Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 507 You Won't Lie To Me
So Zuo Zhujin revealed his shortcomings, and Dongfang Yu generously admitted it, so that Fan Qingtian could feel more relaxed.

Holding Fan Qingtian's palm, Mo Ziyuan took out a small wooden bird from his bosom with the other hand, and stretched out his hand to Fan Qingtian.

With a bright smile on his face, Mo Ziyuan said with a chuckle, "Mother, I have completed mother's mission, this is what I gave to mother.

Although it can't fly freely with Niangqin, it can take away all the bad mood of Niangqin. "

The little wooden bird stood on Mo Ziyuan's white and tender hands, as if expecting its master to take it away.

Looking at the lifelike little wooden bird, Fan Qingtian nodded and reached out to take the little wooden bird in Mo Ziyuan's hand, "Thank you, Ziyuan."

"Hey, mother, don't be polite to me..." Mo Ziyuan scratched his head with one hand, looking a little shy.

And at this moment, a tricolor parrot flew to Fan Qingtian's shoulder weakly, glanced at the small wooden bird in Fan Qingtian's hand with contempt and said with distaste, "What is this thing, a bird made of wood? Do you think it is a magical bird? Throw it away early, this is not suitable for you to play silly girl."

His faint eyes fell on Dai Qi, and Fan Qingtian curled his lips, "I like it."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Dai Qi's angry expression, he received the little wooden bird that Mo Ziyuan gave him to the storage space.

Spreading his wings, Dai Qi's head seemed to be smoking, and he yelled at Fan Qingtian, "Gah, kid, kid, hum, I don't want to play with kids."

After yelling at Fan Qingtian, Dai Qi turned his head to the side, Mung Dou's small eyes gleamed unwillingly, and said in a low voice that almost no one could hear, "A wooden bird can also help you take away your bad mood, and you can't help it." Why don't you tell me what's on your mind, your role is much more useful than this wooden bird."

Dai Qi's words dissipated like a breeze, and no one could hear Dai Qi's words.

But Fan Qingtian smiled thoughtfully at the corner of his mouth at this time.

The smile on his face was extremely cheerful, and Mo Ziyuan was so happy that Fan Qingtian said that he liked the gift he gave him.

Holding Fan Qingtian's hand and shaking it slightly, Mo Ziyuan asked with a smile, "Where is Mother going, it seems that the time for going to court is over now."

Looking down at Mo Ziyuan's suspicious shining eyes, Fan Qingtian said softly, "I'm going to send someone off."

"Is it Big Brother Duanqing?" Asked, Mo Ziyuan's eyes showed a touch of sadness, he pursed his lips and said, "Big Brother Duanqing is really nice, he gave Ziyuan a lot of fun.

Brother Zuo and Uncle Dongfang both said that brother Duqing would not come to play with Ziyuan in the future, could it be that brother Duqing doesn't like Ziyuan anymore, and he doesn't like Niangqin either. "

Hearing Mo Ziyuan's sad words, Fan Qingtian's eyes were dimmed, and he stretched out his hand to hold Mo Ziyuan in his arms. Fan Qingtian said calmly, "Come with me to see him off."

Encircling Fan Qingtian's neck, Mo Ziyuan nodded obediently.

Surrounded by mountains, the air of dragon veins lingers.

The emperor's eternal resting place, the royal tomb.

Outside the burial mausoleum of the kings of the Mu Kingdoms in the past dynasties is the cemetery where the royal relatives are buried.

Because Fan Qingtian's generation has already built the mausoleum, because Fan Qingtian killed everyone who endangered his throne and dealt with it casually.

None of Fan Qingtian's brothers and sisters had ever been buried in the royal tombs, causing all of these royal tombs to become decorations.

And the dormitory of one of the royal tombs was designated by Fan Qingtian to bury Duanqing.

The time has passed, and the satin-light coffin has been buried in the cemetery.

A cold marble tablet, carved with names in satin and scarlet, stood before the tomb.

The heart of the cold wind blowing is even colder.

"My son, my son..." An old woman in plain dress lay on the light satin tombstone and cried bitterly.

Tears had blurred the eyes of the old woman, and the hot tears wet the ground.

Although Duan Qing had already expected that she would die one day, Duan Qing's mother, Yang Yueqin, never thought that it would be a white-haired man giving a black-haired man.

The sound of weeping broke her heart, Yang Yueqin hugged Duanqing's tombstone tightly and refused to believe that Duanqing died like this.

"Qing'er, my Qing'er, didn't you say that you would accompany your mother until she grows old? You always keep your word, are you joking with your mother, aren't you, aren't you..."

"My mother remembers one time, when my mother and you were beaten up by the mistress, you held back your tears and told your mother not to cry, you will avenge your mother.

In fact, mother doesn't care about revenge, mother is just thinking, mother can't die, who can take care of you after mother dies.

After returning to the other hospital, our mother and I were about to starve to death because we had nothing to eat.

At that time, my mother could only cruelly sell you to someone as a slave. Although my mother was reluctant, she only wanted you to live.

Originally, my mother thought that if I sent you away, my mother would be able to leave this personnel without any worries.

But Qinger, do you remember?At that time, you told your mother so calmly, let her live, and you will come back to find her in three days.

With this idea, I struggled for three days for my mother.

Just when Wei Niang thought she was going to die, you came back, you did not lie to Niang, you really did it, you brought Niang a lot of food and medicinal materials, and you saved Niang back to life.

There are many more, mother can't remember, mother only knows that you have never broken your promise to mother.

Mother died if she didn't believe you. You wouldn't lie to mother. You never lied to mother. You said you would accompany mother until she died of old age. Mother was still alive. How could you die before mother. "

"Ah, Qing'er, my Qing'er, are you cheating mother this time? It doesn't matter if you cheated mother. Mother is not angry. Mother just asks you to come out and see mother. Mother doesn't want anything. Qing'er, come out, come out..."

The gloomy weather lingered on Yang Yueqin's crying and confiding voice, and her heart couldn't help being tightly gripped.

Du Xiangxiu, who brought Yang Yueqin here to see Duanqing for the last time, stood behind Yang Yueqin, her eyes full of sadness.

Tightening her fists slightly, Du Xiangxiu wondered if it was a mistake for her to bring Yang Yueqin here, maybe she concealed Du Qing's death and didn't tell Yang Yueqin the result of her light death, Yang Yueqin would not be so sad now.

But Duanqing is Yang Yueqin's mother, regardless of life or death, Yang Yueqin also has the right to know whether Duanqing is alive or dead.

At this moment, Du Xiangxiu's heart is full of complicated entanglements, and thoughts of pity and pity for satin linger in his heart.

Standing beside Yang Yueqin is Duanqing's father, Duanqing.

Staring fixedly at the name on the tombstone, Duan Balance suddenly pulled Yang Yueqin who was holding the tombstone up from the ground.

(End of this chapter)