The Qing Dynasty's Mingyue's Heart of a Good King

"Are you sure?" Outside the cave, Yan Lu asked Zhang Liang who was beside him.

"Master uncle and second brother, you both said that you should choose Zifang carefully, but now Zifang doesn't need to choose." Zhang Liang looked at Shimen: "I never fell in love with Shuzi, and I only fell in love with her because of responsibility. Now I put away all my burdens, and just want to be with Qing'er without distracting thoughts."

"It's over, you go in. Mo Chen is already waiting for you inside." Yan Lu looked at Zhang Liang who was walking in step by step, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Come here." Mo Chen, who was standing at the door of the stone house, glanced at Zhang Liang who came in and said coldly.

Zhang Liang followed him into the room, looking at the furnishings in the room, he froze for no reason: "Mochen, this joke is not funny at all, you should take me to see your mother!" Looking at Ling Ziqing's picture scroll and the incense candles and incense burners on the table, he said in a trembling voice.

Mo Chen took out a stick of incense, lit it on the candle, and brought it in front of him, coldly: "No one would make such a joke, burn the stick of incense to my mother!"

Zhang Liang took a few steps back unacceptably, his eyes widened and he shook his head: "It's not true, how could it be true, it won't be true, it won't..."

Mo Chen ignored his emotions at the moment, just bowed three times with the portrait of Xiang Chao in his hand, and then said calmly to the people behind him: "This portrait was made by the second uncle for your mother, and the portrait behind you The words on the stone wall are the tunes that my mother wrote for you five years ago."

Zhang Liang heard the words and turned around to look, only to see that sentence of unforgettable meaning wrote her life.Looking at the sad and weeping every single word, his vision was blurred.He begged Mo Chen in a low voice: "Let me see her, let me see Qing'er"

Mo Chen looked at it coldly for a while, then walked out of the stone house with a flick of his sleeves: "Let's go."

I just hope you can wake up your mother, or I will really kill you, you know?

The moment the door of the ice cave was opened, the cold air rushed towards the face.Zhang Liang walked in step by step with heavy steps, and stopped when he saw the ice coffin beside the tall plum tree.Looking at the person lying in the ice coffin hurt his eyes, and the white hair made his heart throb so hard that he could suffocate.

Mo Chen opened the ice cover and stood in a corner. He looked at Zhang Liang coldly: "Don't you want to see my mother? Why, now that we're here, you dare not see her?"

Zhang Liang walked forward step by step with trembling body, but it seemed to be too far away for him. "How could this be?" He walked to the ice coffin and asked choked up, stroking that cold face.

"Aren't you the clearest about this?" Mo Chen clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves. "Three thousand hairs turned white, just because you shattered my mother's last hope."

Mo Chen took a deep breath: "You hurt mother because of that woman, do you know where your palm hit? Your palm full of inner strength just hit mother's heart, you know that means What? Huh?"

"Woo..." Zhang Liang wept miserably, he was the one who killed Qing'er, it was him who killed Qing'er... Broken hairpin, hurt body by love, turned white hair... It was actually caused by him: "Qing'er... Ovary came to see you, Qing'er..."

The tears from crying gradually turned into weeping blood tears, and the blood red tears dripped down Ling Ziqing's face like rain of tears. "The ovary is wrong... woo...Qing'er, the ovary is wrong..."

"Don't sleep, okay? Qing'er's ovary is back, so don't sleep, okay? Huh..." Zhang Liang caressed the strands of white hair obsessively, and explained anxiously: "The ovary has not been abandoned. Qing'er, Zifang didn't marry her. After you left that day, I chased Qing'er out, what Zifang said is true..."

"Qing'er, be good, Qing'er wakes up, okay? Zifang will always be with Qing'er and never leave again, and I won't go there, just stay with Qing'er. Hehe... I know that Qing'er must be angry with Zifang Right? As long as the ovary makes Qing'er happy, you will wake up, right?" Zhang Liang would cry, be fooled, and laugh lying on the side of the ice coffin.

Mo Chen's pupils shrank suddenly: Could it be that he is crazy...

"Please, Qing'er, Zifang, please, wake up, okay? Qing'er..." Zhang Liang caressed that cold cheek foolishly, and murmured.