Chapter 78： He can't hold his head up in this house

Chapter 78 He can't lift his head in this house

"Madam, I can't help it." The servant girl turned around anxiously.

"Mother, put down the scissors quickly, don't hurt yourself." Liu Shi ran forward.

The old lady pressed the scissors against her neck: "Don't come over, take another step, and I'll poke it down."

"This...general..." Liu was so frightened that he was stunned.

Xiang Minghou's eyes were a little flustered, and the hand holding Ye Qianning gradually tightened. He didn't know when his relationship with his mother reached this level.

Ye Qianning did not expect that the old lady would do this for the sake of the second wife. They are also sons, and they treated him like this just because his father could not have children.

Defending the family and defending the country, killing the enemy and charging forward, ended up in a whole body of illness. The mother only cares about the offspring, which is too chilling.

"Put down the scissors." After a while, Xiang Minghou said coldly.

"If you don't think of a way to get Si Yan and Zhuzhu to go to Loushan, your mother will die in front of you today, and you will be charged with killing your mother." The old lady didn't seem to let go at all.

Xiang Minghou felt that all the sharp blades on the battlefield could not compare with this time, which made people feel chilling and distressed.

He felt that he was redundant in this family, so he hated going back to Kyoto.

Especially after being seriously injured again, he would not feel ashamed in front of the world, but would feel proud of his military exploits, but he could not hold his head up in this family.

Now, his own mother pinned such a big crime of killing his mother on his head.

The chill spreads all over the body, it's cold, it's spring but it makes people feel really cold—

Ye Qianning noticed that Xiang Minghou was shaking, and opened his small hands to wrap around him, and the tip of his nose was also a little sore: "Father."

Men are not afraid of fighting, not afraid of bleeding, the most deadly injury comes from home—

Xiang Minghou took a deep breath, the nasal voice of the milk breath dispelled the chill all over his body, and a smile appeared on his resolute face, maybe, it won't be too cold in the future.

"Speak to Hou Ming." The old lady saw that Hou Ming was silent, and the scissors really poked her neck.

The scissors were stained with blood.

"Old lady." The servant girl cried.

"Father, grandma is bleeding, so please agree."

Ye Qianning didn't expect the old lady to be so brave, it seems that she really put it all together.

If other people are like this, even if she pretends not to die, she will stab herself to let them know that people are sinister, but the old lady is the mother of the father.

If something happens to her, it will probably become a nightmare for Dad for the rest of his life.

Xiang Minghou was silent for a while before nodding: "Okay."

The voice fell, the old lady's scissors fell to the ground with a clatter, and she sat on the ground slumped, she herself was quite frightened.

"Doctor, hurry up and ask for a doctor." Mrs. Liu hurried to help.

The servant girl ran out the door scrambling and crawling.

Xiang Minghou didn't say anything, didn't even look at the old lady, and walked out the door with Ye Qianning in his arms.

The afterglow of the landing hit his resolute face, and Xiang Minghou couldn't open his eyes as he shone. He freed up a hand to cover the setting sun. It turned out that the setting sun was so dazzling.

"Father." Ye Qianning wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his neck.

It was a big blow to Xiang Minghou, and the wound in his heart was the hardest to heal.

An old lady from the school forced people to be like this, and there will be more things in the future, just thinking about it is enough to drink a pot.

Xiang Minghou didn't say a word, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and walked towards Yuehua Xiaozhu. His nose was sore, his chest was heavy, and he always felt out of breath.

Ye Qianning was extremely worried seeing this, always feeling that he was so depressed.

That night, Xiang Minghou fell ill, with a high fever of more than 40 degrees that persisted. If Ye Qianning didn't worry about it in the middle of the night and sneaked to see it, he would have had a high fever overnight.

(end of this chapter)