Devious emperor's gossip concubine

The blood was sprayed on Liu wuhuai's face. Liu wuhuai could hardly open his eyes. When he heard Su Moqing talking about his brother, he suddenly felt regretful.

"Tell me, where is Yeming flower!" Liu wuhuai pulled up Su Moqing and kept asking.

Su Moqing shook his head and his eyes gradually relaxed. "No, there are no night flowers in the world, no..." if there were, he would have saved Xueqi. How could he let her leave like this.

Liu wuhuai was almost crazy, "you lied to me!"

Su Moqing fell to the ground, looked at some crazy Liu wuhuai and said, "I lied to you, ha ha, I lied to you. The night night flowers will bloom, but you can't wait until then..."

After that, Su Moqing closed his eyes.

Liu wuhuai looked at Su Moqing on the ground, his heart was constantly aching, and even his eyelids twitched unconsciously, "burn here, burn here, go back!"

He still has Su Qingqing in his hand. Su Moqing doesn't want to say it. Shangguan Junlin will say it! Thinking of this, Liu wuhuai resolutely turned and left. Behind him, a fire lit up from the pen and ink studio.

Before Su Xiaoxiao arrived at Su's mansion, he saw thick black smoke rising from Su's mansion. Su Xiaoxiao flew into the pen and ink studio because it was the place with the most dense smoke.

"Dad!"

"Dad!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked around. There was no su Moqing. Where the hell is it? Wear it! Last time she found Su Moqing in wear time house. Yes, wear time house.

"Dad!"

"Dad..."

Before Su Xiaoxiao finished shouting, he saw a figure sitting at the stone table. Su Xiaoxiao walked in slowly, then slowly relieved. Fortunately, Su Moqing is fine.

"Dad, let's leave quickly." after saying that, Su Xiaoxiao will help Su Moqing.

Su Moqing held out his hand to stop Su Xiaoxiao. "Qing'er, since your mother died, my father hasn't talked to you well. Let's talk to our father and daughter tonight." after that, he motioned Su Xiaoxiao to sit down.

Looking at the thick smoke in the pen and ink studio, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. There's nothing wrong with Su Moqing's tone of voice. It's getting dark. She can't see Su Moqing clearly, but she should be fine.

"Dad, let's leave first, and then talk slowly about what we want to say later. Our daughters accompany you and say, let's leave first." Su Xiaoxiao doesn't know why, inexplicably worried, and his uneasiness continues to expand in the dark.

Su Moqing smiled, took Su Xiaoxiao's hand and said, "Qing'er, Dad hasn't told you about your mother."

"Dad... We... You can talk to me slowly in the future, and I will listen all the time."

"Qing'er," Su Moqing smiled and said, "your mother told me to take good care of you before she died, but my father still didn't do it. Qing'er, do you think your mother will blame my father?"

Su Xiaoxiao tried to smile and said, "of course not. There is nothing better than dad in the world. My mother should blame me for not listening to Dad. Dad, let's leave."

"Qing'er, Dad can't go."

Su Xiaoxiao took her hand and was full of strength. It didn't look like she couldn't walk.

"Dad, what are you talking about? Are you reluctant to give up your antiques? Don't worry. When you leave Kyoto, I'll ask someone to buy them for you again. There will be a pen and ink studio where you live. I'll give you whatever you want...".

Before the latter words were finished, Su Xiaoxiao noticed that there was a feeling of thick and wet on his hands.

"... dad."

"Qing'er." Su Moqing's voice gradually weakened. "Dad has always been sorry for your mother. This time, Dad can make amends to her." until this moment, Su Moqing knew that no matter how long time passed, his favorite person was the one who had left him in the palace.

"Dad, you can't..." Su Xiaoxiao was flustered. Why is Su Moqing's hand getting colder and colder? There must be a way. By the way, medicine and medicine!

Although white clothes may not be an antidote to her, it must have a life-saving effect. There must be some.

"Dad, come and take this medicine." Su Moqing took the medicine given to her by Bai Yi out of her arms.

Su Moqing pushed the medicine away and said, "Qing'er, Dad can't..."

"No," Su Xiaoxiao wiped his tears with his hand, poured out the medicine, smiled hard and said, "Dad, you'll be fine if you take this medicine."

Su Moqing listened to the sobbing sound in her ear and finally took the medicine.

The smell of the medicine gradually came into Su Moqing's nose. Su Moqing smelled the medicine and changed color in vain. He grabbed Su Xiaoxiao with his hand, "Qing'er, go... Leave, leave Kyoto... Don't come back..."

"Dad! Dad!"

Su Moqing's blood spewed out of his mouth and almost tried his best to catch Su Xiaoxiao. His eyes gradually relaxed, but his words kept repeating, "Qing'er, go... Leave Kyoto... Leave Nongchen..."

The hand was still held tightly, but the cold feeling came constantly. Su Xiaoxiao whispered, "Dad."