Qing Palace Dream Like Smoke·Moyu

Chapter 142

Mo Yu's tears could no longer be held back, and burst out of her eyes, is this her?Is it the person who should be closest to you?Tears blurred her eyes, she stretched out her hand and touched the stele timidly, it was cold to the bone.It's so cold, it must be colder when you're there, right?Covering the cherry blossom pattern on the stone tablet with his hand, he slowly, thinly, and almost greedily stroked each word, stroke by stroke. This is her name, and the water in his eyes dripped continuously on the back of his hand. On...I've been thinking about you...do you know...every time, there is only one wish in the dream...that is...to see your face clearly...but I saw you, it's just like this...it can only be like this ...I really miss you...I miss you so much...Why, are you here all alone?Why are you alone?

Kangxi, who had been standing silently behind her, suddenly shouted: "Who?" He frowned, staring coldly at Mo Yu's side, what are Shisan and Fu Ercha doing?How could anyone appear here?
The bamboo basket that the man originally carried had fallen to the ground at this time, and a bunch of cherry blossoms in the basket were also scattered. He stared blankly at Mo Yu with an unbelievable expression on his face, as if he hadn't heard Kangxi's soft drink, but With tears in his eyes, he called out hesitantly: "...Miss..."

Mo Yu turned back to look at her in a trance, the woman who was about to approach her in surprise, was stunned for a moment, her expression became extremely disappointed, and she said with a sad smile: "Who... are you?"

Shisan and Fulca had already bypassed the bamboo house and came here. This woman arrived here before Kangxi and his party, so they went inside first and were not found.They had just been patrolling outside separately for a week, and when they heard Kangxi's shout, they hurried over, unavoidably afraid, and just about to go forward, Kangxi waved to them.

The person who came was a woman in her 40s and [-]s, dressed plainly, she looked like an ordinary peasant girl, but her features were somewhat delicate.At this moment, she had calmed down, looked at the four people in front of her, and asked Mo Yu softly: "Miss, who are you?"

Thirteen said behind him, "We are tourists passing by, and we went up the mountain to have a look."

The woman looked back at him, knelt down and packed the bouquet, came over and placed it in front of the tomb, clasped her hands together, knelt down and prostrated a few times.

Mo Yu also stopped crying, squatted down next to her slightly, and asked softly: "The people here are... who are they?"

The woman looked at her, smiled sadly and said, "It's my lady."

Mo Yu's heart was hot, tears were about to flow out again, but she suppressed it, and asked again: "Is...is Xueying her name...does she have a surname?...is she just alone?" She just wants to know why her dearest person is so lonely in this lonely mountain, why it seems that there is only a name on the tombstone but no surname...why...there is no surname left?
The woman smiled sadly: "My lady's life is miserable." Looking at the tombstone again, she said softly: "...she was kicked out by her husband's divorce letter...of course...it's only her...of course I can't engrave my husband's family name... Miss said, I don't have the face to leave my mother's family name..." These few words were like a bolt from the blue, Mo Yu stayed on the spot, feeling at a loss.

(End of this chapter)