Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Captain Mo's eyes widened and he looked at Ci Song in front of him, feeling strong anger and unwillingness in his heart. He knew that he could no longer escape the clutches of this demon, but he was still unwilling to give in just like that.

"Master Ci Song, please give your father a happy life."

Mo Quan's voice came from behind Ci Song. Ci Song looked back and saw Mo Quan kneeling on his knees. He cupped his hands and said to Ci Song: "It is true that my father was at fault this time, but I still want to ask Ci." Master Song gave his father his final dignity. Mo Quan doesn’t ask for words that Master Song can let his father go. He just wants you to give him a happy life. "

When Ci Song saw Mo Quan acting like this, his originally extremely cold face softened a bit. He walked to Mo Quan's side, helped Mo Quan up in person, and said, "Uncle Mo, Ci Song gave Mo Quan his wife." Many opportunities, everyone in the Taiwei family should be very clear about this, but Taiwei Mo has never shown mercy to Ci Song, and now that Uncle Mo is acting like this, he has really put Ci Song in an unfair position. "

"Master Ci Song, Mo Quan knows that my father has done a lot of things that I'm sorry for you, but now that the matter has come to this, I would like to ask the young master to give my father a happy life. Mo Quan can't thank you enough."

When Mo Quan spoke, his tone was sincere, neither humble nor arrogant, but his eyes never left Ci Song. When he said this, Mo Quan knelt on the ground again and held his hands to Ci Song, "Young Master Ci Song, as Yaoer's father, I , I just hope she can live happily in the future.”

"Master Ci Song's sincerity towards Yao'er is seen in Mo Quan's eyes. Mo Quan does not ask that Master Ci Song only loves his little girl Yao'er in his life, but he hopes that in the future, Master Ci Song can let Yao'er live his life safely."

For a father's request, Ci Song only had respect in his heart. He saluted Mo Quan equally seriously and promised: "Ci Song will only have Yao'er as his wife in his life."

"Okay, even if that's the case, I'll be relieved."

There were tears in the corners of Mo Quan's eyes, and he looked at Ci Song with a soft look in his eyes, "Song'er, can I call you that once?"

"Of course, Uncle Mo."

Mo Quan looked at Ci Song in front of him, with a smile of relief on his lips. He slowly turned his head and looked at the dying Captain Mo, with sadness in his eyes for the last time.

Mo Quan slowly came to Captain Mo and knelt in front of him, "Father, the child is guilty."

"You have never felt sorry for Quan'er in your life. As your eldest son, Quan'er naturally follows his father in everything."

"But since you inherited the position of Taiwei, everything has changed. You are no longer a father, but have become Mo Taiwei in everyone's mouth, an important minister in the court. So when my mother passed away, You don’t even have time to go home and take a look.”

"Father, Quan'er still has many things to say to you, but not now."

Mo Quan kowtowed deeply to Captain Mo three times, and then he made an action that made everyone present stunned and in disbelief. I saw a dagger appearing in Mo Quan's hand at some point. The dagger shone with a cold light. He held the dagger in his backhand, his eyes firm and decisive, without a trace of hesitation.

When the dagger pierced Captain Mo's chest, it seemed as if time had stopped. Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining Mo Quan's hands and clothes red. Captain Mo's eyes widened, full of shock and unwillingness. In his chest, a bloody hole was expanding, and the breath of life was rapidly draining away. The air around him seemed to become heavy, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Captain Mo died in the hands of his own son, Mo Quan, the cowardly eldest son.

"Everyone knows the simplest principle left by Confucius, the king, the king, the minister, the father, the son. But when did its original meaning change like this?"

After saying that, Mo Quan suddenly slashed at his own neck with a knife, his movements were decisive and without hesitation, blood spurted out, but there was a trace of relief in his eyes, "Father, my child will be with you right now."

"Uncle Mo."

Ci Song hurriedly came to Mo Quan. Just when he was about to use his talent to heal Mo Quan, Shang Han stopped Ci Song.

"Master, Mo Quan is using his own life to completely resolve the grudge between you and the Taiwei Mansion. Even if you save him now, it will only make Mo Quan's sacrifice meaningless. What's more, he has already decided to go. Even if you save him, he will seek death again."

Shang Han stood up from his chair, held Mo Quan's body in his hands and said, "There are rumors all over Zhongzhou that Captain Mo's eldest son is extremely cowardly and extremely pedantic. It seems today that the rumors are always wrong."

Everything Mo Quan did today was to preserve Ci Song's reputation and the relationship between Ci Song and Yao'er. If Ci Song killed Taiwei Mo with his own hands today, then Ci Song would be charged with ancestral murder, even if Neither Ci Song nor Mo Yao cared about it, but Mo Quan couldn't let Mo Yao and Ci Song bear such a big stain, so he used his own life to replace the weapon in Ci Song's hand that was stained with the blood of Captain Mo. Sharp blade.

And if Ci Song really kills Taiwei Mo, then there will be a gap in the relationship between Ci Song and Mo Yao. Even if the gap has not widened now, it will eventually plant the seeds, so Mo Quan would rather kill Mo Yao himself. The Taiwei killed him with his own hands and put the stigma on himself. In this way, there would be no gap between Ci Song and Mo Yao, and Mo Yao would not bear the blame brought by the world.

Shang Han and Ci Song saw all this and respected Mo Quan.

"Please accept the business letter and pay your respects."

Sun Buxiu, who was sitting on the chair, was looking at Shang Han's actions with a confused expression. He had no idea what happened today. At this moment, he only had one doubt in his mind.

Why did Mo Quan kill Mo Yun and then commit suicide?

"Father!"

At this moment, Mo Yao's voice came from behind Ci Song, and two figures appeared in the lobby. It was Mo Yao and Zhuang Diemeng.

Mo Yao trotted to Mo Quan's side and hugged Mo Quan's body tightly. Her tears kept slipping from the corners of her eyes and dripped on Mo Quan's face, which was in sharp contrast with his cold skin. She didn't cry as loudly as Ci Song imagined, she just sobbed silently, her shoulders shaking slightly.

She seemed to have anticipated the current situation and did not lose control of her emotions. She said to Mo Quan: "Father, Yao'er will remember what you said before and send you to Qingzhou to be buried with your mother."

"The kindness of raising a child cannot be repaid in this life, but it will definitely be tied with a ring of grass in the next life."

Mo Yao kowtowed to Mo Quan three times again, stood up, wiped the tears on her face, and stared at Ci Song with her clear eyes. There was no anger in her eyes, but a sense of relief and relief.

"Brother Ci Song, take my father and me out of here, okay?"

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