Chapter 1100

Duan Changyu glanced down the cliff, only to see the dense forest below, and the waterfall hanging between the stone walls like white silk, pouring down, bottomless.

His eyes fell on the protruding stone, and he saw a delicate little golden purse hooked on the sharp stone wall, with auspicious clouds embroidered on it, the stitches were fine and the embroidery was exquisite, and he knew it was Bao'er at a glance Chu Yunyao embroidered it with her own hands and wore it around her waist all the time.

Duan Changyu broke off a slender branch, carefully picked up the purse, and held it in his hand...

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Three days later.

Mo Lingyuan finally woke up.

Duan Changyu and Mu Qing stood on the edge of the bed tremblingly, carefully watching his face.

At first, Mo Lingyuan looked at the roof of the tent with blank eyes, but after a while, he seemed to think of something, and the dark tide in his eyes was turbulent, setting off a turbulent sea.

He sat up suddenly from the bed, looked at the two people standing in front of the bed with cold eyes, his voice was hoarse, and each word seemed to overflow from his throat: "Where is your young lady?"

Duan Changyu lowered his head, "Luo Zifeng took people to search, but they haven't found anyone yet."

Mo Lingyuan lifted the quilt, didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and was about to go out with bare feet, the infusion tube on his arm was torn off, and bright red blood mixed with the medicine poured out of his arm.

Mu Qing and Duan Changyu were in a hurry, and they rushed up together in an extremely tacit understanding.

Duan Changyu hugged him desperately, Mu Qing quickly pulled out the needle stuck in his blood vessel, "Master, calm down."

Mo Lingyuan only felt that his head was buzzing, and Chu Yunyao's cries for help when he fell off the cliff kept filling his eardrums, how could he calm down if he couldn't hear any sound.

Duan Changyu hurriedly stuffed the purse that he had been pinching for several days into Mo Lingyuan's hand: "Master, this is left by the young lady."

Mo Lingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the golden purse that Chu Yunyao often lay on the bed to play with. It was as if a stone had been stuffed in his throat, and he was so choked that he couldn't speak a word.

Duan Changyu reminded: "There seems to be a folded note inside, sir, take a look!"

Mo Lingyuan's body was stiff, and he opened the purse tremblingly, took out the neatly folded papers inside, unfolded them one by one, and spread them flat. Looking at the flying writing on it, the hot stream gushing out from the bottom of his eyes dripped down on the paper. On the white paper that is often flipped over and already frayed:

"My wife Yunyao

Show letter happy face.

I wish to protect you for the rest of my life, pamper you for the rest of my life, and never break my promise.

The special painting is used as a certificate. "

The inscription is his name and his handprint.

Protect you for the rest of your life, pamper you for the rest of your life?

Never break your promise?

Looking at the familiar but no longer familiar handwriting on it, Mo Lingyuan only felt it was funny.

For the sake of the so-called family, country and world, and to protect the people of one side to live in peace and contentment, he led his brothers to work hard outside, resisting foreign enemies, and encircling internal thieves.

Fight a bloody road in the bloody rain of corpses to maintain the peace in the north.

He didn't even have time to spend with his family, neglected his pregnant wife for a long time, and missed the responsibility of being a father and husband.

But he never expected that these high-ranking people who had never been to the bloody battlefield in person in order to maintain their own power would play tricks and tricks at all costs to stab him in the back.

In order to weaken his power, he was able to join forces with that damned old bastard Zuoren to attack his pregnant wife.

It is tolerable or unbearable.

What's the point of everything he's done?

Mo Lingyuan clenched the purse and the note in his hand, "I feel worthy of the heaven and earth, the common people, the superiors above me, and my brothers who fought side by side with me.

But what did I get for these clear hearts I exchanged with my life?

I can't even protect my own wife and children.

That being the case, from today onwards, this commander will no longer uphold the hypocrisy and righteousness of this world, and be loyal, filial and courteous.

This handsome man can protect it, but also destroy it! "