Broken mountains and rivers: Sushou restores the universe

Chapter 159 The culprit
I saw Wei Ying's small face with a dull expression, the red blood in her eyes and the black and blue eyes showed that she didn't sleep well last night, and it was even possible that she didn't sleep all night.

Her slightly parted lips were dry and cracked, probably because she hadn't eaten a drop of water or eaten a grain of rice since she escaped from the Duke's Palace until now.

Wei Ying stared blankly at the many people talking in low voices, every smiling face she saw hurt her heart.

You see, how happy they are laughing. They must all have healthy parents and their family and country are still there, right?

Unlike her, Wei Ying, who lost her mother who loved her the most while her country was ruined and her family was destroyed.

that warm person...

If from the very beginning, Father Jun hadn't been blinded by the treacherous villain, and hadn't been sapped by the beauties of dancing and music, if he had never fallen, he wouldn't have ruined Weiguo because of his stupidity.

If he had successfully scared Shen Muyu away when he came to propose marriage, if Junfu hadn't entered into a marriage contract with Shen Guo, if Junfu had listened to his persuasion and hadn't sent troops to help Shen Muyu secure the throne in mid-winter.

If his attitude was tougher when Shen Guo's army invaded the Duke's Palace, he would forcefully take his mother away and flee with her.

If he had told his mother early, he had already figured out the escape route and arranged all the plans.Tell her that she has never been her own drag, only her own help.

……

If that's the case, wouldn't my mother drink poisoned wine in front of her...

Every time Wei Ying thought of a what-if, her heart ached, and the tears flowed out without knowing when, across her cheeks, leaving a shallow imprint.

How can this be?How did things become like this?

Mother is still so young, why did she leave this world suddenly?

In the long years to come, Wei Ying will never see that warm person again, nor hear her gentle voice and smiling scolding.There is no one in this world who will take her emotions into heart, and will not care about how much she eats, what she wears, whether she is hungry or cold.

Apart from herself, the only person in the world who clearly knew what she liked to eat, what she didn't like to eat, what she liked to wear, and what she didn't like to wear was gone.

The voice and smile are still in her mind, but it's a pity that such a warm and beautiful face will never appear vividly in front of her eyes.

Wei Ying's chest was suffocated for a while, and the severe pain in her heart made her almost suffocate.

She was panting heavily, and lines of clear tears welled up in her lifeless eyes, but she bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, suppressing all the whimpering.

She held her head in her hands, lowered her head deeply, and let the tears drip onto the table while avoiding the eyes of others.

Perhaps because she had been psychologically prepared, she was not too sad to accept Weiying's defeat of the country.But she couldn't let go of her mother's death, and left a huge hatred in her heart.

She hated Ji Tongfang, who caused the collapse of Weiguo, and even her father.She hated Shen, Jin, and Chen, hated Shen's army that invaded the Duke's Palace, and...

Shen Muyu!The culprit who caused my mother to drink poisoned wine!
Wei Ying's eyes were stained with a fierce hatred, and they were scarlet red.She lowered her voice, gritted her teeth and said to herself: "Shen, Mu, Yu! One day, I will let you die without a place to bury you!!"

The voice was too angry, and a huge hatred flooded into Wei Ying's eyes like a tide, casting a layer of shadow over her once bright and flamboyant eyes.It also completely submerged the white shadow standing tall and tall under the moonlight in my heart.

Maybe Wei Ying will never remember that night when the full moon was bright, they met in the thousands of criss-crossing roads in the fate maze, and they became the people who were destined to be destined in the legend.

At that time, the watery moonlight and the light were intertwined, reflecting the man's tall and straight figure like a pine tree, his white clothes light as snow, with a slight smile on his lips, and he said softly——

"What a coincidence."

(End of this chapter)