Chapter 1287

Today is different from the past, with the war in the north, Mo Zhongtian died suddenly, and the funeral was held in a very simple way, only the master was invited from Tianen Temple, and he was buried seven days later.

Another cemetery was chosen, far away from Su Wan's grave, and they were not buried together.

The crowd dispersed, and Mo Lingyuan took her to worship Su Wan again. On the way back, Chu Yunyao asked, "After you knew that Jinyu's death might be related to Qin Zhirou, why did you want to hide it from me?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." Mo Lingyuan held her hand: "Some truths are enough for one person to know."

Mo Jinyu has been kind to others all his life, and has never done anything bad. After finally curing his heart disease, he lost his life because of Xiu'er, and died at the hands of his own mother. Anyone who finds out will sigh.

What's more, it was Chu Yunyao who was already as close to Mo Jinyu as an elder brother.

When Chu Yunyao thought that Mo Jinyu ended up like this because of Xiu'er, she was still in a daze.

Mo Lingyuan was busy with affairs, and he didn't want Chu Yunyao to fall in love with Qin Zhirou after seeing Qin Zhirou in the governor's mansion, so he simply took Chu Yunyao and Siyu back to his mansion.

Chu Yunyao handed the baby in her arms to the nanny, "Ling Yuan, go and do your work first, I want to go and see Bao'er."

"Okay." Mo Lingyuan nodded.

Still a little worried, he followed her and watched her enter the Wangyue Pavilion before returning to Chuxing Building with Siyu in his arms.

He knew that she would not be able to free herself from the pain for a while and needed to be alone.

Chu Yunyao sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping Bao'er, her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Bao'er, why wasn't I the one who fell asleep back then? Maybe I was the one who was hurt and fell asleep back then, maybe what happened later wouldn't happen. I'd rather lie on the bed without knowing anything than look at someone close to me alone Leave me one by one.

Jinyu left, Xiu'er was taken to the south, and Ling Wei followed for Xiu'er.

Foreign enemies invaded, and those in power once colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country. Ling Yuan was in trouble, and he needed help.

Now that Mo Zhongtian passed away suddenly, I know that Ling Yuan is also very sad, but the more he pretends to be calm in front of me, the more uncomfortable I feel.

I know he just doesn't want me to see his helplessness and pain, but Bao'er, my heart is also very bitter. "

Chu Yunyao held Bao'er's hand, her eyes were closed, her forehead rested on the back of her clenched hand, her suppressed sobs spread in the bedroom: "There is no fairness in this world, Jinyu is such a good person, why did he end up like this?

It's all my fault, Boa, it's all my fault..."

She really can't find anyone to talk to, so she can only come to Bao'er, even though she knows that Bao'er can't respond to her...

"You're not wrong, Miss." Came a voice as soft as a mosquito.

Chu Yunyao thought she was hallucinating, so she paused.

"Miss, it's not your fault." The sound was a little clearer, as if a dying person had exhausted all his energy.

Chu Yunyao's slender eyelashes trembled, and she felt as if the hand in her palm moved. She slowly raised her head, looking for the source of the sound, and looked at Bao'er's face that was supposed to be sleeping... ...

A pair of big, round obsidian-like pupils were half-closed, looking at her quietly.

Chu Yunyao: "..."

Chu Yunyao blinked in disbelief.

Blinked again.

The turbulent tears in the bottom of the eyes permeated in an instant, and the originally clear vision suddenly became blurred...