Every day I just want to hold the fourth master's thigh tightly

Chapter 1743 The best consolation before death
"Xu'er..."

"Xu'er..."

She couldn't say any more words, she could only keep murmuring the name of the child who was integrated into her flesh and blood and missed the most in her life...

She is an ominous person. Even when he was young, when he was implicated because of her humble status, she would feel that she was sorry for him...

She always wants to give him the best, she wants to dedicate all her love, all that a mother can give and give to him without reservation... But this is the royal family, the majesty of the heavenly family never cares about anyone Human emotions, even the love of a mother for a son.

He was just born, so small, and he was hugged to Concubine Hui, and who knew the pain in her heart...

How many days and nights, just like now, she lay in bed and could not sleep at night, and she didn't even dare to die...

She gritted her teeth and survived, but she still couldn't give him the best life.

But he is so competitive, always sensible enough to make her feel bad...

He is the best son at this time, but she is not a mother who can give him a good enough life.

She has always been sorry for him, even if she is dead now, she is still dragging him down...

Concubine Liang closed her eyes and wept unceasingly. Her appearance of remorse and pain made this already frail old man even more vulnerable.

She cried bitterly, as if she could take her breath away at any time.

As soon as Ba Ye opened the door, he saw such a beautiful concubine.

I mourn in my heart.

It was as if a sharp knife was poking at his chest, his eyes were already flushed, but he had to clenched his fists and endured it with all his strength, even though he was in a mess, he still pretended to be indifferent as if nothing had happened .

He can't make Er Niang worry about him anymore, this is the last thing he can do.

But he just took a step, and he still couldn't help it.

Tears still overflowed under the control of his efforts, hanging in the corners of his eyes, hanging so hard that they couldn't fall, his bright black eyes were darkly moistened with tears at this time, and his depressive and forbearing appearance made people look extremely Distressed.

After a long time, he rolled his throat and said in an extremely hoarse and trembling voice: "Er Niang..."

Following these two words full of affection and pain, the teardrops that had been hanging in the eye sockets finally slid down their cheeks unbearably...

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Ba Ye walked over and knelt down beside Liang Concubine's couch, bowed his head in pain and cried:
"Emiang, it's my son who is incompetent, it's my son who is sorry for you..."

He had done thousands of calculations and thought that all the endings had been arranged, but he forgot about his mother-in-law.

During the past few months, he lived in fear and confusion, and actually forgot about Er Niang who lived alone in the palace...

Ba Ye looked painful and ashamed, he kept bowing his head and said in pain: "Emiang, it's my son who is not filial!"

As a son of man, you can't give the old man a happy and healthy old age. He is a son of man in vain, and he has read so many sage books in vain!
This is the worst part of him!

The eighth master was in great pain, but the concubine Liang was very excited when she heard his voice.

She has been crying every day these days, even crying every second, her eyes are so blurred that she is almost blind...

Hearing her son's voice at this moment seemed to be the best consolation for her before she died.

Concubine Liang felt that the Buddha had heard her pious plea and bestowed her last grace.

(End of this chapter)