Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 1482 Sister Jingxue, Teach Me Kung Fu 2
"Since I'm scared, why do you go to the general's mansion alone? Do you know how dangerous it is? If it wasn't for the fact that I just couldn't sleep tonight and saw you sneaking out of the mansion over the wall, I don't know what the consequences would be." Mu Rong Jingxue said earnestly: "If you are so reckless, something will happen sooner or later, do you know that?"

An Yiru raised her head from Murong Jingxue's arms, blinked at Murong Jingxue, and said after a while, "Sister Jingxue, since you are worried about me, can you teach me kung fu?"

After what happened last time, Ning Xuan and Simiao stopped teaching her kung fu. Every time Simiao practiced kung fu, they avoided her and refused to let her follow each time. She was very depressed. It would be great if Sister Xue learned Kung Fu.

Murong Jingxue was dumbfounded, this girl, after today, she hasn't learned how to be good, yet she still wants to learn kung fu?
"I just saw that your kung fu is very good. If I can have your kung fu, then it will not be easy for me to want the general's mansion, and it will be much easier to kill that person."

The person she was talking about, Murong Jingxue, naturally knew who it was. Seeing the hatred in An Yiru's eyes, Murong Jingxue couldn't help sighing, Yiru's hatred for Sima Zhennan was too deep.

"Yiru, the reason why you took the risk to break into the general's mansion is to kill that person?"

An Yiru nodded vigorously: "Of course, I must kill him." Immediately, she belatedly remembered: "Sister Jingxue, do you know too? Did Doctor Ning tell you?"

Murong Jingxue didn't answer her question, but said worriedly: "Yiru, that person is your biological father no matter what, you..."

Before he finished speaking, An Yiru interrupted him angrily, gnashing his teeth: "I don't have a father like him, if it wasn't for him, my grandfather wouldn't die, my uncle wouldn't die, and neither would my mother." I will die, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be an orphan, I’m alone and living in someone else’s house, all this is thanks to him, I hate him.” After finishing speaking, he clenched his fists and made a creaking sound, The veins on the back of the hand burst out.

"Yiru, you are still young, and many things are not what you think." Murong Jingxue knelt down, held An Yiru's hand, and said slowly: "Your grandfather and your uncle are Nana. Zhao's general, and your father..."

"He's not my father." An Yiru corrected angrily.

Murong Jingxue sighed: "Well, General Sima is a general of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Nanzhao and Eastern Jin are two different dynasties. They have their missions. On the battlefield, there are no brothers, no parents, only war, yours Grandfather and your uncle have to fight to protect their homeland and relatives on the battlefield, and General Sima also has to fight to protect his relatives and those who are important to him. The result is either you die or I die, so they are not wrong."

"None of them are wrong, so what about my mother? What's wrong with my mother?" An Yiru asked with tears in her eyes: "What about me? What's wrong with me? Why did you treat me like this?"

Murong Jingxue hugged An Yiru into her arms at once, she was suddenly speechless to herself, and went to tell a ten-year-old child about national hatred and family hatred.

What she said was correct, her mother was not wrong, General Sima was not wrong, and she was not wrong, all of this is God's will, good fortune tricks people. .

(End of this chapter)