Chapter 784: The Witch

"Heh." Gu Mohan let out a hoarse and lonely laugh from his throat.

"Master!" Yan Dong ran over and knelt beside Gu Mohan with red eyes, "Master, please don't do this again. Although the wife is gone, you still have the young master."

Niu Niu.

That was the son Moer gave birth to him.

Gu Mohan rolled his throat and slowly closed his eyes, his eyes were already wet.

Moer.

He called her name hoarsely in his heart. Last night, she was determined to leave, but she sent him away.

She cried and laughed, bit his lips, hugged his waist, that was her last farewell.

But he didn't understand, how cruel she was?

How could she be so cruel?

She died in the sea to save Lu Yeming, but she didn't leave him a word. He didn't understand, what was he in her heart?

They had gone through so many ups and downs and storms along the way, he never let go of her hand, he didn't dare to let go, he was afraid that if he let go, they would be separated again.

The time of youthful arrogance and lingering was vivid in his mind. In a few years, he was already 35 years old. He was no longer young at this age and could not afford to waste time. He had missed the hand she held when he was young for his whole life.

But she was gone.

He told himself again and again in his heart that he really resented her and hated her. What he said last night was not a joke. If she dared to leave them and go far away, he would forget her.

The tears in his eyes burned his eyes. He clenched his fists to prevent himself from losing control and crying loudly.

But why did tears still fall?

Mo'er.

His Mo'er.

At this time, a series of melodious mobile phone ringtones rang. Yan Dong lowered his eyes and was overjoyed, "Master, look, the young master called, the young master called you."

Little Gu Ye Lin called.

He was in a closed training base and could not use communication equipment. He had not received a call for half a year. Tonight, no one told him that his mommy had left, but his call came quietly.

Tonight, the pain of this father and son flooded.

Gu Mohan clenched his fist, put it on his lips and bit it, and the hot tears finally rushed out...

...

The days slowly calmed down, day after day.

Gu Mohan returned to the imperial capital, and it was difficult to hear news about him.

Lu Yeming returned to the royal family and took the surname Murong. This Western King, who was famous all over the world when he was young, became the crown prince. His succession ceremony will be at the beginning of next month.

It is also difficult for people to see this thin and brilliant prince of Country A again. He has reached the end of this road to imperial power and reigns over the world.

The extended version of the business luxury car stopped outside the palace, and Lu Yeming and Murong Jiancheng stood by the river again.

Murong Jiancheng's expression eased a lot, and he was also relieved, "Ming'er, from now on, the world of Country A will be handed over to you."

Lu Yeming was wearing a black tweed coat. He still looked like a jade, but his deep phoenix eyes were much colder and colder, and no one could see through the color in his eyes.

He looked at the Yangtze River in front of him, looking down from a high position with a faint contempt, "Will the queen come to my succession ceremony?"

The last time the queen was mentioned, Murong Jiancheng turned away. This time his expression was still very bad. He pursed his thin lips and whispered, "The imperial edict has been announced to the world. If she has you in her heart, she will come naturally."

Lu Yeming said "yes" lightly and said nothing more.

At this time, a gentle and pleasant voice sounded, "Master."

Murong Jiancheng looked back and saw the person coming. His expression eased a lot, "Wanqing, why did you come out?"

Dongfang Wanqing was the previous saint, and she and Murong Jiancheng had been childhood sweethearts. If it weren't for the generation of demon queen who stole her love, she would have been the queen.

Dongfang Wanqing was extremely beautiful, wearing a cheongsam. Although she was a 40-year-old woman, she was well-maintained, graceful, and had the classical charm of a Jiangnan woman.

"Ming'er, this is your Aunt Qing." Murong Jiancheng introduced to Lu Yeming.

Lu Yeming glanced at Dongfang Wanqing, "The queen has no sisters, so how can I have an aunt?"

Dongfang Wanqing had just stood still and was looking at Lu Yeming gently, when she was suddenly slapped by Lu Yeming.

Murong Jiancheng paused and said unhappily, "Ming'er!"

Lu Yeming gently lifted his eyelids and looked at Murong Jiancheng, "The queen left the palace for 24 years, and the master has not taken another concubine. The Eastern Saint has been with the master for all these years. She is really affectionate and gentle. Why doesn't the master take the Eastern Saint into the room?"

Being asked about private matters by his son like this, Murong Jiancheng was embarrassed all of a sudden.

Murong Jiancheng was born in an imperial family, which attached great importance to the rule of law and etiquette. When he was young, Murong Lang was handsome and elegant, and he was the youngest and greatest king. How many girls dreamed of him at that time?

Now time flies, his son is so old, and he is forty-two years old, already a middle-aged man.

He was not keen on boudoir affairs when he was young. In recent years, Country A has been in turmoil, and he has been working hard to think about it. Besides, when people reach middle age, the boudoir affairs have become obscure. Now that his son said this, he froze directly.

"Oh, I remember," Lu Yeming hooked his thin lips vaguely, "The master and the queen have not divorced yet. So, the queen ran away 24 years ago and abandoned the master for so many years."

After the voice fell, Murong Jiancheng's face changed drastically, and then he became angry and ashamed, "Murong Yeming, you are too presumptuous!"

Lu Yeming had a blank expression on his face, "Master, I will withdraw first."

He turned around and left.

Looking at his son's cool and resolute back, and thinking of the embarrassing situation he had just been poked in, Murong Jiancheng was so angry that he couldn't spit out blood.

He was really like his mother, and he would make him angry!

"My Lord, the Crown Prince was just joking, don't be angry." Dongfang Wanqing looked at Murong Jiancheng gently.

Murong Jiancheng snorted coldly, "I will deal with her when I catch her back!"

He left with a wave of his sleeves.

Dongfang Wanqing froze in place alone. She looked at Murong Jiancheng's back as he went away. He was still the same as before. As long as he mentioned the witch, he would not even look at her.

A face appeared in Dongfang Wanqing's mind. How gorgeous and charming that face was, the autumn eyes were gentle, and the gentle and charming style that overflowed from the bones really made people unforgettable at first sight.

...

Jun Xiqing came to the palace together, but she did not go in.

At this time, Fanmen came over and handed over a letter, "Miss Jun, there is a letter for you."

Her letter?

Who sent it?

Jun Xiqing's heart was pounding, and she felt that something had happened recently.

She quickly unfolded the letter, and on it were the familiar small and beautiful characters---Qingqing, my sister was trapped in the dungeon of the Presidential Palace by Lei Ze, please come quickly!

At this time, the eldest sister Jun Xiyan sent a distress signal!

She needed to go back to Country Z.