Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 561 Dad
Wronged, people reveal their true nature when they are drunk, how kind, simple and lovely her nature is.

So, he insisted: "I didn't kill it, absolutely not."

But her heart was full of emptiness, could it be that she was really drunk and killed her?
But Yan Hongyi said: "Baiyun said that she was drunk, and it was impossible for her to have such a wound when she was drunk. I saw that hair was embedded in the wound, indicating that the person who hurt someone cut the dead man's hand with hair. Even the wounds on the wrist and neck were so flat that they must have been cut by hair. "

Meng Baiyun was surprised: "Even when I am awake, I may not be able to cut off a person's head with a strand of hair if I try my best."

She also has this ability when she is insane, but every time she is insane, there will be the most obvious feedback on her body, that is, those black lines criss-crossing the fields, but she doesn't have it when she wakes up in the morning, that is, she has never been insane.

Zhong Ning is obviously willing to believe the two of them, but he is still brooding over the matter of the two of them drinking flower wine. In other words, he just harbors resentment towards Yan Hongyi alone: ​​"That person has strong inner strength, neither Baiyun, that's it."

"I was on my way back then, didn't I tell you, Baiyun, explain to me what I did that night."

It was like pulling down a life-saving straw, Zhong Ning had had enough of treating him coldly these days.

He didn't do anything, and stayed with Bai Yun.

On the contrary, he really went to a certain concubine to have a meal and stayed until midnight. Speaking of which, who should be more suspicious?

These two, really!

Meng Baiyun felt that he really needed to tell Yan Hongyi, so that Zhong Ning wouldn't get a lump in his heart.

So, telling the truth about what happened that night, Zhong Ning's gloomy expression finally dissipated little by little, and in the end, only a trace of awkwardness between himself and himself remained.

"Don't think that if you don't do anything, I will be able to appease you."

You, of course, have nothing to do with Meng Baiyun.

Yan Hongyi looked sad: "Then what do you want to do to me, or you will kill me."

Zhong Ning frowned suddenly, his fingers trembled, as if he was angry.

Meng Baiyun felt that he shouldn't have come.

If she wants to ask, why not go to the government office to ask, to see the convenience of the autopsy report made by that guy, what are you doing here, and to see the two "show affection".

She was alone, she was fed a handful of dog food this morning, and now she came to eat another handful.

Forgive her.

So, I pretended to be unwell and had to go to the toilet to pee.

All quarrels that are not aimed at breaking up are a show of affection.

In the room, there are only two people.

Meng Baiyun came out of Weiyang Palace and was in a daze for a while.

She seemed to see a familiar figure, she chased after a few steps, and that person was right in front.

"Hey, wait."

The man stopped.

The two words stuck in his throat trembled slightly.

When the man turned around, her tears had already burst out of the embankment silently.

"calls me?"

The man in front of him, about forty years old, wearing a bodyguard uniform, looked at her suspiciously.

"dad!"

"I don't call you Dad, may I call you a girl?"

When he met in the palace, although the other party was not wearing a palace uniform, he was well-dressed, and he might have come to attack the visiting concubine or the concubine's female relatives, so he did not dare to be negligent in his tone.

Especially seeing the other party crying like this, I feel a little helpless.

Meng Baiyun's tears couldn't stop falling, and she wanted to throw herself into this person's arms and cry loudly, telling how rough she had been through these years, how hard it was to love someone, and how lonely she is now alone .

However, it was just a face that looked [-]% similar, and she knew that the person in front of her was not her father.

Her father died, died of her incompetence.

The fragments of the exploded bathtub pierced the main artery in his neck. As a doctor, she fainted because she couldn't even make a call for help because of the bloodsickness.

When she woke up again, the difference between heaven and man, she regretted all her life, and every time she dreamed back at midnight, she felt that her inaction at that time killed her father, and she felt guilty and remorseful, so she forced herself to transfer from the psychology department to the obstetrics and gynecology department .

It is a place to welcome life, and it is also a place to face blood.

After so many operations, she pricked her thigh with a sharp scalpel, forced herself to remain calm and sober, and warned herself that what she was holding was fresh lives that had just come into this world.

She punished herself in this way, but her father would not come back.

Dad, how much she wanted to tell him, I'm sorry.

The tears fell more urgently, and the person in front of him was also more nervous.

"Girl, girl."

"You, do you have a daughter?"

She asked with a sob.

He was slightly taken aback, then smiled kindly and gently: "Yes, there is a daughter who just got married last year."

"You, are you a good cook?"

He was dazed again, a little puzzled why the little girl in front of him would ask such a question, but he shook his head embarrassingly: "No, I have a virtuous wife who never lets me cook."

"You, don't you belong here?"

She had a certain hope in her heart, hoping that her father would also pass through, and that the person in front of her was her father.

But he was even more surprised: "What do you mean, girl? I'm from here. I've been working in the palace for more than ten years."

not him.

It's just that similar face, how can she not feel sad.

She really seemed to call her father and tell him all her grievances.

In the end, he just wiped away his tears sadly, apologized in a low voice, and turned to leave.

"girl."

He suddenly caught up a few steps.

"kindness?"

Meng Baiyun turned around, and a blue cotton handkerchief was put into his palm: "Although I don't know why you are crying, but take it, wipe your tears, it is clean, my wife put it in my pocket this morning, I have never used it .”

"You really have a virtuous wife."

He smiled shyly.

"You are very happy."

He smiled even wider.

"Thank you."

Meng Baiyun shook the handkerchief in his hand.

Saying goodbye, she walked towards the Nangong Gate, crossed the Taihe Bridge, walked through the long Yongxiang, and exited the palace gate. She stared blankly at the handkerchief in her hand, neither crying nor laughing.

When she returned to the Dragon Mansion and entered the room, she still looked absent-minded.

After sending all the maids out, she sat on the edge of the desk and spread out a proclamation.

There is her homemade pencil in the pen container, and on the rice paper, she began to carefully draw the loving face in her memory.

When she was growing up, the role of mother was very weak, because in her life from childhood to adulthood, all the big and small things were arranged by her father.

(End of this chapter)