Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 178: Fengqi Wutong 8
There was a warm touch on his hand, Feng Qi turned his eyes in surprise, and saw Lin Yue's smiling lips.

"Fengqi." Linyue held his hand, "A perfect ending is always a joy, other factors are irrelevant, don't need to think too much."

No need to think too much.

The corner of Feng Qi's mouth twitched, and he didn't actually feel any sadness in his heart, but because he subconsciously believed what Chu Feimo said, he would not hold an indifferent attitude——

Even though this incident seemed really incredible, the strong emotion and nostalgic luster in that woman's eyes made it impossible to doubt.

With a low sigh, he held Linyue's hand instead, walked forward without saying a word, lifted the dragon cup, poured two cups of tea himself as the king of a country, handed one cup to Linyue, and picked up a cup himself .

He took two steps back, bent his knees directly, and knelt down on the soft cattail mat.

Linyue didn't speak either, and silently knelt beside Feng Qi beside him.

No matter how proud their temperament is, it cannot change the fact that they were born of their parents. Filial piety is the most basic ethics.

Her parents in the 21st century have passed away, and now that she is married to Feng Qi, she should naturally regard her father's parents as her own parents - besides, Feng Wu also has the kindness of nurturing and teaching her, and is also a teacher and a father.

Even if they are the kings of a country, their eyes cannot be without father and mother.

Marriage is a beautiful thing, for Feng Qi, any compromise is nothing, but he has lived so long, he has never experienced the scene of father's kindness and son's filial piety in a serious way.

What's more, at this time, there was a completely strange mother, a mother who looked younger than herself.

The awkwardness and entanglement in his heart are probably only known to him.

I don't know how many times he sighed in his heart, he raised his head resignedly, raised the dragon-patterned teacup in his hand, held the words in his throat for a long time, and finally said in a stiff voice: "I respectfully invite my father to drink tea."

The corner of Linyue's mouth twitched, and she almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

It's really rare to see Feng Qi's awkward appearance. He used to be a very arrogant guy, but now whether it's because of the big day that makes him soft, or because there is a woman who loves her son sitting next to him. Linyue knew that no matter how indifferent Feng Qi appeared on the surface, in his bones, he would never be able to erase his care for family affection.

Feng Wu's thoughts were almost the same as Lin Yue's, facing his son's awkward appearance, he wanted to laugh a little, but his throat was a little tight.

For many years, he has longed for this scene all the time, but he couldn't when Feng Qi was young, and when Feng Qi grew up, this child had already created a gap with him.

Three feet frozen, not a cold day.

When there is a estrangement, a rift, and resentment, how easy is it to think about fatherly kindness and sonly filial piety?
Taking a deep breath, he said lightly, "You and Tong'er have not seen each other for 22 years. Shouldn't the first cup of tea be presented to your mother?"

mother.

Hearing these two words, Feng Qi couldn't help but twitch his brows.

He was silent for a moment, and when he turned his head to look over, he was suddenly taken aback.

The woman looked at him quietly, her beautiful face was already full of tears, although she was silent, she was crying so hard that she couldn't help herself, and there was a strong sense of sadness all over her body.

"Tong'er?" Feng Wu was also stunned.

"I... I'm fine..." Ye Yutong wiped her tears with a handkerchief indiscriminately, trying hard to stop the tears, but every time she spoke, the great sadness made the tears flow more fiercely, "Fengwu... "

She choked up, "These years...have you treated Feng Qi badly?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall instantly fell silent.

Feng Wu's expression froze for a moment, and then a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Feng Qi and Linyue closed their eyes quietly, with complicated expressions.

They obviously didn't expect that she would be such a sensitive woman, and they could immediately think of the most important reason just from the brief interaction between Feng Wu and Feng Qi, the father and son.

Feng Wu moved his lips, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

"It's true that he doesn't treat me very well." Feng Qi said lightly, ignoring Feng Wu's staring gaze, and looked up at the crying woman, "Because he thought I killed my mother—"

Feng Wu stared in astonishment.

"It's not you!" Ye Yutong denied urgently, slipped off the chair in an instant, knelt down in front of Feng Qi, her face was pale and weak, her wide-open eyes looked at Feng Qi in shock and anxiety, "How could it be You? Feng Qi, you are my son, how could you be the murderer who killed me? It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, Feng Wu, he is so stupid!"

Stupid?

The corner of Feng Wu's mouth twitched.

Linyue looked at his nose and heart, and quietly backed away a little.

"Fengqi..." Ye Yutong raised her hand, wanting to touch his face, but her eyes were clouded by tears, "It's not your fault, it's me, I'm the one who's wrong, I'm sorry, I... I don't deserve it To be a mother..."

She had lost her mother since birth, and she couldn't imagine how Feng Qi came to the present step by step in the court of intrigue and deceit these years, and she couldn't even imagine what Feng Qi, who was regarded by his father as the murderer of his mother, had suffered. Heart-wrenching torture.

This is her son...

If she hadn't trusted others, how could she have put herself in a desperate situation, cruelly leaving her infant child behind, and going to hell alone?
"Fengqi..."

She mourned and trembled, her eyes were blurred with tears, and her heart was filled with endless regret.

Feng Qi looked at her silently, pursed her lips, and quietly put the teacup in her hand on the ground. He hesitated a little, but patted her on the back twice in a comforting manner, and said in a low voice: : "It's not your fault either."

Ye Yutong shook his head, constantly shaking his head.

Tears slipped down involuntarily, she bit her lip and cried, unable to speak, she could only shake her head.

It was her fault. If she hadn't been so stupid and ignorant back then, how could she have been plotted against?
If she hadn't been plotted against incompetently, how could she have allowed her only child to suffer for so many years?

It's not her fault, so whose fault is it?

Anyone who still has a little bit of compassion, facing this situation at this moment, I'm afraid they can't help but feel pity, not to mention, this person is her own mother—although, it is really difficult for Feng Qi to treat someone like her The person who is not much older than Linyue is regarded as his own mother.

However, this was indeed his mother.

The body and the looks are alike, but the soul... is.

"It's not your fault." Feng Qi didn't want to continue to hear her cry, whether it was out of pity or because he was a little helpless, so he calmly comforted her and ended her tears with one sentence, "If there is something wrong, then it's just that a man didn't protect his wife well, and because of that he took his anger out on his son, that's all."

(End of this chapter)