Please don't see, please don't see

When Mo Lingfeng opened his eyes, he found himself submerged in the bitterly cold river water. He was full of fear of the water, but he found that his limbs were tied up and could not move, and his mouth was tightly bound. Plug it tight.

He desperately wanted to break free, but the rope seemed to be under a spell. The harder he tried, the tighter the binding became, until he was about to use up his last breath.

"Miss, is this okay?" The little maid Mei Qing's trembling voice penetrated the water and reached Mo Lingfeng's ears.

"Before, he didn't take the bait after all the tricks. Now, besides his death, which way can I go?" The voice of his fiancée Su Zi was so indifferent, without any emotion.

Although Mo Lingfeng was not very enthusiastic about Su Zi, he thought that the two of them treated each other as a respectful guest when they got along on weekdays, without any reservations, but at this moment, her cold voice really made Mo Lingfeng's heart cold from the inside out. A transparent.

"The second son once promised me that as long as I can make him fall in love with me with all his heart, the second son will marry me immediately. Whoever keeps him from taking the bait, now I can only do this." Su Zi continued.

"Actually, miss, the young master treats you well on weekdays, and you have already killed Mrs. Mo, and now... it seems a bit not so good." Mei Qing's voice became even deeper.

"Mei Qing, you talk too much, what does he mean to me? Forget it, I, Su Zi, don't need his charity, hum." Su Zi roared angrily, without the slightest demeanor that a prime minister's lady should have. .

Mother was actually killed by her?

Mo Lingfeng felt that maybe he heard it wrong. If his mother was killed by Su Zi, then his maid Chunlan... wouldn't she have been wronged then?

Mo Lingfeng struggled desperately, hoping to get out of the water and ask the person what happened, but his body became heavier and heavier, and the dazzling sunlight in front of him gradually dimmed, until everything was turned into darkness, and the world was completely silent.

This year he is 22 years old.

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Although the Mo family in the capital is a businessman, they are well-known by everyone, not for anything else, because Mo Lingfeng, the eldest son of the Mo family, has written more than ten thousand articles, and is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially Guqin, which is praised by the world. There is a wonderful way to play butterflies and pick the moon, but it is a pity that he likes to be quiet since he was a child, so many people only hear his name but have not seen him.

Half a year ago, the emperor gave Mo Lingfeng a marriage for some reason, and the woman was Su Zi, the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Su's family.

"The young master is still awake, madam, you'd better come back later."

Mo Lingfeng seemed to have fallen asleep, and he seemed to hear the voice of the servant girl Chunlan again in a trance. He felt that his soul had probably wandered to the underworld, otherwise, where did the voice of Chunlan come from?

"He has been in a coma for three days and three nights, why hasn't he woke up, why is he trying to kill me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft sob sounded in Mo Lingfeng's ears, and then a pair of warm and soft hands grabbed him tightly. It was his mother's voice, and those were his mother's hands.

Mo Lingfeng slowly opened his eyes. Apart from the severe pain from his calf, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his nose and throat. He wanted to cough but couldn't.

"Ma'am, the young master is awake, the young master is awake."

Chunlan's cry awakened Mo Lingfeng's chaotic consciousness, and he couldn't help but look around.

It's like your own room.

It's like your own bed.

The mother sitting by the bed was still the same as before, but her eyes were filled with tears, which made the originally beautiful cheeks a little haggard.

Everything was so familiar, and the familiarity made him doubt everything around him.

Are you dreaming?If so, why is the pain in the calf so clear?Mother's breath is so strong?

Mo Lingfeng held his mother's hand instead, and that familiar soft and warm feeling immediately flooded his heart.

How long has it been since you felt this way?Since my mother passed away at the age of 21, I have never felt such affection again.

"Feng'er, are you awake?" Yu Lin said happily

Mo Lingfeng sat up slowly, and said in a vague voice: "Mother...Chunlan..."

Yu Lin wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked joyfully, "Feng'er, does the injury on your leg still hurt? You don't know, this time you really scared my mother to death."

"Mother, I'm fine. Where's Su Zi?" Mo Lingfeng still couldn't help coughing twice, and then the pain in his calf made him gasp.

"What's the matter, it's only been three days since I saw you, young master, it's been three autumns?" Chunlan was also happy to see the young master woke up, so she couldn't help but pursed her lips and said with a smile.

"Feng'er, you, don't worry about Zi'er. Since you fell off the cliff, she has been by your side almost every night. No, I just asked her to rest."

Yu Lin's words did not bring Mo Lingfeng's gratitude, Su Zi kept guarding her every step, just wanted to see when he would die, so that she could marry the second son with peace of mind.

Mo Lingfeng suppressed the anger in his heart, pretended to lower his head calmly and said, "Really?"

"Master, if you want to see Miss Su, Chunlan will call for you." Chunlan turned and walked out of the room as she spoke.

"Yes, yes, Chunlan, hurry up and tell Zi'er that Feng'er has woken up." Yu Lin said and waved vigorously at Chunlan.

"Yes."

Mo Lingfeng let Yu Lin sit on the bed, he was already very sure of the piercing pain coming from his calf, as well as what his mother said and did - he was reborn, until he was 20 years old. Before getting out of hand.

He still remembers that falling off the cliff made him unconscious for three days and three nights. After waking up, he knew nothing about what happened when he fell.

But now he understands everything. He fell off the cliff only because Su Zi failed to seduce him, so she stumbled and fell. Maybe it was because of this slip that she changed her plan. Many people either disappeared or died tragically.

"Chunlan, forget it, I'm not in a hurry to see her." Mo Lingfeng just wanted to think of a way to deal with her first, and didn't want to see her right now.

"Feng'er, what's wrong?" Yu Lin asked in surprise.

His mother's worry and concern warmed Mo Lingfeng's heart, his eyes lightly brushed past his mother, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "It's all right."

"Feng, are you finally awake?" Su Zi's voice floated leisurely into the room through the window lattice.Then a figure in a red satin brocade dress entered the room lightly.

Mo Lingfeng glanced at Su Zi, saw her pretense of posturing, her hypocritical anxiety, he couldn't help but snorted coldly in his heart: such an obvious falsehood, why didn't he realize it at all?

"Feng, you finally woke up, you really scared me to death." Holding a handkerchief, Su Zi wiped the tears that seemed to be absent from the corners of her eyes.

"Really? I wonder if Ms. Su wants Ling Feng to wake up, or does she want me to never wake up?" Mo Lingfeng's voice was not high, but it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly. The dissatisfaction and disgusting tone made everyone stunned, and a trace of embarrassment spread quietly.

Mo Lingfeng's words blocked Su Zi's originally made-up rhetoric abruptly, making her eye circles even redder, and she looked pitiful, but she still couldn't hide the slightly embarrassed look in her eyes .

Although Yu Lin looked a little puzzled, she immediately got up and walked to Su Zi, took Su Zi's shoulders, and said affectionately: "Zi'er, I have really made things difficult for you these two days. If it wasn't for you, how could Feng'er do this?" Woke up so quickly. He just woke up from this wind, but his mind is still muddled, and what he said can't be taken seriously, can't be taken seriously."

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