Chapter 418

In the dimly lit corridor, Sima Qing walked in front with a negative hand. Dongxu followed him steadily. He knew where the road led. There were two important people, his father and mother.

Click

The stone gate moved slowly. Sima Qing took Dongxu and went in. There was an empty space in front of him. When he walked forward, he saw two rows of jade statues, which were buried according to the identity of the leader of the Ming moon palace.

As he walked forward, Sima Qing's breathing became tighter and tighter until there was a big jade coffin in front of several elders. In front of the coffin stood two people, one of whom was a cold spirit with the same God appearance. She stood there straight, as if she was still guarding the moon.

The other, wearing a mask, is Chen Jiu!

"Come here!" Sima Qing stood still in front of the jade coffin, and the cold voice resounded around him, not big or small.

Dongxu obediently came forward, "Taifu!" he arched his hands.

"Come and see your father and empress mother!" Sima Qing made way.

Dongxu stepped forward a few steps, took out three incense and lit it. He knelt down in front of the jade coffin, "son minister Dongxu, please greet father, emperor and empress!" kowtowed, and then inserted the incense into the furnace again.

Sima Qing silently lit three incense sticks and worshipped, "today you're here to talk with them. Tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up in person!"

"Yes... Taifu!" Dongxu saluted. Sima Qing didn't speak any more, looked at him, then turned and left, leaving only a small figure standing in the candle.

When the stone gate was closed, Sima Qing did not look back. If the corridor was quiet at the beginning, it was not his ruthlessness, but that he had to let him remember the hatred, the hatred that could never be forgotten, because of the man's selfishness and how much they lost.

In the stone chamber, Dongxu stood quietly and walked towards the jade coffin in front of him. His fingers caressed the coffin. It was freezing. There were his father and mother lying in it.

In fact, there was not much about them in his memory, but he knew that he had excellent parents, because every time he faced the portrait of the bedroom and the imperial study, the Taifu would tell him about the empress mother. Although not much, he wrote it down.

"Father... Queen Mother..." he put his little face on the jade coffin.

……

"Dongxu -- ah --"

In the dark, a figure sat up, and the street lamp outside the gauze curtain vaguely shone in, leaving traces on it, like water reflecting the moon.

"Every month!" the on the bed also sat up and gently hugged her shoulder. "Have you dreamed?" he asked softly.

Every month, he lowered his head and leaned against his arms. "I dreamed of Dongxu. He lay on the coffin and called me..." he said, and a tear fell down his cheek.

Mu Hua tightened his arms in front of him, and his eyes flashed in the dark. "It's all right. There are flowers and colored them. Dongxu won't have an accident, and Nanting won't perish!"

"But I missed him so much. He was so young that I left him. He didn't even see me when he grew up. I don't know how tall he is and what he looks like... Wuwu... I really miss him..."

Looking at such a month, his heart is also a pain. Why doesn't he want to? Just now, he seemed to feel it, but he couldn't say it and let her think.

"Tell me again whether he is good or not. Also, does he look like me very much? Who are his habits like? Has he asked me?"

Mu Hua smiled in front of him and thought of his son, so he recalled, "he really looks more like you. He seems to be more like me. As for whether he is good or not, he is really good, quiet and quiet!"

Every month, she was distracted, quiet and quiet. She was a little adult. She shouldn't have appeared on her baby son, but now he has formed such a habit.

She should have said he was obedient! Or should we say that he is too sensible and too hard?

If they were there, they would not let him lack that innocence and happiness. This is the right of every child, isn't it? Blame her and them for failing to fulfill their parents' responsibilities.

"It's a pity that I can't find a way to cross back!"

Mu Hua took her to sleep in front of her, then covered her with a quilt. In the quilt, they snuggled up to each other, "it's God's will. At that time, we were all dead. How can we go back? It's a gift from God to come back here again!"

When the stone gate was closed, Sima Qing did not look back. If the corridor was quiet at the beginning, it was not his ruthlessness, but that he had to let him remember the hatred, the hatred that could never be forgotten, because of the man's selfishness and how much they lost.

In the stone chamber, Dongxu stood quietly and walked towards the jade coffin in front of him. His fingers caressed the coffin. It was freezing. There were his father and mother lying in it.

In fact, there was not much about them in his memory, but he knew that he had excellent parents, because every time he faced the portrait of the bedroom and the imperial study, the Taifu would tell him about the empress mother. Although not much, he wrote it down.

"Father... Queen Mother..." he put his little face on the jade coffin.

……

"Dongxu -- ah --"

In the dark, a figure sat up, and the street lamp outside the gauze curtain vaguely shone in, leaving traces on it, like water reflecting the moon.

"Every month!" the on the bed also sat up and gently hugged her shoulder. "Have you dreamed?" he asked softly.

Every month, he lowered his head and leaned against his arms. "I dreamed of Dongxu. He lay on the coffin and called me..." he said, and a tear fell down his cheek.

Mu Hua tightened his arms in front of him, and his eyes flashed in the dark. "It's all right. There are flowers and colored them. Dongxu won't have an accident, and Nanting won't perish!"

"But I missed him so much. He was so young that I left him. He didn't even see me when he grew up. I don't know how tall he is and what he looks like... Wuwu... I really miss him..."

Looking at such a month, his heart is also a pain. Why doesn't he want to? Just now, he seemed to feel it, but he couldn't say it and let her think.

"Tell me again whether he is good or not. Also, does he look like me very much? Who are his habits like? Has he asked me?"

Mu Hua smiled in front of him and thought of his son, so he recalled, "he really looks more like you. He seems to be more like me. As for whether he is good or not, he is really good, quiet and quiet!"

Every month, I listen to such behavior as being absent-minded, quiet and quiet,