Cute concubine has three treasures: husband hugs and holds high

Chapter 136 May You Not Remember
"Huh?" His jaw dropped.

"Teach me how to smile warmly."

Siqi silently looked at the man who seemed to be serious, and smiled, can he teach?
"My lord, it's not that I don't teach you. Laughter is an expression of emotion from the heart, so you don't need to teach it. And everyone laughs differently. My lord laughs much better than me..." The last sentence was in a low voice. smell.

He has seen the ridiculous jokes before.Such a person laughs when talking about dolls, it is really good to see the extreme.

"You laugh, Xiaoxi is willing to talk to you." Yan Wushu sighed, and the air pressure became lower and lower.

"...It was the order of the Lord. The Lord should ask the Lord. The Lord knows better how to talk to Xiaoxi." Siqi took a small step back, carefully away from the center of the air pressure.

There was a blur in front of my eyes, and the Lord had disappeared.The corner of Siqi's mouth twitched, the lord really... went to ask the lord? !
Having said that, the Lord did not say a word to Xiaoxi...

"Xiaoxi, Yafu hasn't tested your writing for a long time, how about Yafu to test you?" Mo Pho spread out the rice paper and looked directly into Qin Xiaoxi's purple eyes.

Anyway, he has been with his girl for ten years.From birth until she was ten years old.There are always some things that he believes his girls will never forget.For example, they once had an agreement that he would tell her stories as long as she was willing to read more than an hour a day.

"If Xiaoxi writes well, Yafu will tell Xiaoxi a story."

Qin Xiaoxi nodded, and put the statue in her hand beside the table.

The first step is done.The corners of Mo Phosphus' mouth slightly curled up.

The Secretary, the Secretary and the Painter watched from a distance.To be able to lure Xiaoxi to let go of that statue is worthy of being the Lord...

"Okay, let's start now. Xiaoxi can write whatever she wants, as long as it looks good." Mo Phosphorus said, pushing the ink towards her.

Qin Xiaoxi obediently picked up the brush.If it weren't for her eyes...to be hollow and out of focus, he would have thought that his doll had recovered.

Deep in her memory, Yafu was the person she respected the most.The cross...fire...a big, big fire...Yafu was burned alive to protect her...

Big brother... Big brother is also to protect her, and also... is also fire...

Baby... Mo Phos lowered his head and smiled bitterly... That person doesn't remember you anymore
On the rice paper, one sentence was repeatedly written stroke by stroke—brother, I love you.

Ink splattered on the rice paper, the sharp knife pierced Mo Pho's heart, and the pain spread to all limbs.

Baby, don't be like this, okay...

Baby, this... will hurt... Yafu, baby, Mu Wang, will all hurt... But Yafu wants the baby to live happily, Yafu promised that person, to protect her child safe and happy When he grows up, how can the baby be willing to let Yafu break his promise to the one he loves the most.

The atmosphere changed suddenly, and the people in the distance stretched their necks, wanting to see what was written on the rice paper, which could make Lord Xiangsi Wuya exude a sad aura all over his body.

Si Hua and Si Shu saw it, but they would rather not read it.The two of them are the ones who know the most inside information. Si Hua witnessed Xiao Xi's suicide with his own eyes, and the shock to him is still there.

She has become like that, she doesn't want to talk, and even, she can't recognize who they are.But deep down in her heart, the word she most wanted to write was still only that sentence—brother, I love you.

Si Hua couldn't bear to watch it any longer.Accompanying her all the way, seeing her fall from heaven to hell with his own eyes, and seeing that child who acted like a baby to him not long ago become like this, his heart is also uncomfortable.Xiaoxi was the first person in his life who made him feel heartache.

Others say that the person who misses you forever is the strongest and the most ruthless.Little did they know that one day, they all felt heartbroken for a little girl.

"Xiaoxi writes beautifully. Xiaoxi will read another poem to Yafu, and Yafu will tell a story to Xiaoxi, okay?" Mo Phosphorus stopped her from writing, and if she continued, he would really It's time to vomit blood.

poetry?Qin Xiaoxi was silent again.

Mo Phosphate is planning to put it another way, instead of reciting poems, he can just speak a few words.As soon as he opened his mouth, a soft but emotionless voice sounded in the room.

"Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, how about the general come back? This gentleman wants to be at ease, but the mountains and rivers are bleak. The sky is suddenly broken, and the snow is white-headed. The cold sword silently listens to the thunder, and the spear guards the empty trench alone. Drunk lying on the battlefield Mo Xiao, blowing through the corner of the painting overnight. A late visitor from the south of the Yangtze River, with a red rope knotted on the tip of his hair."

A poem is not recited intermittently, but how many times did it take to read it before the lines can be connected.

This is nonsense... I taught her the poem... for so long, but she still... recites it so fluently...

Mo Phus smiled and said, "Xiaoxi, good boy, Yafu will ask Yafu's friends to tell you stories later, okay? Yafu's throat feels uncomfortable."

Qin Xiaoxi nodded obediently, and took the statue again.

Si Hua and Si Shu looked at each other, conveying the same message.Did they hear it wrong? Why did the voice of the Lord sound a little crying.

No one saw that under the black robe, the face that was scorched by the fire like a ghost was full of tears.If it wasn't for his hoarse voice and crying, he couldn't hide it.

His baby...Yafu would rather you...don't remember...remember so much...how hard it must be...

This is the second time Yuwen Xianan has heard this poem. In this case, Xiaoxi can still recite this poem so well...and this is...since Xiaoxi saw her brother's suicide note so long The longest sentence ever said...

Out of the corner of his eyes, Yuwen Xia Nan was startled towards the door. He raised his eyes and saw a man standing there, a man unparalleled in the world.

King Mu's knowledge of this poem... probably not much.Yuwen Xia Nan was beating drums in his heart.If King Mu knew that this poem was still related to Xiaoxi's elder brother, he would... how sad...

Yan Wushu knew far more than Yuwen Xia Nan thought.He knew that the poem was taught to her by her brother whom she was thinking of, and he knew that the poem was very important to her.

It seems that he came at the wrong time... Xiaoxi was willing to speak, but... what she said was still related to her brother...

Yan Wushu smiled wryly, unconsciously exerting force on the door frame.

"Wushu, you're here." Mo Phos knew that Yan Wushu was here, but at that time Xiaoxi spoke and he couldn't interrupt, "Come here and tell Xiaoxi a story...

Mo Phosphorus' mood has stabilized a lot, Yan Wushu didn't hear anything unusual.

But, tell a story? !What story to tell? !

Yan Wushu took a few glances at the few people standing in the distance watching the show.What happened while he was away?
(End of this chapter)