Chapter 321

Liu Sanniang let go, and Fu Gui instantly felt that he had returned to normal. He was still full of strength, but now, he staggered and knelt down. The truth is often so cruel.

He thought that his beloved things were given to him by the emperor, and all of them were glory and honor. He really loved them. Those Royal gifts, as Liu Sanniang said, were as precious as every scar on his body.

As a general who has been on the battlefield, the injury on his body is glory. All the gifts of the emperor are credit, and credit is bought with his life.

He lost a hand, which is a permanent scar in his heart. He didn't believe in God in this world. He couldn't see the blatant deception. He went to clean up people.

But he didn't expect it to be true. He believed in God, but now, the God he once believed gave him a blow in the head and killed him.

Fu Gui hugged his head and choked in his voice, "I want my daughter to live."

If this hand is good, he will exchange his daughter's life for it. He won't.

He has four sons, and he has never felt anything different. The smelly boy is disobedient, and he will fight when he needs to fight, and he is not afraid of breaking it. After all, in his cognition, men are indomitable, and his son should be as tough as he is, and can stand it.

A dutiful son is born under the stick. He is a general. His son can't be counselled into a quail or humiliated. He wants to cultivate his sons into men who protect the people and throw them into the battlefield when they grow up.

The youngest daughter was born with a thin voice and watery eyes. The cry seemed to catch people's hearts and was soft in his arms. A thread in his heart seemed to be pulled, and his heart suddenly became soft.

He seemed to understand the meaning of the word "intimate". He also understood that his friend once said that his daughter was good, but he would not understand it. He didn't want his daughter. After all, in his opinion, women are troublesome.

But after having a daughter, everything naturally understood that he was reluctant to roar at that small group.

Jiao Jiao is his name. He has also read ancient books and consulted Wen Chen. The word Jiao fits his heart best.

His daughter is a charming flower in his heart, which he will care for all his life.

Fu Gui slowly raised his head and looked at Liu Sanniang with firm eyes: "save my daughter."

His charming girl has not grown up, has not experienced the beauty of the world, has not been interested in a man, and he has not personally handed her over to the man who can continue to spoil like him. How can he be willing to let her die.

Mrs Fu looked at Liu Sanniang: "general, her words may not be believable, your hand..."

Fu Gui's eyes sank before Mrs Fu finished speaking.

The concubine sighed, and Mrs. Fu thought. She knew and understood.

Fugui is their heaven. Today, let alone Mrs. Fu, she will also choose Fugui. The offspring are born in October, but the husband is also their heaven. When the offspring are born, they will have their own thoughts, gradually grow up, and have their own life in the future. Only the husband is a person who wants to live a lifetime.

Fu Jiaojiao has lost her breath, but Fu Gui's hands are real. Although the pain of losing a daughter is painful, if you can make Fu Gui sound, it is the support of heaven. The border is chaotic. Fu Gui must go to the battlefield. When he comes to the battlefield, the probability of a sound person surviving is much higher.

The concubine patted Mrs Fu on the back of her hand as a sign of comfort.

Fu Gui firmly said, "with one hand, I can still kill those hu mans with fear. With one hand, I can also protect my charming and stable all my life. Madam, don't say anything that makes me cold. But I'm a person. Tiger poison doesn't eat children yet. How can I be inferior to animals?"

Even if he knew it was because of love, he couldn't accept it.

Mrs. Fu didn't speak anymore. Her guilt, shame and anger made her ashamed to stay here. She turned and left.

The concubine was worried. She said to Fu Gui, "general, I'll go and see my wife."

Fu Gui waved, "go, I didn't blame her."

Naturally, the concubine understood that Mrs. Fu didn't blame Fu Gui, but she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Fu Gui's hand is not only the pain in his heart, but also the pain in the heart of his family. If it hasn't been better, it won't be like this. After it's better, it's lost, and it's uncomfortable in his heart. It's like the wound is not easy to heal, it's cut open and bleeding, and it will never heal.

Fu Gui stood up with difficulty, "Miss Liu, what should I do?"

Liu Sanniang had no reaction to his wife's heart. She said faintly, "take me to see your daughter."

Fu Gui turned his back and said, "come with me."

Liu Sanniang and Chu Yan followed. Fu Gui's back was a little bent, but his steps were steady and resolute. Although he got and lost, it was painful for him, but he did not linger or hesitate. He had to have a daughter.

Fu Jiaojiao was still in her room. Fu Gui didn't allow her servant to put her in the coffin, so the servant didn't dare to disobey him.

There was no blood on Fu Jiaojiao's face, as if she were dead.

But in fact, he didn't die completely. There was a chance for any violent death. Miaoyin took his life with blood. This chance was whether Fu Gui was willing to give up his hand. If he wasn't willing to give up, Fu Jiaojiao would really die.

Fu Jiaojiao, who was about six or seven years old, lay quietly. Fu Gui sat in front of the bed and gently touched her daughter's head: "Miss Liu, don't blame my wife. She is not a cruel person."

Giving up her daughter, Mrs. Fu may not feel better. She will even be uneasy all her life and atone for herself all her life. She is not cruel, but in her heart, she loves her husband too much. As long as he is good, she would rather atone for herself.

Liu Sanniang said, "I understand."

Fuguishou replied, "what am I going to do? Cut my hand off?"

It was undoubtedly extremely painful to cut off his own hand, but he could do it. He looked at Liu Sanniang with a determined look, letting Liu Sanniang understand that he was not just talking.

Liu Sanniang stretched out her hand and gently covered Fu Gui's arm. Her strength wrapped Fu Gui's arm and stripped the bone.

Fu Gui clenched his teeth, and the pain invaded his brain. The sweat on his forehead rolled down one by one. He also insisted without making a sound, peeling the bone raw, which was very painful.

But his willing, vigorous and powerful hand became weak again, and the strength disappeared a little bit. His heart was tight with pain, watching that bone become a small part, which was held in the palm of Liu Sanniang's hand, Fu Gui took a big breath, but such a small bone made him miserable.

Liu Sanniang slowly spread out her hand: "your daughter's spiritual awareness was separated for some time, and she may get sick after waking up. Taking good care of her will be fine."

In the bone of Liu Sanniang's palm, he slowly recovered his human shape. Fu Gui's tears blurred his vision and nodded happily like a child.