Martial Arts: Nine Worlds is exposed, and the invitation to the moon is urgent!

47 Although life is suffering, good people are good.

After seeing the words on the letter, everyone burst into tears.

This is like a short text in the parents, but it exudes a kind of helplessness and sourness.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng knew that woman, even if he died for her and Xuanyuan Dapan, he would not change, but he did not complain at all.

The wife does not love, the daughter is not clear, and the wife and daughter look down on it.

Over the years, how much bitterness has Xuanyuan Jingcheng felt in his heart?

But a sentence is already a blessing in life, but it makes this book happy.

Xuanyuan’s sincere love is silent and deep.

In the twenty years that were not understood, he finally created a broad future for his wife and daughter.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng saw that sentence, “Mo Weird daddy nagging, I really can’t talk to you all these years.”

The tip of the nose is extremely sour, and the eyes are hazy with tears.

Dad was even before he died, worrying about her and her mother’s affairs.

Although Weishan has lost Xuanyuan Dapan and Xuanyuan Jingxuan.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng is a woman’s body, and it is still not easy to take over the Xuanyuan family smoothly.

Even if Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not allow Xuanyuan to be eyebrows, how could Xuanyuan be reassured.

Or rather.

There are many fathers in the world who can not only care about their children.

The trick is to worry.

This letter is Xuanyuan’s sincerity and reluctance to his daughter.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s heart was full of self-blame and shame.

In my mind, my father put her on his shoulders and took her to the market.

Feed the little rabbit with her, she is sad when the rabbit dies, and her father will carefully comfort her.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, he made lanterns for her and set off fireworks.

Before she was fifteen, her father would take her every year to carve her height under the old laurel tree.

This is probably one of the few happy times my father has.

It’s just that since the age of fifteen, I gradually understood that I was in the world and began to stay away from my father.

Because he saw that his father was cowardly and incompetent, he complained in his heart, and finally looked down on his father.

The relationship between the two has been indifferent since then, like strangers.

But Xuanyuan Jingcheng never lost his love for his daughter in the slightest.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng will always be the darling of his palm!

Only by burying one altar of wine every year, a total of twenty-three altars were buried.

In this way, I miss my daughter.

Why is it called daughter red?

Women are dressed in red when they marry.

The daughter Hong is Xuanyuan Jingcheng, and wants to see Xuanyuan Qingfeng meet a good person with her own eyes.

He could brush her long hair with his own hands and marry her.

He can hug Xuanyuan Qingbreeze and call him “grandpa” affectionately.

However, there was no chance.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said in the letter:

“In the future, the grandson will be called Fu Wan, and the granddaughter will be called Yasong, how?”

“Over the years, Dad has been flipping through ancient books and classics.”

“It’s really a headache and can’t think of a satisfactory name.”

“Dad hopes that if they want to study in the future, they will study and learn martial arts.”

“Although the heavens and the earth are big, they cannot stand in square inches.”

“Life is short, only 36,500 days in a hundred years.”

“It’s good to be confused for a lifetime.”

See the last word.

The crowd was speechless and sad.

This middle-aged scholar only thinks about reading and governing the country in this life, and the couple have a deep affection, and their children and grandchildren are full.

This is a very ordinary thing for ordinary people, but it is a great wish to respect Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was already crying.

This strong woman who pretends to be indifferent even if she is wronged, can no longer suppress the sadness in her heart.

Even the cold woman around her was moved.

On the big snow pad.

Xuanyuan entered the land immortal sincerely and asked the ancestor to die.

It touched her heart deeply.

It turns out that he is not a waste.

Reading can read a land immortal, who else in this world?

The Leng Yan woman’s heart couldn’t help but move, “Did he also leave a letter for himself?” ”

But after thinking about it, this should be unlikely.

In the past twenty years, she has never given him a good face.

Now at the last moment of life and death, I must not think about myself anymore.

But she always underestimated Xuanyuan Jingcheng’s infatuation with her.

In the picture, the woman also receives a letter.

After opening the letter, I found that it was a blank piece of rice paper without a single word.

“A blank piece of paper?!”

Everyone was surprised.

The Leng Yan woman was also full of doubts, since Xuanyuan Jingcheng left her a letter.

What is the purpose of believable but not a single word?!

She couldn’t figure it out, so she hoped to find the answer from the picture.

Really.

In the picture, she was also puzzled after receiving this blank letter.

After thinking for a long time, he sat back at the table stunned.

On the table were also the angelica wine that Xuanyuan Jingcheng took that day, and the drinking cup.

The woman suddenly picked up the cup and flipped it thoughtfully.

Until I saw a line of text at the bottom of the cup.

“Although life is bitter, it is good to be good.”

This moment.

The woman stayed where she was, her eyes gradually reddened.

He can obviously have a splendid future.

I can also marry a wife who is knowledgeable, virtuous, and has stayed with her whole life.

But he married himself and will never regret it.

And she thought that she was married to a nest of wastes and gambled all her life.

She never understood his heart, nor did she want to understand it, but blamed him for more than twenty years….

How many twenty years can there be in life?

Xuanyuan Jingcheng has been sincere for twenty years, silently waiting for her to change her mind.

Strong self-blame and shame filled the woman’s heart.

She had never loved Xuanyuan Jingcheng, she loved the man in the portrait.

She was also not a good person who Xuanyuan respected, and even thought that he delayed herself.

Looking back now, it was she who delayed Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

“I’m sorry.”

The woman said softly, her voice full of self-blame and loss of money.

On his face that had been as cold as ice for more than 20 years, a poignant smile that no one had ever seen before.