Chapter 1780

He never thought that the person who killed his mother would be his own early debt, and the person who started it was the closest person to his mother.

It's no exaggeration to say the closest.

Several of their sons are busy with the development of their family and seldom have time to accompany their old mother. The servant girl feicui accompanies their mother almost all the time. This servant girl does everything for their mother, which is more than their son's parents.

"Jadeite, jadeite..."

The Mohist master was full of tears. He put out his hands to cover his face. His sword fell to the ground with a clang sound. With this harsh sound, he covered his face and made a painful cry.

Feicui raised her head when she heard the cry.

Looking at the sad appearance of the Mohist master, she got up and rushed to the hard wall, "master, I'm going to make amends with the old lady! On the way to huangquan, I'll accompany her! "

Bang, the blood splashed on the wall.

The people in the courtyard were startled. Even the imperial guards didn't respond. The emerald had already hit the wall. The blood gurgled from her forehead and covered most of her face. She seemed to be not clear.

Fuduo watched her body gradually limp in the corner, and was stunned by the scene.

All of a sudden, her eyes were covered with warm palms.

"Don't look." Shen Xu's warm and powerful voice, like a wisp of warm spring breeze, smoothed the waves in her heart.

Then she was held in his arms.

Stunned for two or three seconds, the picture of feicui's death still hovers in her mind. She can't help leaning against Shen Xu's shoulder and closing her eyes to throw those away.

She's a little tired.

Whenever human life passes by in front of her, she always has a sense of frustration. She will not be afraid of a person's death, but she does not want to see a living life disappear in front of her eyes, and she can do nothing.

Later, everyone left the prime minister's house.

The Mohists were also stunned when they left. Obviously, they didn't recover from the suicide of their servant girl feicui, but they were no longer in trouble for fuduoduo. They left the prime minister's house with feicui's body and the businessman surnamed Yang. No one knew where they had gone.

About this matter, Xiao Zirui left it to the Mohist master. It was their family feud.

Fudo had been hiding in the room.

She couldn't go out before, but now she didn't want to go out. She covered herself with a quilt and hid in the corner of the bed without saying a word.

"Miss, how do you do, take care of your maidservant..." The big servant girl was at her side, helpless.

Shen Xu enters the room.

See the big maid keep talking with Fuduo, but Fuduo is like a man who lost three souls and six spirits. He is in the corner of the wall, his eyes are dull and silent.

He waved his hand to let the big servant girl step down first and walked to the bed.

Bending down and holding Fuduo's cold hand, he felt the cold temperature. He frowned slightly. "It's not your fault."

Fudo's look had some fluctuations.

Looking at Shen Xu's calm and calm face, she moved her dry lips and said in a hoarse voice: "you tell me, is feicui, the maid of old lady Mo, really the one who drugged old lady Mo?"

"Yes." Shen Xu answered without hesitation.

"The businessman surnamed Yang, is he really behind the scenes?" Fu Duoduo asks again, the eyes of godless, at the moment incomparably serious coagulate Shen Xu.