Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 1197 Father and son meet, not like in the past 2
While Murong Simiao and Murong Lianxue were talking, they had already arrived at the Flower Hall. Murong Tianyun stood in the middle of the hall with his hands behind his back, looking at the door. When he saw Murong Lianxue and Murong Lianxue coming in, his expression flickered A little unnatural.

Murong Yixue glared at Murong Simiao, then said to Murong Tianyun, "Father."

"Don't talk yet." Murong Tianyun interrupted in a cold voice, regardless of Murong Yixue's extremely angry face, she took a few steps forward, stood in front of Murong Simiao, stared at Murong Simiao, "Simiao."

Murong Simiao raised her small face to look at Murong Tianyun, her face was calm.

When Murong Tianyun saw Murong Simiao, he had mixed feelings in his heart. It would be a lie to say that he had no feelings for Murong Simiao at all. After all, he had a father-son relationship with him for ten years. I have always grown him up like a jewel in the palm of my hand, afraid of flying away in my hands, afraid of melting in my mouth, but in the end... .

When he knew the final result, his heart was cold. He had paid for his son for others for many years.

But seeing him now, looking at the calmness in his eyes, it was like looking at a stranger's eyes, his heart was aching and bleeding. .

"Your mother, how is she?" After a long while, she asked intermittently.

With a sneer in his eyes, Murong Simiao looked at him coldly, moved his lips, and said three words, "She's dead."

Murong's eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back unconsciously, "She died? When did it happen?"

Murong Simiao sneered, and looked at him so calmly, as if looking at a stranger, her tone was also very cold, "If you hadn't kicked her out, she wouldn't have died."

Murong Tianyun lowered his head, he was angry at the time, anyone would feel uncomfortable knowing that the son he raised for ten years was not his own, and no one would be able to bear it.

"Si Miao..." Murong Tianyun called out, but at the moment he didn't know what to say. Looking at the way he spoke just now, he was able to calmly face his mother's death. He couldn't figure it out. What exactly did he go through to make him become what he is now, "Then where do you live now?"

Without his mother by his side, he was alone, and it was hard for him to imagine what he had gone through.

Simiao used to be carefree, he was the young master of the Xiangfu, he was born with everything, but now, he no longer has the identity of the young master of the Xiangfu, without the father who used to love him like life, now The only mother also died, it was really hard for him to imagine how he got here these past few months.

"Where I live has nothing to do with the Prime Minister. I am no longer from the Xiangfu, and you are no longer my father. There is no relationship between us." Murong Simiao's face was as cold as water.

Hearing what Murong Simiao said, Murong Tianyun's heart ached like a knife, but what he could do, their father and son could not go back to the past, never again.

"Then you come today..."

Murong Simiao somehow said what he said just now. It would be a lie to say that he didn't hate Murong Tianyun at all. If he hadn't kicked him and his mother out, maybe her mother wouldn't have died, and he would have He wouldn't be reduced to what he is now, if it wasn't for Sister Jingxue, he didn't know what would have happened, maybe he would have died long ago!

"I'm here today to find sister Jingxue." A moment later, Murong Simiao's indifferent tone came.

(End of this chapter)