Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 432
"Stinky boy, you are ugly."

Although he was unhappy in his heart, it was his younger brother after all, not to mention that he was coaxing himself in such a unique way.

Mo Xiaowan couldn't bear to be really angry with him, so she knocked him on the head hard.

"On the anniversary of my mother's death, I can only be with you. If there is a next time, we will sever ties!"

"Oh, why did the stupid girl beat someone?"

Mo Qianlang was hurt by her beating, and deliberately pretended to be angry to please her.

"Knock me again, I'm so stupid by you!"

The uncle and nephew hidden in the woods watched from a distance, and felt that the way the siblings got along was very warm. He kept watching them holding hands and walking to Feng Zimo's grave.

Because Mo Jinluo and Ouyang Xue also appeared, Feng Yi was afraid that they would tamper with the Eight Princes' carriage, so he left Fengyue to watch the carriage.

As soon as Su Yi and Feng took the things to worship, they placed them in front of Feng Zimo's grave, lit another stick of incense, and retreated to the edge of the forest to stand far away, giving the siblings a space to be alone.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, you will never forget. There is no place to talk about the bleakness of a lonely grave thousands of miles away. Even if you meet each other, you should not know each other. Your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

Yelai Youmeng suddenly returns home, Xiaoxuan window, is dressing.Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears..."

Mo Xiaowan and Mo Qianlang knelt side by side in front of Feng Zimo's grave, softly reciting this poem of offering sacrifices to relatives, her tears rolling down like broken beads.

It's been almost seven years, and it's been almost seven years since my poor mother left her and Xiao Lang!

Every time I think of my mother's frowns and smiles, and her gentle temperament, but in order to protect their siblings, she can turn down her face like a madman and tear her face apart.

This kind of longing that is integrated into the flesh and blood can just be used in Su Shi's poem of offering sacrifices to his dead wife to cry out her desire and longing for Feng Zimo.

Mo Xiaowan poured the wine in the cup slowly in front of the grave, tightly held Mo Ganlang's hand, and lay down on the ground.

"Mother, Xiao Lang and I came to see you, is it cold underground?"

"Have a glass of wine to warm up!"

"Mother, we are very reluctant to part with you, but in that world, there is no Marquis of Weiyuan, and there is no need to face Mo Xiaocheng, and no one will wrong Mother to do things she doesn't want."

Mo Xiaowan was filled with grief, crying in pain: "Xiao Lang and I are fine, but I'm just worried that mother will be cold..."

"Stupid girl, it's useless to talk."

The people kneeling beside him were too sensational. Although the man bleeds but does not shed tears, Mo Qianlang's eyes are red, like a ruthless little beast.

He stretched out his hand and wiped away Mo Xiaowan's tears with his sleeve, then kowtowed hard three times.

"Mother, don't worry, Lang'er has grown into a man and will protect the stupid girl."

"Mother, the stupid girl and I are living a very good life. We entered Nanshan Academy together. One day, Lang'er will become famous and be as powerful as the Eight Kings. No one will be allowed to bully the stupid girl."

"By the way, mother, please forgive Lang'er. Lang'er is very distressed to see the stupid girl being bullied in Weiyuan Hou's mansion and being looked down upon every day. Knowing that grandpa is the mentor of the Eighth Prince, he has saved his life Well, so I took a gamble."

"It's Lang'er's fault to send the stupid girl to the Eighth Prince's Mansion on her own initiative. But Lang'er is still young and not strong enough. With the protection of the Eighth King, the stupid girl is doing well. When Lang'er is strong enough one day, she will definitely send the stupid girl Take out the Eight Princes' Mansion..."

When Mo Xiaowan heard him talking at first, tears were still dripping down her face. When Mo Qianlang said this, she turned her head abruptly and looked at him in surprise.

"Mo Qianlang..."

(End of this chapter)