Chapter 572 (1/2)

Yuan Dong squints at Murong Zhining with disgusted eyes: ”I really hope that as zhier said, you are just afraid of being in filial piety, not because you still think of others in your heart, so you deliberately push back three or four! You should have self-knowledge. You are no longer the high princess, but my son is about to become a king. He doesn't mind your complicated past. It's a great gift for you. So, please put away your sense of superiority and be a little woman under the eaves of my yuan family! ”

Murong Zhining sighed and said: ”since Fengyi has promised Mr. Yuan, it will keep its promise. Since Fengyi has no right of speech, there is no question of consultation. All matters are decided by Mr. Liang Yuan! ”

Yuan Dong nodded majestically: ”you are quite sensible, and you have some eyes! To children, a successful man should learn to control his emotions. He should not only know the love between children and girls all day long, but also focus on his great career! ” Yuan Zhi humbly said yes.

Murong Zhining said: ”Mr. Yuan, how did you arrange the burial of my aunt's remains?”

Yuandong took a long breath, and his tone was still cold: ”why do you want to manage everything? Is that what you should ask? ”

Yuan Zhi said, ”father, this suggestion was put forward by Ning'er.”

Yuan Dong cleared her throat. ”Although your aunt had no relationship with me before, I read her in my heart to go to Huayan, and she wanted to find jade Wutong for me. She decided to bury her in the tomb of my yuan family as a wife, and bury her first and the birth mother, two people are all the same rooms.”

Murong Zhining's eyes were full of tears: ”Mr. elder, have you ever loved my aunt? Even for a moment? ”

Yuan Dong angrily patted the tea table: ”give me a ladder, and you will climb up? To my son, send her back to the palace of heaven, for the father will not be noisy! ”

Murong Zhining and Yuanzhi are walking in the direction of the palace. Murong Zhining asks softly, ”Mr. Yuan, your father hates me so much. Why do you insist on marrying me? It can be seen that your father does not approve of our marriage, and you are a filial son! ”

Yuanzhi walked forward without hesitation: ”who said he didn't approve of our marriage? I remember very clearly that when I was three years old, on the day of your father's accession to the throne, there was just news of your mother's happiness. My father, with tears in his eyes, asked me to promise him that I would marry the unborn little princess home... ”

Murong Zhining questioned: ”you were only three years old, how can you remember so clearly?”

Yuan Zhi's eyes are red: ”I don't know why? I'm very impressed with it. At that time, my father matched my uncle and nephew. On the day of your father's accession to the throne, he happened to take me and my aunt to watch in Nanjin city. When he heard the news that your father and his wife were both happy, it seemed that life had come to an end Besides, when you were three or four years old, didn't you also remember chiyunyuexuan firmly in your heart? ”

Murong Zhining stops in front of Yuanzhi and looks up at him: ”Yuanzhi, I don't want to argue with you, but I also remember you? What do you think of the right and wrong between your father and my mother? ”

Yuan Zhiyi pushes away Murong Zhining and moves on. His back is lonely and lonely: ”we have no right to judge the feelings of the old generation! Your character is similar to that of your mother. You can both be between all men with ease! ”

Murong Zhining's eyes were full of tears of humiliation, silently following Yuanzhi's back. Neither of them spoke again.

Murong Zhining said goodbye to Yuanzhi in front of the palace gate and stepped into the palace gate alone.

Murong Ruoyu was pacing back and forth in the hall. Hearing the noise, he met the door: ”Fengyi, are you back? I'm waiting for you uneasily... ”

Murong Zhining mixed Murong Ruo language into the throne: ”Why are you upset after your mother? Do you want to call the doctor to have a look? ”

Murong Ruoyu nervously rubbed the handkerchief in his hand: ”Fengyi, I just heard the palace people talk about it. Did you sentence Han min to light the sky lamp?”

Murong Zhining took Murong Ruoyu's hand and comforted him: ”the dog thief killed my father, disobeyed my grandfather, and lit his lantern, which was not enough to calm my anger in my chest!”

Murong Ruoyu lamented: ”your father and your grandfather are gentle people. Even if Han min is used to being cruel, they will not be willing to punish him. How are you Feng Yi, I think it's even if I let him pay for his life. You're too violent! ”