dumpling." Mo Yan stopped pretending and held his daughter tightly in his arms, feeling the feeling of her daughter in his arms. His cold white hands clenched tightly, and his thin lips trembled. There were so many things he wanted to say. .

But thousands of words eventually turn into one sentence.

"I know you are angry, and I know you are unwilling to forgive me, but can you help me hide this secret for the time being and prevent your mother from knowing it?"

If Nan Wanyan knew that he was Gu Mohan now, I'm afraid there would be no room for redemption between them...

This long-lost embrace was warm and strong, and the little steamed dumpling froze in Mo Yan's arms, feeling indescribably sad and uncomfortable.

But soon, she struggled hard and kept chanting, "Don't hug me! I don't want you to hug me!"

"You are so bad, you bully my mother, and you even killed my uncle. I, I don't want to be held by you!"

"Do you know how much my mother has suffered in the past two years or so, but what about you, where are you?!"

"We are all going to forget you, what are you doing here now!"

She thought he would never appear again. When she heard others say that he was seriously injured on the battlefield, she cried and worried for a long time.

But every time she thought of her great-uncle who passed away, she felt that she could not forgive him or just forget about the past.

Little Steamed Dumpling slapped Mo Yan's chest hard, biting his lips red but still holding back tears. He accidentally patted the wound on his left upper arm. Mo Yan let out a muffled groan. Little Steamed Dumpling's heart suddenly tightened and he stopped struggling. So awesome. "Let me go!"

Mo Yan was not willing to let go. Instead, he hugged Little Steamed Dumpling tighter and rested his chin on the top of Little Steamed Dumpling's head. His eyes were red and filled with deep sorrow and regret.

He kept soothing softly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

This scene is very similar to the time when he found the steamed dumplings after the fire.

The past events reappeared one after another, and Mo Yan's mind was complicated and deep, almost breaking his guard.

But thinking about his narrow escape on the battlefield, he relied on his will and longing for his wife and daughter to survive. Now that the child is in his arms, how could he be willing to let go.

The little steamed dumpling pouted in his arms, her whole body tense, unwilling to reveal her inner feelings so easily.

"Tell me, did you kill my great-uncle back then?"

Mo Yan's pupils suddenly became cold and deep, he let go of her slightly, looked into her eyes, and said in a sincere tone without any falsehood, "I have my reasons, but it's not my intention."

"When I saw someone trying to hurt your mother, I shot an arrow, but I didn't expect that he would also notice it, so I hurt him by accident."

He couldn't defend anything, but there were some truths that he would always say, but he couldn't explain such complicated things to his child, and she couldn't understand them. It was enough to prove that he didn't mean it.

It turns out it’s really not him!Fortunately, fortunately it's not him...

Little Steamed Dumpling's nose was sore, and tears rolled out of her eyes. She sobbed, "Even if this is the case, I won't help you. You owe your mother too much, you bad guy!"

During this period of separation, my mother suffered so much, the two brothers longed for their father, and she and Xiaobaozi...

She angrily bit him hard on the arm. Mo Yan felt the pain and let go. The little steamed dumpling took the opportunity to escape from his arms. He wiped his tears hard, turned around, jumped off the carriage and ran away in the direction of Nan Wanyan. .

Can't she help herself?She has been confirmed, is she going to tell Nan Wanyan the truth now?
Mo Yan's mind was echoing with the last words left by Xiaozizi Dumpling, and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

He couldn't help but look up out of the window, but couldn't find the little steamed dumpling. He could only see the shadows of the trees and the shadows of a few guards.

Great uneasiness arose in his heart. He understood that now was not the time to reveal his identity. Based on Nan Wanyan's current attitude towards him, if he exposed his identity, not only would he be unable to recover anything, but he would also be driven out of her completely. life.

This was the lightest punishment he could think of.

But if Little Steamed Dumpling really wanted to confess, there was nothing he could do.

After all, everything in the past happened because of him.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan closed his eyes deeply and calmed down his complicated emotions.

He stood up and stepped out of the carriage, preparing to face Nan Wanyan's anger and hatred...

(End of this chapter)