Chapter 150： :Crying without any image

At first he was happy to see Yu'er and Han Baoqin succeed, after all, the original Han Baoluo was too unattractive.

But now, Han Baoqin has lost her innocence and reputation, how can she enter the Zhao family again?

Even a concubine is not suitable!

Zhao Mengyu was worthy of being Zhao Zeyuan's son. He inherited his cold-blooded and selfish temperament in his bones. He immediately knelt down and grabbed the hem of Zhao Zeyuan's clothes: "Dad, I don't have much contact with Bao Qin and the other two girls. Bao Lu is always present when we meet." Yes, Baoluo, please testify for me quickly so that Mr. Cui won’t misunderstand.”

His pleading voice was laced with command, and it was obvious that his attitude towards her had not changed yet, and he regarded her as the same Han Baoluo who had always been submissive to him in the past.

 Han Baoluo left the table and came to Zhao Mengyu. He looked at him condescendingly and smiled sarcastically: "Testify? Haha, Zhao Mengyu, you are simply ridiculous."

Before Mrs. Zhao, who had always loved her son as much as her life, could get angry, the smile on her face suddenly fell and she said sternly: "You are flirting with Han Baoqin in front of me, and you treat me as your fiancée like nothing! You reprimanded me in person for being ugly, fat, and unworthy of you. The Zhao family! He threatened to break off the engagement with me and marry Han Baoqin! Why, have you forgotten what you said? I have not forgotten it. I remember every word. "

She tapped her heart.

Cui Mi was angry and distressed when he heard that, the Zhao family dared to bully him, Baoluo, to this point!

Mo Feiyang looked at Zhao Mengyu as if he were looking at a dead person.

Zhao Mengyu was about to explain, but was interrupted by Cui Mi's shout: "That's enough! Bring me the token, I'm canceling this marriage! We Baolu cannot afford to be the lintel of your Zhao family!"

Seeing that he was really angry, Zhao Zeyuan was afraid that if he continued to speak, he might offend the dean even more, so he sighed deeply, took out a long wooden box from his arms, and handed it back to him with both hands.

Cui Mi opened it and took a look, his eyes filled with tears.

Inside lay a jade sandalwood hairpin, which he had carved with his own hands and inserted into Yue Niang's hair when she was growing up.

Jade sandalwood is an extremely precious wood, which has always been only supplied to the royal family. Its texture is fine and warm, and its texture is crystal clear and gorgeous. It is a bit warmer and thicker than jade, and more transparent than ordinary wood. It has always been priceless but not marketable.

He asked many people to inquire before he got such a small piece, and it took him more than ten days to carve it into shape.

He still remembered how happy Yue Niang was when she received the hairpin.

Later, he put all other jewelry aside and only wore this jade sandalwood hairpin.

Yueniang was able to use this hairpin as a token of Baolu's engagement with the Zhao family, which shows that she attached great importance to the marriage at that time.

It’s just that Zhao Mengyu is obviously not a good match for Baoluo.

The Zhao family had failed her.

Cui Mi handed the hairpin to Han Baoluo, "My child, this hairpin is your mother's favorite thing. You should keep it well."

Han Baoluo took it solemnly and said, "Well, I will take good care of it."

Cui Mi glanced at Han Zhengqing for the last time and said to Cui Fu: "Take out the gift I prepared."

 Cui Fu untied a rectangular box that had been carried on his back and presented it to Han Zhengqing with both hands.

“This, let’s think of it as repaying your kindness for taking Yue Niang in.”

After Cui Mi finished speaking, he took Han Baoluo and left.

Han Zhengqing didn't care to look at the gift in the box and hurriedly followed it, sending it all the way.

Cui Mi waved his hand, "Go back, there's no need to send him away."

Han Zhengqing, however, persisted and sent several people to the gate.

He looked at Han Baolu, raised his hand and touched her head, "Baolu, although we are not related by blood, you have called me daddy for so many years. If you have anything in the future, just come to me."

Han Baoluo once had hatred and resentment towards this father, but when she learned that he was not her biological father, all those previous emotions disappeared.

Hearing what Han Zhengqing said at this time, she couldn't help but feel a little sour. She lowered her head to hide her expression, "Well, I will. You should also take good care of yourself."

As soon as the figures of Cui Mi and others disappeared in the hall, Zhao Zeyuan kicked Zhao Mengyu fiercely, "You bastard! If you fail to succeed, you will fail!"

Mother Zhao was about to howl when she was frozen in place by his stern look.

Until he strode away, he dared not move and hurriedly went to help his son up.

Coming out of the Han Mansion, Cui Mi and Han Baoluo got on the carriage, Cui Fu drove the carriage, and Mo Feiyang followed on horseback.

Han Baoluo took out the jade sandalwood hairpin and stroked the lines on it carefully, "Grandpa, help me insert it."

"good."

Cui Mi took the hairpin and carefully inserted it into her hair. He stepped back and looked at her for a while, looking at the very similar faces between her and Yueniang, and couldn't help but fall into memories.

"Grandpa? Grandpa..." Han Baoluo called him twice in succession before he came back to his senses.

"Does it look good?" she asked playfully, stroking the hairpin in her hair.

“Good-looking, good-looking, as good-looking as your mother.” Cui Mi could not help but nod.

A group of children roared past with laughter, and the lively shouting sound entered the carriage. Han Baolu opened the curtain and looked out.

Cui Mi took the opportunity to touch the corners of his eyes and wipe away the tears.

“Grandpa, today is the Ghost Festival, I almost forgot.” Han Baoluo couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed when he saw many stalls outside selling lanterns, paper money, ingots and other items.

She actually forgot such an important day.

Isn’t it Cui Mi?

 He ​​opened the curtain and looked at the various objects tied with paper on the stalls. He couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of Yue Niang lying alone in the cold coffin.

“Grandpa, let’s go see my mother.”

Under the guidance of Han Baoluo, Cui Fu successfully drove the car to its destination—a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery. It can be called a geomantic treasure land. Many families in the city bury their deceased family members here.

Han Baoluo took Cui Mi to her mother's grave in a familiar manner.

Mo Feiyang and Cui Fu followed silently.

The closer Cui Mi got, the slower his pace became and the more timid he became.

However, the tomb finally appeared in sight.

Different from the overgrown weeds elsewhere, the area around this tomb is actually a bit too clean. Not only are there no weeds, there are no fallen leaves or anything like that.

There are four words engraved on the tombstone: Tomb of Yueniang.

No surname.

Since Yue Niang is still alive, why not go home?

Cui Mi asked Han Zhengqing this question at that time.

At that time he replied: "Yue Niang said that when she woke up, she could not remember the past, but only remembered the word Yue Niang..."

Cui Mi suddenly burst into tears and threw herself in front of the grave, wailing so hard that those who heard it couldn't help but feel sad and shed tears.

Even the cynical smile on Mo Feiyang's face disappeared.

He looked at Han Baoluo. The little girl was kneeling there, with snot and tears streaming down her face, crying incomprehensibly.

He walked over, knelt down on one knee beside her, and took out a veil and gave it to her.

The veil is as white as snow and as soft as silk, obviously not ordinary.

Han Baoluo didn't notice it at all at this time. He took the handkerchief and blew his nose.

Mo Feiyang couldn't help but hold his forehead.