The Seventh Bride of President

Today is different from the past, the Northern War, Mo Zhongtian died suddenly, the funeral is very simple, just invited the master from Tianen temple, seven days later, he was buried.

In addition, a graveyard was selected, far away from Su Wan's grave, and not buried together.

When the crowd dispersed, Mo Lingyuan took her to worship Su Wan again. On the way back, Chu Yunyao asked, "why do you want to hide from me after you know that Jinyu's death may be related to Qin zhirou?"

"I'm afraid you can't bear it." Mo Lingyuan held her hand: "some truth, a person knows enough."

Mo Jinyu was generous in her whole life and never did anything bad. She managed to cure her heart disease, but she lost her life in order to repair her son and died in her own mother's hands. Anyone who knew about it would sigh.

What's more, Chu Yunyao is as close to Mo Jinyu as his elder brother.

Chu Yunyao thought that Mo Jinyu had come to such an end because of Xiuer, and she was still in a muddle.

Mo Lingyuan's affairs are busy, but he doesn't want chu Yunyao to see Qin zhirou in the governor's mansion. He simply takes Chu Yunyao and Siyu back to his residence.

Chu Yunyao gave her baby to the nurse, "Lingyuan, go ahead and help you. I want to see bao'er."

"Good." Mo Lingyuan nodded.

Still a little uneasy, he followed her and watched her enter the moon Pavilion. Then he took Siyu back to Chuxing building.

He knew that she would not be able to extricate herself from the pain for a while and a half. She needed to be alone.

Chu Yunyao is sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping baby, suddenly red eyes.

"Honey, why didn't I sleep? Maybe I was the one who was injured and fell asleep at the beginning. Maybe the later things would not happen. I would rather lie on the bed without knowing anything than watch the close people leave me one by one.

Jinyu left, Xiuer was taken to the south, Lingwei for Xiuer, also followed in the past.

Foreign invasion, once the power of treason, Ling Yuan in trouble, he needs help.

Now Mo Zhongtian suddenly passed away, I know Ling Yuan is also very sad, but the more he pretends to be calm in front of me, the more uncomfortable I feel.

I know he just doesn't want me to see his helplessness and pain, but my heart is also bitter, baby. "

Chu Yunyao holds bao'er's hand, her eyes closed, her forehead against the back of her hand, and her suppressed sobs spread low in her bedroom: "there is no fairness in this world. Why does Jinyu come to such an end?

It's all my fault, baby, it's all my fault....

she really can't find anyone to talk to. She can only come to baby, even though she knows that baby can't respond to her at all...

"you're not wrong, miss." It's like the sound of a mosquito.

Chu Yunyao thought that she was listening, and she paused.

"It's not your fault, miss." The sound was a little clearer, as if the dying man had expended all his strength.

Chu Yunyao's long eyelashes were shaking, and she felt that her hand in her palm seemed to move. She slowly raised her head, looked for the source of her voice, and looked at bao'er's face, which was supposed to be sleeping...

a pair of big round eyes, half closed and shining like obsidian, were quietly looking at her.

Chu Yunyao:...

Chu Yunyao blinked in disbelief.

Blinked again.

The surging tears at the bottom of the eyes spread out in a flash, and the original clear vision suddenly became blurred...

the eyes were full of tears